Chapter 2: The Chosen One

With a twisted expression, the younger brother sneered, "Once you go to that corrupted land, you'll never have a chance to come back. If I don't get to enjoy your expression now, I'll regret it."

Field's nails dug deeply into his palms, and his fists made cracking sounds from the excessive force. He coldly asked, "I haven't provoked you. Why are you targeting me?"

"Because of that damn combat aura potion you gave me. After taking it, I couldn't even break through to become a first-tier knight! Everyone calls me trash behind my back, and it's all your fault! You must have poisoned it!"

Field felt disgusted. "That's because your talent is too poor."

"Heh, whatever. If you ever have a lover, I'll capture her and let countless vagrants ravage her! Oh, but you won't have a future, you bastard!" The younger brother made a smug face.

"Damn you, you scum!" Field's anger reached its peak. The original owner was such a pushover.

Indeed, doing good deeds only creates enemies. It's like building bridges and repairing roads only to end up with no corpse to bury, while murderers and arsonists live in luxury. These shameless bastards need to be taught a lesson with fists! "You're asking for death!"

A fierce knee strike sent the younger brother flying backward. Field instantly pounced, delivering a kick to his face, covering his ugly features with blood.

Everyone was stunned. Field, the always meek and mild-mannered one, had become so brutal.

"I hate being threatened the most."

Before the guards could react, Field grabbed his brother's golden curls and was about to slam his head into the ground.

Suddenly, he felt a tight grip around his neck, lifting him high into the air.

In an instant, the painful suffocation made Field feel death approaching.

"What are you doing to my lord?" The one choking Field was a beautiful woman with wine-red hair. The most striking feature was the mysterious rune on her forehead.

"A Divine Chosen One?" Field was shocked.

This world possessed extraordinary powers, and the key lay in the Divine Chosen Ones. They were extremely special beings, surpassing combat aura and magic, possessing various unimaginable powers, including combat, support, and construction.

The annoying part was that only women could become Divine Chosen Ones. Perhaps the gods of this world were all women.

Just as Field was about to pass out, he felt a dizzying spin, followed by intense pain in his back. He had been thrown against the wall.

"Heh, as expected, you don't dare to kill me."

"Ah! I'll kill you!" The younger brother coughed loudly, drawing his saber.

Field wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. There was no way he could defeat a Divine Chosen One. He decided not to waste any more time with them. Enduring the pain, he turned and quickly left.

Unexpectedly, his younger brother, who hadn't even taken up his position yet, already had a Divine Chosen One protecting him. This made Field feel even more threatened.

Without the luxury of sitting idle and waiting for death, and now having offended his brother, Field knew he had to take action. Otherwise, he might be captured tonight and subjected to any kind of torture.

"Wait until I develop a bit, and I'll come back to destroy you all." Field lowered his eyelids, the anger in his eyes unconcealed.

Under nine years of compulsory education, there are no cowards!

"So, what is this annoying green dot that's buzzing around like a fly?" Field pondered the map only he could see. "It appeared the day I transmigrated. Maybe it's related to my lord's talent."

Where there is yin, there is yang. Corresponding to the "Divine Chosen Ones" are the "Lords." By forming a contract with a Divine Chosen One, they can mutually benefit and grow together.

Lords possess unique talents, often related to their contracted Divine Chosen One and their territory. However, there are also rare innate talents—those who have talents without a territory or a contract with a Divine Chosen One.

The original owner naturally didn't have such a talent, but Field, the transmigrator, possessed this rare gift.

Of course, it could also be floaters or cataracts. Everything would have to wait until he checked it out. It wasn't far anyway, just in Golden Eagle City.

After packing his belongings simply, the steward, who had already collected the gold coins, waited for Field with the servants, their faces filled with despair.

Upon learning they were heading to the cursed land, the steward felt like hanging himself. But since suicide wouldn't get him into heaven, he had no choice but to brace himself for certain death.

"Let's go." Field, preoccupied with his thoughts, had no mood to comfort his steward.

As soon as they opened the manor gate, a group of cavalry in mismatched armor appeared in sight. A man in a red robe, carrying a long lance, stepped forward: "Respected Baron Field, I am Cavalry Captain Connor, here to escort you. I believe we'll have a pleasant journey."

"Then I'll rely on you, Connor."

Field responded politely, but his internal alarm bells were ringing.

Though they were called escorts, the bandit-like aura of the cavalry offered no sense of security. Field even suspected he might be killed and robbed once they left.

Of course, the likelihood was low. Registered knights generally wouldn't do something as career-destroying as murdering a noble.

Field shrugged. "Maybe they're here to supervise me, to make sure I go to my execution."

"First, let's head to Golden Eagle City. Developing Nightfall Territory will require a lot of resources."

Field planned to check out what the green dot was.

Golden Eagle City, the second-largest city in the Ross family's territory, boasted unparalleled commercial power. It had been granted to Field's second sister, and its annual tax revenue was said to be six hundred thousand gold coins. Compared to Field's pitiful five hundred gold coins, it was a glaring disparity.

After a morning's journey by carriage, Field arrived at the massive city, covering forty square kilometers.

Unlike modern times, the soldiers guarding the city gate lazily leaned against the walls, telling crude jokes or hurling abuse and extorting high entry fees from the lower-class people entering the city.

Only when they saw the cavalry leading the way did an officer suddenly stand up from his chair.

"Quick, move those lowlifes' stuff aside! A noble is passing through. Use your eyes, idiots!"

The lazy soldiers immediately straightened up, cursing and driving the commoners and merchants to the side, clearing the gate for unobstructed passage. Then, with flattering expressions, they saluted Field.

Though Field wasn't favored, he was still a noble, and ordinary people dared not offend him.

Slowing his horse, Field followed the green dot's direction, gradually moving closer.

The officer at the gate breathed a sigh of relief. As long as no trouble came his way, it was another beautiful day. He continued to let his subordinates collect taxes while he gulped down some olive wine and lay back in his chair to bask in the sun.

Guided by the green dot, Field arrived at the northern slave market of the city.

"Oh, this damn, nose-stinging stench of pig grass mixed with feces!" Cavalry Captain Connor frowned deeply, constantly fanning the air in front of him, but it was futile. The stench still penetrated his nostrils.