Chapter 1

1991.

London.

In an orphanage.

Darren was sitting all alone in a corner of the garden.

How did he end up transmigrating?

And into a foreigner, at that.

Fortunately, upon arriving, he had gained the original owner’s memories, so he wouldn't be exposed for not knowing the language.

But he was truly a bit bewildered; wasn't transmigration supposed to be voluntary?

Darren let out a sigh.

Looking back, he saw Kenley approaching from a distance with several other children, looking aggressive.

He rubbed his head in frustration.

Kenley was the king of the children in this orphanage.

All the kids had to listen to him, or they would get beaten.

The original owner had died on the spot after hitting his head on the ground because Kenley pushed him down the stairs for defying his rules.

The one who woke up afterward was Darren, from the twenty-first century.

In the past few days, Kenley hadn't stopped giving Darren trouble, trying to force him into submission.

Darren was naturally unwilling, and using his adult mind, he had secretly tripped Kenley up several times, causing him to suffer quite a few setbacks.

He had thought this would bring him peace, but who knew this guy lacked the brains to realize it was his own fault, never suspecting Darren’s retaliation, and continued to harass him daily.

If it weren't for the fact that Darren had just transmigrated and intended to stay in the orphanage for a while longer, he would have long since let Kenley experience the original owner’s fate.

"Darren! I heard from Yali that you were hiding here, and sure enough, you're here. You haven't handed over your snacks today; do you want me to push you down again?"

Kenley was one year older than Darren, twelve this year, and built like a sturdy youth; Darren had always suspected he was raised on pig feed.

Hearing Kenley ask for his snacks, Darren wanted to laugh at the idiot on the spot.

Did this guy really think he would be like the original owner, saving snacks for him to steal? Hilarious, he’d finished them in two bites!

Just as he was about to speak, he heard a mechanical voice ring out in his ear.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Saint Father System.]

[Ding, as long as the host performs Saint Father-like actions, you can gain Saint Father Points, which can be used in the mall.]

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a novice gift pack, would you like to open it?]

Saint Father System?

There’s such a system in this world?

Darren opened his mouth, his eyes widening in speechlessness.

But in an instant, he turned his head away in disdain.

No!

He didn't want to be a Saint Father!

Even if there were rewards, he would lose his personality.

[Forget it, you can go!]

[Ding, detecting the host's thoughts, the system deems it necessary to explain the Saint Father System.]

[Ding, the Saint Father System, as the name implies, is about being a Saint Father, but this system only requires you to perform actions that people perceive as Saint Father-like.]

[Ding, which means even if the host kills or commits arson behind people's backs, as long as you aren't discovered, the host will not violate the rules.]

[Ding, system explanation complete. If the host insists on the system leaving, the system will initiate a self-destruct sequence.]

Ah, this!

[Cough, you’d better stay!]

Personality or not, Darren just wanted to try out the feeling of being a Saint Father.

Hmm, it felt pretty good.

Even though he hadn't started being a Saint Father yet.

[Ding, since the host has decided to bind with the system, would you like to open the novice gift pack?]

[Open, open!]

Darren rubbed his hands excitedly.

He’d heard that novice gift packs always contained god-level abilities.

He wondered what he would get.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Saint Father Aura: improves your appearance, temperament, and charm.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill 'Facing Death with Equanimity': every time you are injured, you can block your own pain; when receiving fatal damage, you can adjust the magnitude of the damage applied to yourself.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the 'Heart of a Best Actor': you can freely control your expressions, emotions, and physical state.]

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining Magic Power +100.]

Hmm?

Darren understood the first three rewards—it was just a beauty filter, a pain blocker, and god-level acting skills—but what did the last one mean?

Magic power?

Does this world have magic?

With a thought from Darren, the four rewards were already applied to him.

He looked at a flower in the flowerbed with a sudden flash of inspiration, thinking of chocolate, and then the flower in his eyes gradually turned into a piece of chocolate that fell to the ground.

This...

Is this really magic?

Could this be the world of Harry Potter?

Forgive Darren for his lack of imagination; for the moment, he could only think of the novel Harry Potter as having magic.

How magical!

[Ding, detecting an opportunity for the host to display Saint Father behavior, a temporary task is issued: give the snack to Kenley and say the line, "Here is some chocolate, please don't bully others anymore."]

[Ding, upon completion of the task, you will obtain god-level Occlumency (when someone probes your mind, you can fake virtual memories). Does the host accept the task?]

[Accept!]

Case closed, definitely Harry Potter!

Occlumency was definitely a useful skill in Harry Potter.

Especially for a transmigrator like him.

Especially god-level Occlumency.

Darren hurriedly chose to accept.

Only then did he look up at Kenley.

This guy hadn't seen him turn the flower into chocolate at all, and was smugly thinking Darren’s silence was out of fear.

Darren secretly rolled his eyes.

But he immediately pulled them back, raised his head, and offered an expectant smile; he hesitantly raised his hand, with a piece of unwrapped chocolate in his palm.

He didn't know how long he had been holding this chocolate, but it still looked delicious.

Darren seemed to muster his courage and said through gritted teeth: "Here, have this chocolate, please don't bully others anymore, okay? If you're willing, all my future chocolate will be yours!"