"Fujiwara family..."
Fujino slowly walked over to the car parked by the roadside, sat in the driver's seat, lit a cigarette, and quietly began to think.
Although he had learned about another layer of his identity in this world, he did not feel much about it.
In his eyes, the so-called Fujiwara family had absolutely nothing to do with him.
After all, the original Fujino Doji of this world had worked himself into exhaustion under immense pressure every day, caught a cold, run a fever of forty degrees Celsius, and died. If there had been even one person by his side back then, Fujino would never have had the chance to transmigrate here.
And the Fujiwara family's attitude also revealed what they thought of Fujino Doji.
Perhaps it was because the original owner's mother had been cast out of the family, or perhaps she had eloped and changed her name of her own accord. Or perhaps it was because someone like him, who possessed a certain degree of inheritance rights, would only muddy the waters if he returned.
In short, the Fujiwara family had not offered Fujino Doji the slightest bit of help, which indirectly proved that Fujino Doji was an abandoned child of the family.
But clearly, he had not been completely abandoned.
After all, following the deaths of the Fujino couple, he had been assassinated after arriving in this world.
In other words, he still had inheritance rights.
If he fought for them, taking over such an enormous family was not impossible.
If he had been an ordinary person, he definitely would have fought for it.
After all, this was the Fujiwara family, a renowned Regent family in Japanese history and a first-rate prestigious clan that had spanned half of Japan's history.
With that identity alone, he would