In the middle of the night, there were still some lights flashing when the slight drizzle was falling on the castle hanging on a seaside cliff. The small town under the cliff showed a sign that people had long been sleeping peacefully. For the civilians living there, candles were luxuries that could only be used by great people living in the castle. At night, they could only go to bed early.
The master of the castle was the viscount of the Qianqi Kingdom. He was in his prime and had two sons and three daughters.
At this moment, two people were in the Lord Viscount's study, sitting at their desks. Both of them remained silent for a while.
From the tight slits, there were some threads of coolness from the cold sea breeze. The candles on the desk shook slightly.
After a long silence, the man sitting on the leather chair asked, "Really? There is no chance?"
His voice was calm and steady, and it couldn't be seen from his face whether he was happy or worried. However, the old man, sitting opposite the man, clearly knew the man who was the master of the castle well enough. At this time, his mood should be very low.
Even so, the old man seemed unwilling to follow viscount's advice and said, "There is no chance. You have seen it with your own eyes, Lord Viscount. Tonight, Young Master Lance failed to draw the most basic rune for a full hour, not to mention printing it to his brain."
"With all due respect, the second young master has no mage talent. Speaking of it, this kid is not a slacker. During the half-year of studying magic with me, he almost tried his best, exhausted all his powers on it. I can see that the boy is serious, but I'm sorry, you can't be a mage with seriousness alone."
"Talent is needed for that." The old man said that with a wry smile.
"I see. Thank you, Amman." There was a trace of weariness on Viscount's face, but it soon disappeared and returned to his cold and shrewd expression.
"Since he was frail and constantly sick, even though he is 16 years old now, he can't even hold the sword; He is a timid kid. His sisters can ride the horses and hunting, but he would only hide in his study and read books. After learning magic with you for half a year, he didn't even master the most basic rune. Such a son, I really have no way."
The Viscount said to himself, "Mei, I once have promised you, and I have already done it.
I gave him all the opportunities, but unfortunately, he couldn't seize them …. Such a man, even if I keep him in the castle, he will certainly be depressed for a lifetime."
The old man sat there in silence. He and the Viscount were old friends. He knew that the state of his old friend at this time represented a decision that he was making in his heart - a decision that left him in a dilemma.
"It seems that we can only send him to the church." A trace of impatience and helplessness flashed on Viscount's face: "I heard that the days of clergymen were ... very difficult ...."
Amman was a little surprised and asked, "Clergyman? My Lord, why did you choose such a way out for Young Master Lance? With your connections in the city, you can find a better position for him. Even if you can't make him follow some bishops, it's good enough to follow those powerful priests."
Viscount shook his head and answered, "If he doesn't have enough talent, putting him in such a dazzling place will hurt him instead. This child, as I can see, likes to read, like quietness, and therefore he is unsocial. His mother wanted him to stand out, so I gave him a chance. But since he can't grasp it, I can only ensure he will live peacefully and safely for the rest of his life. The church's clergy camp is the most suitable place, where there is no struggle and no one will hurt him. Even if life is a little more difficult, he must be able to accept it."
Amman was silent, then sighed slightly. Actually, his views were exactly the same as those of Viscount. In this half-year, he had tried all methods to teach Young Master Lance about magic. Although Amman himself was only a second-class mage with low magic power, he was still superior in the world, especially in remote places like Lord Viscount's. Viscount wanted him to teach Lance at a price that far greater than other children's education.
Even so, Lance failed to learn even a spell rune.
"Poor boy...." The old mage's eyes felt on the young man lying on the rocking chair. A hint of regret flashed in his eyes.
"He has been sleeping for three hours. It's time to wake him up."
Once the decision had been made, Viscount's tone seemed to be much colder.
Amman nodded and then said "Young Master Lance had exhausted his mental power before because he was trying to write magic runes by force, so he passed out. Now he should be almost recovered. But to be safe, let me wake him up."
Viscount nodded while replied, "Thanks for the trouble."
Amman raised his spirit a little more. He was now too old. In recent years, he always felt that he lacked energy. Although what he wanted to release at this time was a 0th-level spell ⟨Dew of Vanishing Serenity⟩, he still had to concentrate on it.
It was a well-recognized fact in Magus World that 0th-level spells did not need casting materials. Amman made a little chanting gesture, with a set of six syllables chants came out of his throat. Soon, a small aperture opened above Lance's head, and a few drops of light green dew accurately fell on Lance's lips.
At this time, Lance knew that he could no longer pretend to sleep. Although he didn't wake up for a long time, he heard their conversation clearly.
He took a deep breath and pretended to open his eyes in confusion.
"Teacher... Father...," said Lance weakly, relying on the memory of the original owner.
The old mage sighed, and touched Lance's head with some reluctance, then left Viscount's study.
Both father and son were the only ones left in the room.
Viscount said nothing, and Lance didn't dare to say a word, but his mind was frantically sorting out the information. 16 years of the original owner's memory was still relatively huge and cumbersome for him. He could only select useful ones to look at.
The silent Viscount didn't find out at all. Viscount's precious son overdrawn his mental power when he tried to write magic runes, his soul had in fact already drifted away. And now sitting in front of him was actually the soul from another world.
Lance sat there uneasily. After a period of thinking, he basically determined the following facts:
1. He, himself, had transmigrated.
2. There seemed to be something like magic in this world.
3. It seemed that the body he transmigrated to was a waste. His body was thin and weak, and his mental strength was not good. Neither competent as a warrior nor a mage. His father seemed to be nice to him and was a Viscount, but at present, he seemed to give up on himself.
The three points above made Lance extremely depressed.
'𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅? 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉*𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉? 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒉. 𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.'
'𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅,' thought Lance while he was scratching his head a bit depressed, who knew that just at this time, a clear female voice sounded beside his ear :
⟪ 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘛𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘊𝘰., 𝘓𝘵𝘥., 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. ⟫
⟪ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱. ⟫
Lance sat there with a stunned expression, his brain didn't turn for a moment.
'𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒑? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒑? 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆... .'
'𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅?' thought Lance as he suddenly recalled.
"[Fox]," replied Lance in his heart subconsciously with pounding heart.
The sweet female voice said, ⟪ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. [𝘍𝘰𝘹] 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ⟫
⟪ [𝘍𝘰𝘹] 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. ⟫
Lance sat there like a chicken, and in the eyes of Viscount, his son was almost hopeless. So Viscount coughed heavily.
Who knew that Lance didn't pay any attention to him? At this time, his mind was all focused on the biochip in his body.
Before transmigrating, Lance was a chip salesman ー in the 23rd century, when a variety of gene chips had become a necessity of people's life. As an employee of China New Technology Company, Lance's job was to sell all kinds of gene chips produced by his company to customers. The chips produced by China New Technology Co., Ltd. naturally follow the high-end route. These chips were at the forefront of fashion. Lance himself has no chance to use them at all.
On that day, he rushed to see a customer, carrying a complete set of company chips (including the main chip and other kinds of sub chips) across the road, only to be accidentally hit by a high-speed magnetic levitation flying car. By the time he woke up, he or more accurately his soul had already run to a different world.
'𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈.' Lance's heart beat faster and faster.
⟪ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥, [𝘍𝘰𝘹] 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴. ⟫
⟪ 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴: ⟫
⟪「𝘗𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 : 𝟢.𝟥」「𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 : 𝟢.𝟧」「𝘈𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 : 𝟢.𝟥」⟫
⟪ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝟢.𝟩-𝟢.𝟫. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴. ⟫
With the sweet voice of [Fox], Lance's left eye emerged a series of pale green data.
With the main chip in the middle managing, he knew everything about his body instantly.
Lance settled his mind. Although he never used high-class chips, the operation mode of gene chips was always similar. He ignored all the overly complex data, and then looked at the chips in his body.
Except the main chip that showed in light green, which indicated it was in the active state, the rest of the sub chips were in the grey, inactive state.
Seeing the rows of inactive chips, Lance began to get excited!
These super chips, which he didn't have the chance to use on the earth, were installed on his own body and transmigrated with him!
If you could activate these chips, you were comparable to half Superman!
[Eagle's Eye], [Hungry Wolf], [Super Arc]... These luxury chips were all inserted in the end of Lance's gene chain. As long as he met the requirements, he could drive the main chip [Fox] to start these sub chips!
For Lance, it felt so cool just thinking about it.
"Lance! Are you listening to what am I saying!"
Viscount, who had been ignored by Lance, couldn't help it. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at the wandering Lance. It seemed that there was a tendency to go mad at any time.
Lance was startled and hurriedly sat upright and said, "Father, I'm listening."