"The level is too low and the blue bar is too short."
This is the summary of Jenkins.
The three white, green and purple light dots in front of him represent three abilities. The green ability has already been tested, so there is no need to say more. [Unknown Road Ahead] isn't a triggering ability at all. Jenkins has tried it many times, but he never felt like he used the ability. This time, he mainly wants to see what [Simple Boxing] is used for.
"As long as I don't hit, it shouldn't do too much damage, right?"
He thought in his heart and then activated the skill with his mind. Soon, the stream of cold air spread along his arm to his right fist. He blinked at his arm. The appearance didn't change much, and there was no expected glowing special effect, but he could feel the airflow weakening over time.
After thinking about it, Jenkins stood up, walked to the center of the room, and punched the air violently.
With a slight pop, the airflow in his arm disappeared and Jenkins tightened the corners of his mouth.
Very good, even if he's still not as good as the weakest Saint Seiya, at least he has reached the limit of being human.
He sat back down at the desk and looked at the points of light and bubbles in front of him. These are the skills he needs to survive in this world, and he must take them seriously. Since every superpower has a world superpower, why do I have two souls but only one world superpower?
"Am I being too greedy?"
Jenkins suddenly found his thoughts funny. Maybe the world only recognizes one Jenkins.
The dots of light and bubbles are spread out in a regular pattern in front of him. The points of light are in the center, and then the bubbles are surrounded by a circle. The outermost bubbles are two [Extraordinary Items] in the form of simple drawings. From what I've learned today, [Extraordinary Items] can bless certain abilities, but they haven't been discovered yet.
Feeling a little tired, Jenkins let all the visions disappear, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, then stood up and opened the curtains. It was dark outside, and only the lights of the neighboring houses were still working. The dim and tidy Privet Drive was as peaceful as before, and nothing had changed with the arrival of a certain time traveler. In addition to the necessary furniture, there were also many large books in the bedroom. A very small proportion of these were study books that old Williamite had bought for his son, the rest were heroic novels and the like.
In this time of peace and progress, the culture industry was also booming, and the original owner Jenkins was very attracted to these stories.
Jenkins simply ran his hands over the spines of the neatly organized books. Although the inherited memory was a little vague even on the way home from church, the contents of these books were unusually clear. Jenkins could even now make out the middle paragraph of the 34th page of the fifth volume of "Detective Knight's Biography" where his finger was pressed.
"Qualified young man."
Jenkins thought as he pulled out the third volume of "Detective Knight's Biography". Well okay, it was a book published by Wayne Publishing. It was the code book Mr. Hood had chosen when the legal party ended. It seemed he didn't have to buy it separately.
Jenkins hadn't gotten used to dealing with his new parents yet, so he went back to his room early after dinner, pretending to be too tired today. He wanted to go through the original owner's things and go to bed after making sure there were no gaps in his memory, but he didn't expect anyone to knock on his door.
He put down the carefully preserved novel in his hand and opened the door. At the door stood John Williamette in slippers, holding a box wrapped in ribbons.
"What's the matter?"
As he spoke, Jenkins let his brother into the house. John nodded, put the box on the desk and then looked at the novel.
"Don't read too much of that kind of book, it's very bad for your health."
He seemed to have misunderstood something, and Jenkins showed a helpless expression.
Wait, how does he know what it says?
"Jenkins, congratulations on finding a job. Even though you can't read as well as my older brother and I, I think you have a talent of your own." "If you talk like that, you'll get beaten up easily."
Jenkins thought so in his heart, and his face showed half shyness and half anger.
"John, please watch the tone in which you speak to your brother."
The boy across from him immediately showed an expression of "You're still like that" and pushed the box he had brought over to Jenkins:
"This is a gift. When my oldest brother found a job with a professor at college, everyone gave gifts. This is my present for you."
"May I open it?"
Jenkins asked, but his hand was already tugging at the bow.
Inside the box was a red velvet box with a lid. He pressed the button on the front and the box opened with a click, revealing the silver pocket watch with twigs and leaves inside.
"Oh."
Jenkins exclaimed, taking out the pocket watch and opened the lid with a flick of his wrist.
"That cost a lot of money, did not it?"
"Yeah, I bought it for myself. I have been saving pocket money for six months ..."
He did not say anything more, just shrugged his shoulders.
Jenkins put the pocket watch back in the box and was a little touched for a moment.
After sending John away, Jenkins stared at the pocket watch for a while, then stood up and put it in his coat pocket. After a hurried tidy-up, Jenkins prepared to go to bed.
Before he covered himself with the comforter, he suddenly remembered something. He sat up and tapped his temple, but no object in the house, not even the bishop's brooch or his brother's pocket watch, emitted an unusual light.
He smiled self-deprecatingly, closed his eyes and enjoyed his first sleep since he had been in this world.
The next morning, the Williamite family was still a hive of activity, as it was the second son's first day at work . Mary Williamette had been praying and thanking the [heir] incessantly since morning, and John sent Jenkins to the carriage before leaving for work. Privet Drive is east of Norland City, and the old man's antique store is near the dock area to the west. If Jenkins walks on his own two legs, it will probably take him two hours to get there.
"Are you going to work?"
The driver asked in a hushed voice after exiting Privet Drive.
"Yes, sir, my first day at work."
"Going to work by horse-drawn carriage..."
The coachman murmured in a low voice, and Jenkins could only smile sheepishly. He only agreed to this because of Mary's strong request, otherwise he would have gone out at half past six.