"If someone greets you, give them a warm hug. If it's a woman, pliment her appearance. If there's an ued situation, just ugh it off and say, 'What a lovely day it is today…'"Charlot Meburg kept repeating these mental affirmations to bolster his fiderying his best to remain calm and unhurried.

  Roughly ten days ago, Charlot Meburg was still Huang Haisheng—a high sath teacher born oh with a standard uy education.

  He had no idea how he had "died."

  His st moments of life were a blur, with no clear memory of what had happened. When he regained sciousness, Huang Haisheng had bee Charlot Meburg, an imperial civil servant who happeo be on vacation.

  Charlot Meburg worked in the tral Gover Office as a first-css civil servant, ranked forty-first in the bureaucratic hierarchy of the Fars Empire, perf clerical duties.

  The nation he now served with diligend received his sary from was a mighty empire entirely absent from Huang Haisheng's memories.

  Charlot Meburg was inally a native of the Old ti, born in the Behemoth Principality (a vassal state of the Fars Empire). He ter moved to the empire for his studies, and after graduation, secured a prestigious job in the capital, Strasb.

  The first few days after his transmigration were nerve-wrag. After all, anyone fag su inexplicable situation would struggle to stay posed.

  Fortunately...

  At that time, Charlot Meburg was on vacation.

  He had rented a small house by the seaside in es, where his neighbors were strangers, giving him the time and space he o calm down and adapt.

  Huang Haisheng quickly cluded that assuming Charlot Meburg's identity and living a normal, orderly life was his best course of a.

  Through the transmigration, he had acquired most of "Charlot Meburg's" memories, along with fragments of a knowledge, allowing him to blend seamlessly into this fantasy world with its distinctly cssical Europeahetic.

  Yes, this was a fantasy world.

  Here, there were gods, wondrous creatures, forbidden a artifacts, giants, shamans, vampires, magibat energy, alchemy, as well as extraordinary beings and objects.

  This world was governed by rue Gods.

  In an inprehensibly a era, the nine gods had fed a divine pact, the Code of the Gods, decreeing that the gods would take turns ruling the world iuries-long cycles, eaown as an Epoch.

  It was now the thirty-fifth year of the Lady of the Bck Moon's reighe world, g with the fifth epoch of the Fars Empire's establishment.

  Charlot Meburg stepped into the tral Gover Office, wearing a posed smile and greeting everyone warmly.

  However, every face he passed seemed indistinct. The inal Charlot had stored only low-resolution memories of his colleagues' appearances, making it impossible tnize any of them clearly.

  It was akin to how most people reize acquaintances when they see them but struggle to recall their exact features when alohis is a minor limitation of human memory.

  He made his way to the office he remembered, which he shared with over twenty other clerks. Although not a private workspace, it was still far better than w in the main hall with the rest of his peers.

  Just as he pushed open the door, a stern middle-aged woman called out, "Mr. Meburg, you will be assigned a special task in the ing days."

  Charlot smiled faintly, searg his memories to piece together the speaker's identity.

  This middle-aged woman was his direct superior, Mrs. Aldegonde, a strid authoritative veteran of the gover.

  "Uood, Mrs. Aldegonde. I will do my utmost to plete the assig."

  Mrs. Aldegonde looked slightly surprised. She had expected Charlot Meburg to dee—this task was notoriously challenging and something few were willing to accept.

  Still, since Charlot had already agreed, she saw no reason tue. "Take this identificatioer to Kilmainham Prison, where further instrus will be provided."

  "Here is one écu as pensation for this temporary assig."

  Charlot smiled faintly, taking the envelope Mrs. Aldegonde handed him. As he did, he searched his memories and quickly recalled information about the empire's currency.

  The empire had three currenits: écu, flor, aime.

  One écu equaled ten flor, and one flor equaled one hundred times.

  The écu, meaning "shield" in the imperial nguage, came in denominations of one and five, made of gold and highly valuable. Only the wealthy and high-ranking nobles possessed rge amounts of écu, which had bee collectible items and rarely circuted.

  Flors were initially weight-based, equivalent to a pound of silver. Uhe reign of the third emperor, they were minted into silver s, colloquially referred to as "Old Flor." In the fourth epoch, paper currency of equivalent value, known as "New Flor," was issued in denominations of one, five, ten, twenty, and fifty. The silver s had virtually disappeared from circution, and a single flor was equivalent to about 1,800 to 1,900 RMB in purchasing power.

  times were the only s still widely circuted, avaible in denominations of one, five, ten, twenty, and fifty, with no paper currency terpart.

  A single écu was sidered a generous bonus for su assig, roughly equivalent to one and a half months of Charlot's sary.

  Indeed, as a first-css civil servant, Charlot earned a weekly sary of one flor ay times—a high wage that even allowed him to take annual vacations.

  Although his short tenure had left him with little savings to purchase property, f him to rent, he was still regarded as an exceptional young man among the empire's youth.

  This recisely why, at social gatherings, women often sought his attention; Charlot Meburg was an outstanding imperial gentleman with a promising future.

  Mrs. Aldegonde, being a stern and cise persouro her desk after giving her instrus.

  Charlot turned ahe office, exiting the gover building. Waving casually oreet, he hailed a public carriage, which stopped quietly for him. The driver waited as Charlot boarded, thehe horses trotting again.

  Sitting in the carriage, Charlot felt the jostling of the a mode of transportation as he opehe envelope, pulling out a ten-flor note and an official letter of introdu.

  The empire did not issue any paper currency denominated in écu; both the one-éd five-éits existed only as gold s.

  For this reason, the empire had a peculiar that often puzzled transmigrators: people habitually referred to ten-flor notes as one écu!

  Charlot pced the ten-flor note in his wallet, tucked the letter into the breast pocket of his coat, and crumpled the envelope into a ball, tossing it lightly out of the carriage. It nded squarely in a street-er trash bin with impressive precision.

  The empire's sixth emperor, Julius VI, had a pulsive obsession with liness. His intolerance for the sewage and trash scattered throughout the city had led to the establishment of a waste ma initiative. Yet, like many imperial projects, it was only partially successful. The use of trash bins persisted solely in the Val-de-Vas district.

  Val-de-Vas was home to the imperial pace, the tral Gover Office, the nine major temples of the True Gods, and the empire's four most prestigious uies.

  These esteemed elites enjoyed living in a enviro.

  As for the other districts, they were left to the whims of fate.