Above The Sky

After opening the vision horizon, Ian could only see layers of rainbow light for a while.

As if he were the sun, the surging rainbow-colored mist was churning endlessly throughout the room, and there were even clearly visible iridescent jets from his fingertips.

However, this rainbow light is gradually fading - at a speed visible to the naked eye, the overflowing rainbow light is converging into his body in the rotation and folding, and then merges with his body and every nerve.

After just a dozen breaths, there was no more rainbow light left, and Ian, like before, could not see the fog on his body.

"It seems to be fully integrated with the holder... No wonder when I went to watch the teacher, the teacher did not emit a rainbow light."

Ian muses, his heart is indeed full of grief.

But in this world, sadness doesn't do anything.

He must figure out as soon as possible the mutation in his body and the function of that silver chip.

"Well, the silver chip will not affect the vision horizon. The fog is normal, but it also has an enhanced ultraviolet and infrared spectrum viewing angle."

There was a water-colored halo in his eyes, and Ian closed the vision horizon and pondered in his heart: "My hearing and sense of smell also seem to have been strengthened a little...but not significantly. It should be the reason why my nerve damage has not healed."

"It should enhance my perception in all directions, but what is the principle?"

"And, what else is there to do other than that?"

The teacher said that this is a heritage that can change the world, and all the kings of the world want it.

The perception enhancement is indeed a good effect, but I'm sorry for its name.

Hilliard didn't explain to him the function and usage of the silver chip. There were two possibilities. One was that he didn't quite know the specific usage of Inaga's legacy, and the other was that this thing was self-evident and absolutely foolish.

And now, a third possibility emerges - the silver chip is an automatic, but unexplained legacy.

In other words, fully automatic, but without instructions.

The specific usage method requires the user to dig out by himself.

"If the pre-epoch civilization had this level of technology, what would you be afraid of even if a meteorite fell? It doesn't feel right. Is this silver chip really the technology of the pre-epoch civilization?"

Ian was full of doubts, although he still didn't know what the silver chip was, and even the chip was named after its appearance.

But if nothing else, this thing only has the function of checking his physical condition before, connecting with nerves, and carrying out real-time enhancement and transformation, which also surpassed the earth in his previous life.

It can even be said to go far beyond that. After all, it can even check the source material and sublimation organs... This may be a sublimation technique involving the different world technology of source material and alchemy!

If the previous era of Terra Continent had this level of sublimation technology, Ian thought that the other party was at least two industrial revolutions ahead of the earth.

What the hell was the disaster that day? How did it wipe out the pre-epoch civilization?

Shaking his head, Ian doesn't think about these questions for a while - with the information he has now, thinking is just a waste of time.

Inaiga II must have dug up the use of the silver chip, but he did not have time to teach it to Hilliard.

And the teacher is probably also using it to suppress the ice prison robbery, so there are not many skills.

After drinking a few more sips of water, the boy felt hungry.

He hasn't eaten for almost a whole day. Although he has the support of the source material from the ancient dragon's core, Ian doesn't want to waste the inheritance given to him by the teacher... Compared with the inheritance of Inaga, the legacy of Hilliard can be Said is easy to understand, direct can not be more direct.

Even now, Ian could sense that in a cavity behind his heart, the golden metal fluid was slowly vibrating in accordance with the ups and downs of his heart, penetrating a faint mist and infiltrating his limbs.

"Time for something to eat." He stood up and went to the kitchen.

There is not much food in the kitchen. When food and money are enough, it is naturally best to eat fresh.

But there was still some jerky, and salted poultry that was made the other day.

"Let's make some roast pork with sauce."

Although it is not authentic roast pork with sauce, and there is no proper sauce, Ian also made some bean paste jam using local ingredients in Port Harrison.

He took out a few large pieces of venison jerky and salted poultry, and when he was about to boil water for subsequent processing, he was stunned for a moment.

"There's no need for so much." The young man muttered to himself, staring at the jerky in front of him, without saying a word for a long time.

And just when Ian was about to put a few pieces of jerky back in.

Perhaps it was because he stared at the chopping board and jerky for too long.

After a slight, as if a slight 'humming' sounded in his brain, a dense mass suddenly appeared in front of Ian's eyes. Obviously it was not a common language, not an inscription, not Chinese, nor any kind of language that Ian knew. Weird Symbol Fonts for Earth and Otherworld Languages.

But soon, these fonts began to distort, deform, and become more orderly and smooth-in less than half a second, it became a sentence mixed with the common language of Terra and the script of the earth, and more than half a second. In seconds, it completely became the common language of Terra, and the conversion arrow on the side even marked the 'Chinese translation'.

God special Chinese translation!

In shock, he complained in his heart, and the dense silver-gray fonts in front of Ian's eyes were connected in a string.

【One-horned venison (swamp)】

[Non-level, air-drying, ordinary, edible]

[Deer inhabiting the southern coastal swamp forest area and the mangrove forest area at the junction of fresh and brackish water feed on the roots and leaves of grass and bushes and the tender shoots of shrubs. The single horn is not strong, but it can sensitively sense the vibration of the surrounding sound waves... fleshy Fresh, non-toxic]

[Air-drying will waste the fat of venison and cause bacteria to proliferate. It is recommended to cook and eat immediately after cutting the live body, or use salted and smoked treatment]

[Contained source quality: 0.0023 base unit]

【…】

There are many more, such as meat weight, shape, 3D modeling, heat content, and all kinds of detailed or brief information.

All the sentences are arranged in the pattern he is most accustomed to, and even the font in which the characters appear is the font he feels most suitable for reading.

Ian's hand with the knife stopped in place.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly... But even so, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, so that his thoughts were a little confused.

But with the will to survive the grind of life and death, Ian calmed down within a minute.

"If this is its true effect..." The young man muttered to himself: "It seems that its value is really inestimable."

Without hesitation, Ian turned his head, staring at the salted poultry on the other side.

Perhaps it was driven by a strong 'will', this time, within a few seconds, a series of information poured out of my mind and appeared in front of my eyes.

【Wetland gull pigeon (mangrove species)】

【Non-energy level·Salt treatment·Ordinary·Edible】

[Birds migrating in the northwest tundra forest and the southern coast, feeding on small coastal fish, mollusks, some crustaceans and insects, the feathers are waterproof...the flesh is soft and non-toxic]

[The treatment method is safe and appropriate, and it is still recommended to cook and eat immediately after slaughtering to ensure the taste of food]

[Contained source quality: 0.0005 base unit]

【…】

Put down the knife.

Ian closed his eyes.

And when he opened his eyes again, he turned his head and looked at the window on the other side.

In the reflection of the glass, there is a familiar and unfamiliar silver brilliance flowing in the boy's eyes.

"teacher……"

Whispering softly, Ian's mind recalled scenes from the past...

In Hilliard's eyes, such scenes of silver halo also circulated.

"That's it." He whispered to himself.

At this moment, Ian knew.

Many things have changed completely since this moment.