High Above

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

As if he was the sun, the surging iridescent mist was churning endlessly throughout the room, and there was even a clearly visible jet of iridescent light shooting from his fingertips.

However, this iridescent light is gradually fading—at a speed visible to the naked eye, the overflowing iridescent light converges into his body while rotating and folding, and then fuses with his body and every nerve.

After just a dozen breaths, there was no trace of the rainbow light left, and Ian was the same as before, unable to see the fog on his body.

"It seems that it is completely fused with the holder... No wonder when I watched the teacher in the past, the teacher didn't emit rainbow light."

Ian pondered, his heart was indeed filled with sadness.

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

He must figure out the mutation that appeared on his body as soon as possible, and what the function of that silver chip is.

"Well, the silver chip won't affect the vision horizon. The fog is normal, but it also has an enhanced ultraviolet and infrared spectrum perspective."

With water-colored halos in his eyes, Ian closed his vision of vision and pondered in his heart: "My hearing and sense of smell seem to have been strengthened a little...but it's not significant. It should be because my nerve damage hasn't healed yet. "

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

"And, besides that, what effect does it have?"

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

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

Hilliard didn't explain the efficacy and usage of the silver chip to him. There are two possibilities. One is that he doesn't know the specific usage of Inaiga's legacy, and the other is that this thing is self-evident and an absolute fool's use.

And now, a third possibility arises—the silver chip is automatic, but has no legacy of explanation.

In other words, fully automatic, but without instructions.

The specific usage method needs to be discovered by the user himself.

"If the pre-epoch civilization has this level of technology, what are you afraid of even if it is dropped by a meteorite? It doesn't feel right. Is this silver chip really the technology of the pre-epoch civilization?"

Ian was full of doubts in his heart, although he still didn't figure out what the silver chip was, and even the name of the chip was purely based on its appearance.

But among other things, this thing just checked his physical condition before, connected and chimerized with the nerves, and carried out real-time strengthening and transformation functions, which also surpassed the earth in his previous life.

Even, it can be said to be far beyond, after all, it can even check the source quality and sublimation organs... This may be a kind of sublimation technique involving source quality and alchemy, which is a different world technology!

If there was such a level of sublimation technology in the previous era of the Terra continent, Ian thought that the other party was at least two industrial revolutions ahead of the earth.

What the hell was the disaster that fell that day? How did it destroy the pre-epoch civilization?

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

Inaika II must have discovered how to use the silver chip back then, but he didn't have time to teach it to Hilliard.

And the teacher probably also used it to suppress the ashes of the ice prison, so he didn't have 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 source of energy from the ancient dragon's core, Ian doesn't want to waste the inheritance bestowed on him by the teacher...Compared to Inaiga's legacy, Hilliard's legacy It can be said to be simple and easy to understand, and the direct one cannot be more direct.

Even now, Ian can sense that in a cavity behind his heart, the golden metal fluid is slowly vibrating in accordance with the ups and downs of the heart, seeping out a light mist, and seeping into his limbs and bones.

"It's time to eat something." He stood up and went to the kitchen.

There is not much food in the kitchen, so when there is enough food and money, it is naturally best to eat fresh.

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

"Let's make some roast pork."

Although it is not authentic braised pork, and there is no proper sauce, Ian also made some bean paste and jam using local materials in Port Harrison. The boiled meat is not lacking in oil, at least the taste will not be too bad.

He took out a few large pieces of dried venison and salted poultry, and when he was about to boil water for further processing, he suddenly froze for a moment.

"You don't need so much anymore." 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 some pieces of jerky back.

Perhaps, it was because he stared at the chopping board and jerky in front of him for too long.

After a slight 'buzzing' that seemed to ring in his head, a dense mass of words suddenly appeared in front of Ian's eyes, which was obviously not a common language, not an inscription, nor Chinese, nor was it any language that Ian knew. A font of weird symbols for Earth and otherworldly languages.

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

God damn Chinese translation!

Shocked, 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 species)】

[Incompetent grade · air-dried processing · normal · edible]

[The deer that live in the southern coastal swamp forest area and the mangrove area at the junction of fresh and salty water feed on the roots, leaves, and shoots of shrubs. The horns are not strong, but they can sensitively sense the surrounding sound waves... The fleshy quality Fresh, non-toxic]

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

[Containing source quality: 0.0023 benchmark unit]

【…】

There are many more behind, such as the weight, shape, 3D modeling, calorie content of meat, and various detailed or simple information.

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

Ian's hand holding the knife froze in place.

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

But relying on the will to survive the life-and-death grind, Ian still calmed down within a minute.

"If this is its real effect..." The young man murmured to himself, "Then it seems that its value is really inestimable."

Without hesitation, Ian turned his head and stared 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)】

[Incompetent grade · Salted processing · Ordinary · Edible】

[Birds that migrate in the northwest tundra forest and the southern coast. They feed on small coastal fish, molluscs, some crustaceans and insects. Their feathers are waterproof...the meat is soft and non-toxic]

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

[Containing source quality: 0.0005 benchmark 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, a familiar yet unfamiliar silver brilliance circulated in the boy's pupils.

"teacher……"

Mumbling softly, Ian recalled the past scenes in his mind...

In Hilliard's eyes, there was also such a scene of silver halo.

"I see." He whispered to himself.

At this moment, Ian knew.

Many things have completely changed from this moment on.