'Wow… I can't fucking believe it. Transmigration is real.'
Finn blinked as he stared at the ceiling, the warm steam from the bath curling around him. 'So does this mean I died? Or is this some Freaky Friday shit? Whatever it is, I'm living every reader's dream right now. But… where is it?'
His thoughts raced as the lady continued her work. She was his private maid, Nadia, a lowborn assigned to serve him personally. The water foamed warmly around him as she gently washed his back, moving with practiced ease. Her hands were careful, precise, but there was something in her touch that made his chest tighten.
Finn leaned slightly forward, scanning the room with wide eyes, as though the very air might answer him. He reached out instinctively, as if searching for a hologram or a floating panel to confirm the storybook rules he had read about so many times. His movements didn't escape Nadia's attention.
"What are you looking for, my lord?" she asked calmly, her tone soft but curious.
"Normally, on Webnovel, when an MC transmigrates or dies and wakes up in another world, they usually awaken a system," Finn replied without turning around. His gaze darted from the corner of the room to the ceiling, then back to the surface of the bath. "I'm checking to see if a hologram screen will appear floating in the air."
He paused, frowning as a slow panic crept in. 'Do I not have a system? That's like… the most popular trope on Webnovel. So where's mine? Or did the author just decide not to include one?'
Nadia rinsed his back with warm water. The sensation made him shiver involuntarily, snapping him back to the present. That's when it hit him fully.
A woman, not his mother, but a real woman. She was bathing him.
Finn's mind raced. This is normal in the western system, I should act normal… he tried to reason, yet every touch sent signals through him. In his previous life, no woman had ever come close to him. And now, in less than three hours of this new life, here was one, bathing him with careful attention.
He tried to control himself, but Nadia moved with subtle intent, scrubbing his chest and slowly sliding her hands toward his torso.
'Is this woman seducing me? Or is this just the old Finn reacting?' His body betrayed him, an unexpected heat rising that he hadn't felt in years. He tried to pull away. He wanted to stop her. Yet she touched him as if it were completely normal, her eyes calm, unflinching.
"Oh shit," he muttered, barely audible over the water.
"Are you okay, My Lord?" Nadia asked, her voice steady. Her hand lingered in a place where no hand should.
"Y-your hand is on my… d**k," he stammered, his face heating in a blush he hadn't experienced since puberty.
"Is there a problem with your… d**k, My Lord?" she asked, holding him without a trace of surprise.
Finn's thoughts spun wildly. 'What is happening right now? She's not even shocked. Should I be happy that a girl is touching me like this… or terrified?'
After the bath, he stepped out and dried himself, every movement exaggerated in his mind as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His body was unlike anything he had seen before: athletic, firm, well-proportioned. Even in his previous life, he had been weak, scrawny, almost invisible. Now he stood in front of the mirror, feeling a sense of awe.
Most MCs in novels gradually grew into strong bodies over weeks or months. He had woken up like this. Maybe this is the standard MC body? he thought, flexing his arms unconsciously, admiring the lines of muscle that had never existed before.
"Here are your clothes, My Lord," Nadia said, carrying a neatly folded set of garments. She placed them beside him, her movements graceful and efficient.
Finn took the moment to ask about his situation. "Nadia, I don't remember what happened. Can you fill me in?"
"I don't understand, My Lord," she replied, brow slightly furrowed.
"Oh, right… This isn't the 21st century," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Tell me what happened. Why was I unconscious?" He hoped she could provide answers.
Her lips curved into a gentle smile. "A few weeks ago, some men brought you in. They found you unconscious in the salon. The doctor said you were poisoned and that there was no way you would regain consciousness—unless a miracle happened. And a miracle did happen, right? My Lord is back on his feet and well."
Finn froze for a moment. 'So the previous me was poisoned…' A shiver ran down his spine. I hope I don't have enemies here. All I want right now is to enjoy life, do the things I couldn't in my previous life, and avoid bloody violence… especially since I don't have a power system.
Nadia finished dressing him, and he followed her silently to the dining room. His mother, the Baroness were already there, seated with gentle smile. His father was not yet present. Finn intended to ask his mother where he was, but she kept forcing food into him, her hands moving with such care that he could hardly refuse. Each bite reminded him of his own mother in his previous life, who had struggled as a single parent, working multiple jobs just to keep him fed and clothed. He imagined her face if she knew he had vanished.
Finally, the Baron arrived, accompanied by a young man in a knight's uniform. His dark hair gleamed in the morning light, and his jaw was strong, his presence commanding.
"There you are, my son. Good to see you on your feet again," Baron Jakob said warmly. He pulled Finn into a firm hug.
'When will this hugging stop?' Finn thought, stepping back and glancing past his father at the knight behind him.
"Oh, this is Ser Raymond," his father continued. "A knight from the King's Guard. He is here to protect you, my son."
"My Baron, how could you afford a knight in our current situation?" the Baroness asked, her tone skeptical. Finn understood her concern immediately.
"My son's life is more precious than gold," the Baron said. "If I had to buy every single knight in the kingdom to protect my only heir, I would."
Finn's jaw dropped slightly. The father he had always dreamed of existed, and here he was. The thought settled over him like a warm blanket. This… this felt like a birthday wish come true.
Sir Raymond knelt before the Baron and Finn, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "My life is yours to command, my lord. None shall harm this estate while I stand, and I shall protect Lord Finn Boldon with my life."
Finn's mind raced as he observed the knight. 'Wow… I don't think I'm going to live a peaceful life here.'