Bringing The Farm To Live In Another World Chapter 1 - Transmigration

“Young master, it is time to rise for your morning meal.”

A gravelly yet formal voice resonated near Zhao Hai’s ear. Still trapped in a fog of exhaustion and a splitting headache, Zhao Hai ignored it. He assumed his computer was still running and playing some television drama in the background.

The voice persisted, however: “Young master, please wake up. For a noble, early rising is a vital habit to maintain.”

Zhao Hai’s mind went blank. This voice didn't sound like it was coming from a speaker; it felt far too proximal and vivid. There was no way his cheap, low-quality speakers could produce a sound this crisp.

Despite the throbbing pain in his skull, Zhao Hai forced his eyelids open. Instead of the familiar white ceiling of his apartment, he saw a muslin canopy hanging above him.

Stunned, he turned his head and realized he was resting on a massive wooden bed. Standing beside him was a man in his fifties. The man’s graying hair was meticulously styled, and his stern face watched Zhao Hai with a calm, steady gaze.

Zhao Hai stared at the dignified old man in confusion before surveying the room. He was inside a very basic stone chamber. The only furniture present, aside from the bed, was a single desk and a chair. The walls and floor appeared freshly cleaned, and the wooden window frames were covered with white paper. A glowing stone fixed to the ceiling provided light. The space was otherwise completely empty.

The elder spoke again: “Young master, since you have recovered, please get up. A noble must lead a life of discipline. Breakfast is ready, so I must ask you to rise quickly.”

As Zhao Hai looked at the man, a sudden realization struck him—transmigration! Immediately after the thought occurred, a sharp, agonizing sting pierced his brain, and he lost consciousness once more.

Green Buda watched as Zhao Hai passed out again. Looking slightly troubled, he hurried out of the room. Four people were waiting outside: two men and two women. The males were just teenagers, yet they stood over two meters tall with skin like dark bronze and muscles as hard as iron. These twins looked identical, though they possessed a somewhat dull, vacant expression.

Among the women, the elder was over forty with a stout figure and blue hair. She had a kind face, though her eyes were currently filled with worry.

The younger girl, around sixteen or seventeen, had long cyan hair and a delicate, oval face. Despite her small frame and pale skin, she was clearly a burgeoning beauty. At the moment, she kept her head down, looking dazed.

When Green emerged, the older woman immediately asked, “Green, what’s the situation? Is the young master awake?”

Green nodded, then sighed and shook his head.

“He regained consciousness briefly but fainted again. Merine, is your magic failing? Could there be an issue with the medicine? Did someone tamper with it?”

Merine’s face darkened. “If someone interfered, I’ll settle the score with those people personally. The young master might be a bit of a brat, but he is the final descendant of the Buda line. Have those imperial scoundrels forgotten everything the old master sacrificed for the empire? Ungrateful wretches.”

Green replied gravely, “Go inside and check on him. If necessary, use your water magic for treatment. We must ensure the survival of the Buda family’s last bloodline at all costs.”

Merine nodded but then gave Green a sharp look. “Once the young master recovers, stop pestering him with your noble standards. We are stuck in this godforsaken place; noble etiquette is worthless here. Just thinking about those aristocrats makes me sick.”

Green sighed at her words but remained firm. “That is impossible. Regardless of our situation, the young master is a Viscount and must behave like a noble. I will train him to be a true gentleman to repay the immense kindness the Buda family has shown us.”

Merine glared at him. “If you push the young master too hard, I’ll stop cooking for you and let you starve. We are trapped here, and who knows how long we will survive? With those enemies in the capital, do you truly believe the young master will ever return? You’re delusional.”

Green could only offer a bitter smile, knowing she was right. They had been exiled to this barren wasteland by the King and the high nobility. Had the Buda clan not possessed such a glorious military history, they likely would have been executed instead of banished.

Even though the family survived, returning to the high society of the capital was a pipe dream. Most people would likely try to forget the clan even existed.

What truly crushed Green’s spirit, however, was that the King, fearing a future resurgence, had forced the last hope of the family, Adam Buda, to consume the Water of Nothingness.

The Water of Nothingness was a legendary magical artifact of immense value. However, its sole purpose was to nullify power.

A single drop could turn a powerful Mage, a formidable Warrior, or a Saint-level Knight into a commoner instantly. It permanently severed one's connection to Magic and Battle Qi, and there was no known antidote.

While the potion stripped away supernatural abilities, it didn't harm the physical body; it simply rendered the victim ordinary.

For a common person, the potion was as harmless as water. But for a noble or a powerful Cultivator, it was a curse that turned them into a cripple, casting them from the heights of power into a hopeless abyss.

By the King’s decree, Adam Buda had swallowed it. He was now barred from ever practicing Magic or Battle Qi, destined to remain a mundane human forever.

In any other noble household, this might have been manageable—the heir would simply live a quiet life of leisure. But for Adam, it was a death sentence for his ambitions. As the sole heir, he needed strength to restore his family’s honor and return the Buda name to the history of the Aksu Empire. With the Water of Nothingness in his system, that dream was dead.

If it were only a matter of personal strength, Green wouldn't be so despondent. He was an eighth-level Warrior, Merine was an eighth-level water Mage, and their granddaughter Meg was a sixth-level wind Mage. Together, they provided plenty of protection. Had they stayed in their original territory in the fertile south—with its large population and rich soil—the family could have rebuilt through hard work.

Instead, the King had cruelly reassigned their fief to the Black Waste in the north.

The Black Waste was known as the continent's dead zone. Though it spanned a third of the Aksu Empire’s territory, it was utterly desolate. Nothing grew there; even the hardiest desert flora withered in its soil.

Rumors suggested the Black Waste was once lush, but a massive war involving several divine-level Mages and a forbidden spell had cursed the land, turning it into a barren graveyard.

Green could have managed if it were just a wasteland. With trade routes, they might have survived through commerce. However, the Black Waste was hemmed in by the abandoned Iron Mountains of the dwarves. Beyond those peaks lay the Carrion Marsh, one of the continent's most dangerous forbidden zones. Technically, the marsh was part of their land, making the Buda fief the largest in the empire—on paper.

The only exit was through the lands of the Fasseur clan. Although the Fasseurs were once betrothed to the Budas, why would the most powerful family in the empire honor an engagement with a ruined clan? The exile was essentially a slow death sentence.

Fortunately, because this area was once under imperial control, an old stone castle remained in the Iron Mountains. These mountains hadn't been touched by the forbidden spell, and there was just enough arable land to prevent starvation.

As soon as Green learned of the relocation, he liquidated all the Buda assets to buy slaves, supplies, seeds, and tools. He then brought the unconscious Adam—who was still reeling from the Water of Nothingness—to this remote fortress.

Accompanying Green were Merine, Meg, and two orphans Adam’s father had raised, Blockhead and Rockhead, along with a hundred slaves. No one else remained.

Adam had been in a coma during the entire journey to the Black Waste. Merine’s magic had kept him stable enough to survive the trip. She had predicted he would wake today, which is why Green had tried to rouse him. They had no idea that the man in the bed was no longer Adam Buda, but Zhao Hai—an internet-dwelling nerd from Earth who had taken over Adam’s body.