1: I should have known better than to drink so much.

Great Liang Kingdom, Fulai County.

In a four-courtyard house, a man dressed in brocade was pacing back and forth in the courtyard.

"Tell me, it's been two days and Heng'er still hasn't woken up."

"Are all the medical halls in Fulai County useless?"

"Master, Heng'er was bewitched by a ghost; an ordinary medical hall can't cure a ghost's bewitchment," a woman said, comforting him.

"Yes, we are all worried about young master's safety. Master, please don't worry," another graceful young girl said.

"Sigh..." The man glanced at the tightly shut door and sighed.

"Xiao He, take good care of young master. If anything changes, come find me immediately."

The man instructed the Maidservant standing not far away.

"Mm, I will definitely take good care of young master." The Little Girl, who looked about thirteen or fourteen, nodded.

The man nodded and left the small courtyard with the two women.

"Headache..." Inside the room, the young man who had been unconscious for two days slowly opened his eyes.

He rubbed his temples and sat up.

"Next time, I can't drink this much alcohol." Chen Heng looked around with drowsy eyes; his brain was still in a crashed state after a hangover.

"It seems I'm still dreaming..." Looking at the antique furnishings around him, Chen Heng shook his head and lay back down.

"What kind of terrible alcohol is this strong? I can't recover in a whole night..."

A few seconds later, Chen Heng sprang up from the bed with a carp jump.

"What's going on?!" Chen Heng tried hard to control his emotions to keep himself from breaking down.

Didn't he just go out and drink two and a half catties of cat piss yesterday?

How did he Transmigrate after drinking?

"No, don't panic first." Chen Heng took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

After deep breathing, Chen Heng calmed down, and the memories of the original owner of the body slowly emerged.

He was quite lucky; the owner of this body was also named Chen Heng, sixteen years old.

His family was wealthy, one of the well-known rich families in Fulai County.

If it were just like this, it would be fine; Chen Heng could experience the joy of being an ancient scion.

Unfortunately, this world was not peaceful.

While various demons and monsters wreaked havoc in the world, the various countries were also fighting fiercely.

Fulai County was considered the most peaceful county town.

Even so, there were still incidents of evil spirits and demons killing people every day.

Indeed, the original owner of his current body encountered a demon.

This boy was on a pleasure boat, hugging a beautiful girl and drinking, when he turned his head and had his Three Ethereal Souls and Seven Corporeal Spirits sucked away by a demon.

Leaving an empty shell, which benefited Chen Heng.

Although Transmigrating from a poor boy to a rich young master made Chen Heng very happy, he was now facing a big problem.

This body was 'leaking'.

To be precise, this body had a hole poked in it by a demon, and it couldn't hold his soul anymore.

Chen Heng clearly felt that his current body seemed to be leaking Qi.

"Don't, I haven't even enjoyed the life of an ancient young master yet." Chen Heng's face was full of bitterness.

Who would have thought that he would Transmigrate one moment and then die violently the next?

If this situation continued, he would die with his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering in at most three days.

Just as Chen Heng was fretting, his door was pushed open.

A small figure stood at the doorway, staring blankly at him.

"Xiao He?" Chen Heng had the original owner's memories, so of course, he recognized the Little Girl in front of him.

This Little Girl was his personal Maidservant who grew up with him; she had been with him since she was ten.

"young master, young master is awake!" Xiao He dropped the water basin in her hand and pounced onto Chen Heng.

"Alright, alright, you go down first." Chen Heng quickly patted Xiao He.

Just from that pounce, Chen Heng lost at least half an hour of his life.

"young master, you scared me to death, woo woo woo..." It was better not to comfort her; with comfort, Xiao He cried even harder.

"You go down quickly, young master is almost crushed to death by you..." Chen Heng's soul was leaking even faster, so he quickly pushed Xiao He aside.

"Sorry, young master, I'm going to find Master right now!"

Xiao He wiped her tears and scurried off to call for people.

In less than half a minute, the outer courtyard became a chaotic mess.

A chubby man rushed in, grabbed Chen Heng, and started fumbling all over him.

This man was Chen Heng's biological father in this body, Chen Fugui.

"Dad, Dad, stop touching." Chen Heng quickly pushed Chen Fugui away, leaning against the headboard somewhat weakly.

"Son, son, how are you?" Chen Fugui looked at Chen Heng with a tense expression, fearing that his eldest son would have another accident.

"I'm fine, just a little weak." Chen Heng waved his hand.

"Quick, someone, stew the hundred-year-old ginseng for my son!" Upon hearing this, Chen Fugui immediately ordered his servants to find tonics for Chen Heng.

"And that old black chicken that's been raised for three years, stew it with the hundred-year-old ginseng!"

"Son, quickly tell Dad what happened; you scared me terribly." Chen Fugui gently stroked Chen Heng's hair, his face full of doting affection.

"Nothing, just drank too much alcohol." Chen Heng shook his head, not telling the truth.

Chen Fugui was a Mortal; what good would telling him do?

It would only add to his worries.

Besides, he had at most three days to live; there was no need to say more.

"Good, good, good, son, if you don't want to say, then don't." Chen Fugui nodded repeatedly, fearing that his eldest son would have any more problems.

The father and son usually spoke little, and now there was even less to say.

"Then you rest well first; Dad will go check on your chicken soup." After a while, Chen Fugui saw that Chen Heng was indeed fine, so he got up and left his room.

Chen Heng nodded and continued to lean against the headboard, napping.

As dusk fell, Xiao He came in carrying a bowl of steaming ginseng chicken soup.

"young master, do you need me to feed you?"

"Just put it there; I'll eat it later." Chen Heng pointed to his table; he couldn't focus on eating right now.

Just a second before Xiao He entered, a mechanical voice sounded in his head.

"[All Things optimization system loaded successfully, welcome Host to use and experience]"

"Okay, then young master, just call me if you need anything." Xiao He put down the ginseng chicken soup and left the room.

"System, what functions do you have?" Chen Heng controlled his excited emotions and asked.

"..."

"Hello?" Chen Heng tried asking again.

"Power on?"

"Power off?"

"Hey, Siri?"

No matter how Chen Heng tried, the System remained silent.

Only a light blue interface floated before his eyes.

There were only two pieces of information on it: one was 'Optimization', and the other was '1'.

"Does that mean I have 1 Optimization chance?" Chen Heng was a bit confused; could this System be a one-time use?

Disappearing after 1 use?

[Host will receive 1 Optimization chance daily, which can be accumulated]

"As long as it's not one-time use, it's fine." Chen Heng's hanging heart settled down.

"Then what are the specific effects of Optimization?"

"..." Still the suffocating silence; the System was like dead, no longer making a sound.

"Forget it, I'll try it myself."

Chen Heng finally gave up on communicating with the System and focused his gaze on the bowl of hundred-year-old ginseng chicken soup.

"If it's really as I think, then maybe I won't have to die..."