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Trapped in a hospital bed his entire life, Li Mingzhe's only escape was through the novels he read. But fate had other plans when a mysterious book appeared on his bedside table. Before he could even read its title, the book dragged him into its pages—straight into the body of Ambrose Rothschild, the sole heir to the illustrious Rothschild family.

At first glance, his new life seems perfect: loving parents, devoted servants, and no siblings fighting for inheritance. But is this truly the peaceful second chance he yearned for? Far from it! Not only is Ambrose's body plagued with the same weakness that haunted Li Mingzhe's original life, but he's also flying blind—having never read the book he's trapped in, he lacks the story knowledge other transmigrators typically rely on!

His only ray of hope? A mysterious system that promises to enhance his abilities. But what cruel twist of fate is this? The system declares his frail body can only handle improvements to his intelligence stat! And as if that weren't enough, Ambrose has been enrolled in Crono, the most prestigious magic academy where heroes and prodigies gather like moths to a flame.

Now, surrounded by talented peers and trapped in the web of noble politics, can Li Mingzhe leverage his one advantage—his brilliant mind—to survive? With countless eyes watching his every move as the Rothschild heir, will he crumble under the crushing weight of expectations? Or will he prove that in a world of overwhelming magical might, intelligence can be the most formidable weapon of all?

Surviving the Magic Academy With Just Intelligence Stats

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<p>General Autumn found himself sprawled at the bottom of the massive crater, his mind struggling to piece together what had happened. One moment, he'd been surrounded by golden light and time magic, and the next he was lying here, disoriented and humiliated. Looking down at himself, he realized his ornate military uniform – proudly adorned with medals bestowed by the Emperor himself – had been almost completely disintegrated, leaving him with nothing but shorts. The indignity of it fueled his rage.</p>

<p>"That dishonorable dog," he muttered, clenching his fists so tightly that blood seeped between his fingers. "He attacked while I was speaking – no martial ethics whatsoever." His face hardened as he began levitating upward. "What else should I expect from Kingdom filth? Though I do admit that I had underestimated him slightly, but I won't underestimate him again."</p>

Golden-Eyed Tyrant [PART 1]