I transmigrated to the world of Doupo (Battle Through the Heavens). I became a "useless" member of the Mittel family, plagued by a cold poison, spending my days with alcohol and enduring endless scorn. But I had a little secret: the drunker I was, the faster my sword became. My family didn't understand; they only saw me as a useless person who couldn't live without alcohol. Even my cunning cousin, Mittel Yafei, saw me as an obstacle to her claim to the family headship. A frame-up made me a sinner of the family, and I was expelled. That day, I lay drunk in the dilapidated courtyard, dreaming of immortals dancing with swords. When I awoke, I realized I had been bound to the [Drunken Sword Immortal] system. I soared to immortality with a single sword strike, leaving this family, reeking only of money, alone. From then on, the Douqi Continent gained a drunkard.

"How does it feel to be given the name Rozier?" "Get lost!" "How can you be so heartless!" "Stop with that gloating look. And can you please stop bullying those three little ones and Malfoy? You're practically ruining them!" "Tch, what do you know? You're having fun outside, while I can only find my fun at Hogwarts." These were the days these two shameless rascals spent having fun at Hogwarts.