Transmigration + Inheritance? What a Clichéd Opening

"Did I... transmigrate?!!!"

"Fucking hell!"

Li Mo stared at the unfamiliar face reflected in the mirror, his expression unreadable.

A minute ago, he had been at home drinking cola and watching a special-effects movie called Ant-Man 2. Yet in the blink of an eye, he had arrived somewhere unfamiliar, and even his body had changed.

No black hole, no electrocution, no abnormalities whatsoever. He had simply transmigrated without a single warning.

"Damn!"

Li Mo stood there in a daze for a long while before finally uttering one word.

He had never wanted to transmigrate. People always said how wonderful transmigration could be, but how could the real world possibly be as easy to navigate as the ones in novels and anime?

Without a cheat, without enough power, dreams of building a harem, becoming king, and ruling the world could only remain dreams.

And he had been an ordinary shut-in in his previous life. Even after transmigrating, he was still a loser. Reality would not change just because he had transmigrated once.

"What a pain!"

Rubbing his temples, Li Mo began looking around the room.

He had not inherited this body's memories, so he knew absolutely nothing about this world or this body's identity.

If other members of this family came out later and he handled things poorly, it could cause serious problems. His most urgent task was to learn about this body.

The room was enormous, with two floors. Li Mo could not estimate the exact dimensions for the moment, but it was even larger than a two-story villa he had visited in his previous life.

The decor was Western in style, though it was somewhat retro—more like the style popular during the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries.

There was a magazine on a nearby coffee table. Li Mo walked over and looked at the cover, then froze.

The cover before him carried a heavy sense of history. It featured Captain America, Steve Rogers.

He opened the magazine and found it filled with English descriptions of Captain America's heroic deeds during World War II.

"Marvel?"

Li Mo frowned deeply at the magazine in his hand.

He did like Marvel movies, but that did not mean he wanted to come to the Marvel world.

This world was far too dangerous. Alien invasions and supervillain crimes happened at every turn. Ordinary people's lives had no guarantee whatsoever, not to mention Thanos's infamous sunset snap...

Huff—

Li Mo let out a deep breath, then returned to the sofa with a frown.

It was somewhat rash to conclude that this was the Marvel world based on a single magazine, but judging from the information currently available, the possibility was extremely high.

So... what now?

Should he act like the protagonists in countless transmigration novels, recklessly courting death because he believed every transmigrator had to be the protagonist? Gather all kinds of plot heroines into a harem, crush every hero and villain along the way, collect all six Infinity Stones, and become a god in the Marvel world?

Damn it! That would be suicide!

Having watched Marvel movies in his previous life, Li Mo understood better than anyone how deep the waters of the Marvel world ran. Forget an ordinary shut-in like him—even a Super Saiyan would get slapped to death by a single wave if he got too cocky!

Having sufficient self-awareness was Li Mo's greatest virtue. Causing trouble was absolutely out of the question. Staying cautious and careful was the rule for surviving in this dangerous world. As for Thanos's snap... he would leave that to fate.

He had never been the type to risk his life for something with no hope of success. Otherwise, he would not have become a shut-in after graduating from college in his previous life.

Besides, if so many big shots in the Avengers had failed to stop it, then there was even less chance that he, an ordinary person who merely knew a little about future developments, could do anything.

When the snap came, surviving would mean he was lucky. If he died, perhaps he could even transmigrate back to his original world. Besides, he did not even know what time it was yet. If Thanos had already snapped his fingers, then would all this worrying not be completely pointless?

Just as Li Mo was tangled up in all sorts of thoughts,

Footsteps suddenly sounded from upstairs. Walking down the spiral staircase was an Asian girl in a white dress. She was young, around seven or eight years old. Her eyes were slightly red and swollen, as though she had cried not long ago.

Li Mo's heart stirred at the sight. He stood up from the sofa and raised a hand in greeting.

He had not yet figured out how to deal with this body's family, but the person coming downstairs was only a child. That was good news for Li Mo. Getting information out of a child was far easier than getting it from an adult.

"Would you like some water?"

Li Mo picked up the pitcher on the coffee table and asked in slightly awkward English.

"No."

The girl answered with her head lowered, then sat across from Li Mo.

"Alright."

Seeing how distant she was, Li Mo merely smiled and did not mind. He began considering how to start a conversation without making it obvious.

Honestly, this was difficult for him. Communicating with people had always been one of his weaknesses.

"You..."

"Are you going to talk about sending me to an orphanage? Don't worry, I won't cling to you."

Seeing Li Mo struggle to speak, the girl's eyes dimmed and her tone turned cold.

Although her family had suddenly suffered a disaster, the girl's personality would not allow her to shamelessly cling to someone else.

Li Mo froze upon hearing that. An orphanage? If he remembered correctly, orphanages were places for children whose parents had died or lost custody.

So who was she? What was her relationship with this body?

No matter how he looked at it, they did not seem related by blood. His current body was clearly of pure Western descent, while the delicate little girl before him was Asian.

Li Mo frowned slightly, tapped his fingers twice, and made up his mind. "Who are you? What is your relationship with me?"

Things seemed different from what he had previously guessed. After a brief hesitation, Li Mo decided to ask directly. At worst, he could claim he had amnesia afterward.

"Heh!"

The girl looked up and gave Li Mo a mocking glance. Without saying anything, she stood and headed for the front door.

She did not believe that he truly did not know who she was. Pretending not to recognize her now meant he did not want to keep taking care of her, or perhaps he even wanted to swallow up her inheritance.

If that was the case, there was no need for her to remain in this house.

She had come to the United States with her mother, and now she had no relatives or friends here. She had no power to resist, but she would remember this. Once she grew up, she would definitely take her revenge. She believed that one day, she would have the ability to do so!

"Hey, wait!"

Seeing the little girl get up to leave, Li Mo hurriedly grabbed her wrist.

There was still much he did not understand about this world and this body, and this little girl was his breakthrough for learning about everything. How could he let her leave just like that?

"Is there something else?"

Unable to break free after struggling twice, the girl looked up at him with the same gaze one might use for trash.

"Well, although I don't know why you're so angry, I really don't know you. And not just you—I don't even remember my own name. Other than some basic common sense, I know nothing about this world."

"So, if what I said just now caused you any trouble, please don't take it to heart."

Li Mo tried his best to control his expression and make himself appear more sincere.

"Amnesia?" The little girl examined Li Mo suspiciously for a moment. Only after he awkwardly shifted his neck did she return to the sofa and sit down. With mockery in her eyes, she said, "Fine. I'll believe you for the moment. What do you want to ask?"

"Everything. Everything about me!" Li Mo said urgently.

Having suddenly transmigrated—especially after discovering that he had come to the Marvel world—his heart had been filled with tension, worry, fear, and all sorts of emotions.

Maintaining his outward calm was already his limit. He desperately needed information to understand his current situation and gain some sense of security.

"Alright."

Seeing how anxious Li Mo looked, the little girl frowned and began explaining.

"My name is Annie. My mother married your father three months ago. Yesterday, they died in a car accident." Annie paused here before continuing, "And you are currently my legal guardian. Your name is Ryan Garcia..."

As Annie spoke, Li Mo gradually formed a preliminary understanding of the body he had transmigrated into.

Ryan Garcia came from a single-parent family. He was twenty-two this year and had just graduated from New York University in the United States. He had an outgoing personality and quite a few friends.

Three months ago, this body's father and Annie's mother had held a wedding in a church. From Annie's description, the original owner of this body had apparently approved of the marriage and welcomed the two new members of the family.

However, yesterday's car accident had shattered this newly formed family, leaving only him and Annie behind, along with a two-story villa in Manhattan District, New York, United States, and roughly three million dollars in inheritance and insurance compensation. It was as melodramatic as the opening of a third-rate novel.