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"On February 19, 2005, a Giant Beast resembling a Furious Ape, standing over a hundred meters tall, appeared in the suburbs of East Capital and stormed into the city, causing massive destruction."
"After causing hundreds of thousands of casualties, it was besieged and killed by three fleets from the Federal Base."
"In the battle, the military spent a total of one Megaton nuclear bomb, one hundred and fifty cruise missiles, and lost fifteen fighter aircraft..."
"On the morning of June 1, 2005, a Giant Beast thirty kilometers long, resembling a whale-fish, appeared in the skies over Hangover City, triggering tremendous panic once again."
"Fortunately, this Giant Beast was not very aggressive and only existed for a brief fifteen minutes, causing no significant casualties."
"During this time, the Giant Beast disappeared after ignoring all missile bombardments by the Federation..."
"On August 3, 2005, a kilometer-long Giant Beast, similar to the Mythical Dust Serpent, emerged in Lar City by the Aohedi Sea and wreaked havoc."
"This Giant Beast incident resulted in millions of casualties and ended with the Giant Beast leaving with only light injuries."
"In this incident, the military expended three Megaton nuclear bombs, three hundred and twenty other missiles, five warships, and a countless amount of ammunition."
"From then on, the New Era began..."
It was evening in the year 2055.
In a room, a youth sat in front of a computer, his expression grave as he carefully perused the information about the Mythical Era on the internet.
After a while, Jack Clark rubbed his temples with a headache: "What a dangerous world this is."
The memories had been awakening for half a day, and by organizing the chaotic memories of this life, Jack Clark found that the history, technology, and civilization of this world were very similar to the previous one.
But everything took a turn decades ago, when Giant Beasts that seemed straight out of mythology began to descent.
With these Giant Beasts' appearances and disappearances, the entire world changed, and the Cultivators, who had vanished with the advent of firearms, rose again.
Decades of development later, some powerful Cultivators were capable of resisting missile bombardments with their bodies, sinking aircraft carriers, ripping apart Giant Beasts—frighteningly powerful.
In such circumstances, while the Federal States were researching more advanced technology and weapons, the cultivation trend also became widespread.
Of course, these were not what caused Jack Clark's headache.
Time-traveling and reincarnating, although it was his first time without experience, he, with an adult's mindset, quickly accepted it all, even if this world was a little chaotic.
But the problem was...
Thinking this, Jack Clark turned his head to look at the glass tank beside him.
To be precise, he was looking at the salamander lying on a stone, its body white, ten centimeters long, with limbs and six pink horns.
As the economy developed and living standards improved, the pet market in this world also flourished, with a dazzling array of species.
Cats and dogs need no mention, and it had become normal to keep lizards and pythons, and even some people liked keeping ants and insects.
For instance, the previous him had a different hobby from others, keeping an Amphibious Six-legged Salamander and arranging a nicely decorated crystal glass cabinet for it.
But these were not the point.
The point was that at this moment, Jack Clark had the sensation of two bodies in his mind.
One was as a human sitting on the chair, the other was a strange feeling of lying with paws on the ground and breathing through gills.
However, compared to the ease of controlling the human body, that small body made him feel somewhat uncoordinated, lying on the stone not daring to move.
It was as if the original single-core processor was suddenly tasked with the jobs of a dual-core processor, and the computing power was somewhat lagging.
Moreover, the sudden acquisition of an additional 'body' left Jack Clark bewildered and somewhat at a loss.
He didn't know what caused this condition, why he had reincarnated, and if this Six-cornered Dragon died, would it affect him?
Beyond that, what was the use of this 'body' smaller than the palm of a hand? Even if fattened, it wouldn't be enough for two bites.
For a moment, Jack Clark sat in the chair with many thoughts, but... all to no avail.
Just then, a tiger-headed boy pushed the door open and called out to Jack Clark in front of the computer, "Bro, it's time to eat."
"Oh, coming," Jack Clark stood up.
In this life, he was a high school junior. Although he was only a junior, he was already an adult by the standards of this world. He had a thirteen-year-old brother, and his mother was a junior manager at a Metal Refining Company.
As for his father, it was said that he had passed away due to illness a long time ago.
It was a normal death, with no accidents involved.
So there wouldn't be a melodramatic plot of the father going missing in an accident when Jack Clark was young, and then he and his brother discovering the truth years later and seeking vengeance in anger.
Of course, there was also no possibility of his father actually coming from a prestigious background and leaving due to some special circumstances in his childhood, only to return more than a decade later to recognize each other.
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When Jack Clark arrived at the downstairs dining room, his younger brother Glenn Clark was already seated at the table, next to a gentle-looking and beautiful woman who appeared to be in her forties.
Looking at Jack Clark, who had just taken his seat, Doris Clark asked with concern, "Jack, how are you feeling now? Can you go to school tomorrow?"
"I'm all better now."
Doris Clark immediately breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, her voice gentle, "That's good to hear. You really gave us quite a scare this time."
Unlike his physically robust and sports-loving younger brother, Jack Clark had been frail and often ill since childhood.
He would get a fever or a cold from the slightest chill, and more serious conditions would mean either nephritis or pneumonia.
He suddenly developed a fever last night and by the time he was found in the morning, his temperature had reached forty-one degrees. It wasn't until after receiving an IV all morning at the clinic that his fever finally subsided.
The situation had startled both Doris Clark and Glenn Clark, including the doctors who almost thought he wouldn't make it, urging him to be rushed to a big hospital.
In reality, he really hadn't made it through, resulting in Jack Clark's consciousness awakening, but that was something only he knew.
Doris Clark said with care, "Remember to take your medicine after dinner."
"Yes, I know."
"And if you feel unwell anywhere, we'll go to the hospital to get it checked out."
"Yes." To avoid any accidents, Jack Clark was rather silent at the dining table.
But his character had always been rather gloomy and introverted, so neither Doris Clark nor Glenn Clark noticed anything out of the ordinary.
After dinner, Jack Clark, still the patient, was sent back to his room. Glenn Clark, holding a basketball, went out to play with friends, leaving Doris Clark alone to clean up the kitchen.
When he returned upstairs, Jack Clark was holding a plate of thawed shrimp meat, which was the food for the Six-legged Salamander... no, it should be said, 'his' food.
The ten-centimeter-long white salamander in the fish tank looked up, its small black sesame seed-like eyes watching the enormous tongs slowly descending from 'above'.
The salamander's vision was poor, and due to its size, in its perspective, the arms that passed over the glass tank and the tongs that were longer than twenty centimeters all appeared very large.
The piece of shrimp meat clamped on top was as big as half its head.
Jack Clark controlled the Six-legged Salamander with his consciousness to open its mouth and swallow the shrimp meat in one bite.
This sensation of feeding oneself was somewhat unfamiliar, making him unconsciously lick his lips.
Hmm, it seems to taste not bad. The salamander's small white head blinked its eyes.
Do not be deceived by the salamander's small size; it had a large appetite, normally requiring a meal equal to a third of its body size to be satiated.
But this time...
Jack Clark continued to pick up pieces of torn shrimp meat, feeding the salamander that kept opening its mouth to devour the food, like an insatiable black hole that only took in and never let out.
In just a short while, the Six-legged Salamander had consumed an amount of food comparable to its own body volume.
In Jack Clark's perception, the food entered 'its' body, fell down the throat into the stomach, and disappeared in the blink of an eye due to its terrifying digestive power.
At the same time, as a large amount of food was swallowed, starting from the salamander's stomach, a warm sensation spread throughout its body, followed by an itching sensation.
It was itching all over.
The itching was so intense that Jack Clark felt quite uncomfortable, involuntarily opening his mouth... Ga!
The salamander's sound was like the cry of a child, only much softer, almost imperceptible.
Then, to Jack Clark's amazement, the Six-legged Salamander's size visibly grew by a notch, reaching eleven centimeters in length.
One centimeter, that is, one millimeter, might not seem like much, but this growth was completed in the blink of an eye.
This digestive capability and growth rate did not frighten Jack Clark but instead brightened his eyes.
If it were just an ordinary Six-legged Salamander, the species' limit would be around thirty centimeters, so what use would there be for Jack Clark's control, no matter how adept?
This was a world where nuclear bombs exploded everywhere and cultivators could sink aircraft carriers with their strength.
But now, he seemed to see a light called the future...
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Jack Clark went back downstairs to the refrigerator to get some more shrimp meat to thaw. As long as the salamander's body felt like it could keep eating, he continued feeding.
Quickly, a quantity of shrimp meat twice the volume of the salamander was devoured again.
It was not until then that a subtle feeling of fullness emanated from the salamander's body.
Simultaneously, that sensation of growth appeared again, a warm feeling spread throughout the Salamander Avatar's entire body, accompanied by an itch, as its body visibly grew in size.
Then, a row of transparent text appeared before Jack Clark's eyes.