The Fledgling Eagles of Dreyrosa Castle

Morning sunlight spilled down.

On the training grounds, young men clad in knightly armor and bucket helms shouted as they trained. Every face was resolute, sweat streaming without pause, yet none of them slackened. As the fledgling eagles of Count Dressrosa, they had to prove their worth before reaching adulthood.

Otherwise, they might not even obtain the lowest rank of knighthood.

Once they lost their qualifications as knights, their status would become no different from that of free commoners. They would no longer receive the kingdom's protection and favor under its laws, and the Goddess of Life's radiance would no longer shine upon them.

No one could accept that.

Yet clearly, even if they could not accept it, some of them would ultimately be unable to become knights.

After all, condensing a Life Seed and becoming a qualified Apprentice Knight before the age of eighteen was no easier than getting directly into Tsinghua or Peking University through the college entrance exams in his previous life.

At least, Jiang Chen—no, Thor Dressrosa now—felt that he did not have much hope.

As a transmigrator, Thor had never expected that he would wake up one day and find himself transported into such a Western fantasy world, becoming the son of the Count of Dreyrosa Castle.

Naturally, he had been thrilled at first.

Though he had not awakened to gentle maids, but rather male servants who gave him goosebumps.

Still, the sight of his bed, nearly three meters wide, along with the exquisite food and clothes that left him clicking his tongue in amazement, was enough to make him feel that this transmigration had been worthwhile.

This shamelessly feudal life was simply too wonderful.

But his excitement did not last long.

Thor soon discovered that his good days would probably not last much longer.

Because the Dreyrosa Family had maintained a rule for centuries.

Any descendant who failed to condense a Life Seed and become an Apprentice Knight before the age of eighteen would lose the family's protection and their qualifications as a knight, be cast out of the family, and only those who became Apprentice Knights could continue to bask in the family's glory.

Knights.

They were the extraordinary power of this world.

The descendants of nobles could consume Life Potions and undergo extensive training to condense their own Life Seeds, thereby gaining power beyond that of ordinary people.

"Stop!"

"Rest!"

As thoughts churned through Thor's mind, Knight Captain Michael's commanding voice rang out.

"Clang!"

"Thud!"

One sound after another hit the ground as the fledgling eagles of Dreyrosa Castle dropped onto their backsides and struggled to remove their helmets. Thor was no exception.

He panted heavily, his lungs feeling as though they were about to burst.

The others were no better off.

Everyone did their best to ease the feeling in their chests that they might explode after training.

Some even sat cross-legged, trying to seize every moment to see whether they could condense a Life Seed.

Thor looked at his brothers, calmed his breathing slightly, then sat cross-legged as well and carefully sensed the Life Source Power within his body.

Time passed second by second.

In the blink of an eye, more than half an hour had gone by.

"Phew!"

Thor exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly opened his eyes, a trace of helplessness on his face.

Just as before, he had failed to condense a Life Seed this time. Although he could sense even more Life Source Power than before, it was still not enough.

At this rate, he would need at least another year to condense a Life Seed.

But clearly, time would not give him another year.

His coming-of-age day was in three days. If he could not condense a Life Seed, he would become a Wandering Knight. Even the Dressrosa name would be stripped from him, and he could only possibly reclaim it if he earned a kingdom title someday.

But after losing his qualifications as a knight, obtaining a kingdom title would be nothing more than a fool's dream.

Those were true nobles.

"Damn it, why didn't I get a Golden Finger with my transmigration?"

Thor muttered to himself, helplessness and discomfort written across his face.

This start was awful. He had not even enjoyed his good life for a few days before he was about to become a Wandering Knight. It was truly hard to accept.

With a sigh, he was about to rise.

The sticky feeling all over his body made him extremely uncomfortable. He needed to wash up properly.

But just as he was about to stand, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

World matching in progress!

Match successful!

Character matching in progress!

Match successful!

Congratulations, you have obtained the Daily Intelligence System!

Activate?

The mechanical voice came without warning, while streams of information flooded into his mind. As the voice echoed and the information poured in, Thor, who had been sighing in despair, abruptly widened his eyes as irrepressible delight spread across his face.

A Golden Finger.

He had not expected that he really did have a Golden Finger.

"Activate!"

He spoke almost impatiently.

The instant he spoke.

"Buzz!"

Ripples spread outward.

At the same time, lines of text appeared.

Daily Intelligence updated

1: Cavendish Dressrosa will awaken his Life Seed at noon today and successfully become a qualified Apprentice Knight.

2: Lorris, a maid of Dreyrosa Castle, and Engri, a male servant, have secretly developed feelings for each other.

3: A pig beast in Dreyrosa Castle is about to give birth and will produce ten piglets in the afternoon.

4: Ryan will wander through the market in Lucerne Town today and accidentally purchase a Life Fruit from Miguel's Fruit Shop. After consuming it, he will officially condense a Life Seed.

5: In Michael's stable, his most cherished horse seems to be feeling a little upset and needs the company of a young mare for two and a half years.

6: Engel Dressrosa seems to have some troubles, stemming from the limits of his own strength.

7:

10:

Golden characters flickered, followed by line after line of text.

Looking at the words and the information appearing in his mind, Thor could no longer suppress his delight.

It was not merely the arrival of his Golden Finger, but more importantly, what this Golden Finger could do.

The Daily Intelligence System, as its name implied, allowed him to obtain relevant intelligence every day.

After midnight each day, he could refresh the day's intelligence, and the Intelligence System would provide him with up to ten pieces of information related to his surroundings.

Such an ability was simply broken.

Information was always the most important form of wealth, no matter the world or the person.

Just like the intelligence that had appeared now, there was information directly related to his pressing situation—information that could even resolve his current predicament.

His gaze locked onto the fourth entry, and Thor could not help feeling excited.