Chapter 1: The Owl Postman
In the early morning, a beam of sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains and fell upon the face of a sleeping boy.Albert hadn't woken yet—but he soon would.
The door on the second floor, the one closest to the stairs, quietly creaked open. A brown-haired girl peeked her head in, her large brown eyes focused on the boy still fast asleep on the bed. She called softly,"Albert, it's time to get up."
Seeing no reaction from the boy, the girl pouted and stepped into the room, followed by a British Shorthair cat.
"Tom, I'm counting on you," she said, lifting the cat onto the bed and gently sweeping its tail across Albert's face.
Still half-asleep, Albert batted away the tail tickling his face. Opening his eyes to see his mischievous little sister, he yawned and greeted her,"Good morning, Nia."
"Dad said he's taking us to London today," Nia blinked at him and added, "To get your Eton College uniform fitted—and to pick up the items on your list."
"Alright, got it. I'll get dressed," Albert yawned again, lifted the stretching cat off the bed, set it on the floor, stretched himself, and began getting dressed. Afterward, he freshened up and headed to the living room for breakfast.
"Up late again last night?" Daisy placed a hearty breakfast on the plate in front of Albert.
"Son, we better get moving. It's a packed day," said Herbert, spreading out the letter from Eton College he had received a few days ago, a proud smile lighting up his face.
It was well-known that private schools in Britain were where elites were cultivated—and Eton College was the crown jewel. Gaining admission meant you had to be both talented and wealthy.
The Andersons were middle-class, with both parents running a law firm and the family having a decent amount of savings.
Albert, to everyone around him, was a genius—not only did he have top grades, but he had also competed in and won numerous interschool competitions.
Whether or not Albert was truly a genius was something only he knew.A genius?No—Albert never thought of himself as one.
He had a secret: Albert was a transmigrator.
As for why people labeled him a genius, even he couldn't fully explain.
After all, a kid who didn't even know what a Rubik's Cube was could solve a scrambled 3x3 cube with ease. To most adults, that screamed "genius."
But in truth, he could solve the cube because he'd played with one in his previous life and knew the trick to it.
As for maintaining this genius image—Albert wasn't worried about being exposed. After all, he had the legendary golden finger.
"Every transmigrator gets a cheat system." Online novels didn't lie.
He discovered his system panel at the age of seven. It had two functions: taking on quests and upgrading skills.
From time to time, the system would issue tasks. Completing them earned experience or skill points. Experience could level up a skill; skill points instantly raised a skill by one level.
Albert's first skill was English Mastery, and it took him years to raise it to level 3.If the average Brit had level 2, then a typical English teacher was level 3.
He figured that if he maxed out his skills in science, he could become a genius scientist.Of course, Albert had no desire to be a scientist—he never had that dream.
In his past life, he was a book lover who eventually became a modest web novelist. He wrote a few books, saved some money, and lived a carefree life doing what he loved.In short, he had been a total salted fish.
So how did he transmigrate?Honestly, it was quite embarrassing.
One day, while watching a Mr. Bean movie on the sofa and munching on an apple, he laughed so hard that he forgot to swallow—and choked on a piece of apple.He died at age 30.
When he opened his eyes again, he was a baby in this family. He lived in a daze for years, even raising a cat again—naming it Tom, of course, after Tom and Jerry.
At age seven, the system panel appeared, making him question his reality. For a while, he even wondered if he was an NPC in someone's game.But after never finding any signs of players, he accepted the panel as a transmigrator's blessing.
Transmigration + golden finger = life winner.
Albert had no great ambitions.He dreamed of a simple life: maybe a few relationships in his youth, a relaxing job after graduating from university, marriage before thirty, and enough wealth to live in luxury for the rest of his days.
To make that happen, he'd already mapped out a plan—he would head to Wall Street in the U.S. after graduation.
With his maxed-out economic skills and residual memories from his past life, he believed he could quickly rake in a fortune.
However, leveling up skills wasn't easy. After level 2, each level required a ton of experience.
Albert had to complete tasks to earn experience and points. Getting accepted into Eton College was one such task.
"Son, what are you thinking about?" Herbert asked, slicing his steak while glancing at his daydreaming son.
"I'm just thinking about what I want to do in the future," Albert replied, stuffing an egg into his mouth.
"And what do you want to do?" Daisy asked, intrigued. They rarely heard their son talk about dreams.
"Finance," Albert answered without hesitation.
"We thought you'd want to be a scientist or an astronaut," the Andersons said, exchanging surprised looks.
"What's finance?" Nia huffed, unhappy to be left out of the conversation.
"Finance makes good money," Albert said, looking up. "And this time, could you get me a few books on economics? Consider it an early birthday gift."
"Don't mislead your sister," Herbert said with a twitch, covering his mouth to cough lightly. "And it's not like we're poor."
"Alright, enough talking—eat your breakfast," Daisy interrupted. "Nia, drink all your milk."
"Okay," Nia grumbled. She didn't really like milk.
Life after rebirth was perfect: a cute little sister, a loving family, financial comfort, and a golden finger that could lead him to greatness.
If there was one thing Albert disliked, it was the food in Britain.
He used to doubt claims that the UK was a culinary wasteland—but after experiencing it firsthand, he no longer had any doubts.
After breakfast, they tidied up the house, locked the doors and windows, and the Anderson family prepared to head out.
Just as Albert opened the door of the Ford and was about to get into the back seat, Nia suddenly cried out in surprise,"Look! An owl?"
The Andersons turned to where she was pointing and saw an owl flying toward them. It swooped overhead and dropped a letter right at Albert's feet.
In that moment, all their faces froze.
An owl… delivering a letter? Since when did owls moonlight as postmen?