Late at night, when the castle hanging alone on the cliff by the sea, a few lights flashed in the drizzle. The town under the cliff had already slept. For the civilians living here, candles were a luxury that only the big people living in the castle could use. At night, they could only go to bed early.

The owner of the castle is a viscount from the Kingdom of Cavalry. He is in his prime and has two sons and three daughters.

At this moment, in Lord Viscount's study, two people were sitting at the desk, looking at each other speechlessly.

The cold wind blew from the sea, and a little coolness came from the thin cracks that were not tightly closed. Several candles on the desk shook slightly.

After a long time, the man sitting on the animal hide chair asked, "Really, are there no chance?"

His voice was calm and steady, and he could not tell whether it was joy or sorrow from his face. However, the old man sitting opposite the man clearly knew that the man in front of him was the owner of the castle, and his mood must be very low at this time.

However, even so, the old man seemed unwilling to follow the Viscount's words: "There is no chance. Viscount, you have seen it with your own eyes. Tonight, Master Lance spent an hour unable to draw the primary rune, let alone imprinting the rune into his brain."

"I am so frank, the second young master does not have the slightest talent of a wizard. Speaking of which, this child is not a lazy person. In the past six months of learning spells from me, he has almost exhausted his strength... I can see that this child is very serious, but, sorry, the wizard cannot be a serious person."

“It takes talent.”

The old man said with a wry smile.

"I understand, thank you, Amman." A trace of fatigue flashed across Viscount's face, but this fatigue soon disappeared, and he regained his cold and shrewd expression.

"I have been weak and sick since I was sixteen years old. I can't even hold the sword. I'm timid, and his sisters can ride horses and hunt, but he can only hide in the study and read books. I have learned magic from you for half a year, but I haven't even mastered the most basic runes. I really have no choice but to have such a son." Viscount said to himself: "Mei, I have done what I promised you. I gave him all the chances, but unfortunately he can't catch him... Even if I keep him in the castle, he will definitely be depressed for a lifetime."

The old man sat there silently. He and Viscount were old friends. Knowing that his old friend's condition at this time meant that he was making a decision deep in his heart - a decision that made him dilemma.

"It seems that I can only send him to church." A hint of unbearance and helplessness flashed across the Viscount's face: "I heard that life for the monks is very difficult..."

Amman asked in surprise: "Ashen monk? Why do you choose such a way out for Master Lance? With your connections in Benliu City, you can definitely find a better position for him. Even if you can't work with some bishops, it's good to follow those real-powered pastors."

Viscount shook his head: "If he doesn't have enough talent, putting him in such a dazzling place will harm him. My child can see that he likes to study, to be quiet, and even a little withdrawn. His mother hopes that he will make a name for himself, so I give him a chance. But since he can't grasp it, I can only guarantee that he will live a peaceful life. The monk camp in the church is the most suitable place, there is no struggle, and no one will hurt him. Even if his life is more difficult, he must be able to accept it."

Amman remained silent and sighed slightly. In fact, his views were exactly the same as Viscount. In the past six months, he had tried all methods to teach Master Lance's spells. Although Amman himself was just a second-level wizard with low magic power, he still had a transcendent status in the secular world, especially in remote small places like Viscount's Corner. The Viscount wanted him to teach Lance, the price he paid was much more than the education of other children.

Even so, Lance failed to learn even a spell rune.

"Poor child..." The old wizard's eyes fell on the boy lying on the rocking chair, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"He has been sleeping for three hours, and it's time to wake up." Once the decision was made, the Viscount's tone seemed to have become much colder.

Amman nodded: "Mr. Lance had overdrawn his mental power because he tried to forcefully write magic runes, so he fell into a coma. Now he should be almost recovering. But to be safe, I'll wake him up."

Viscount nodded: "I'm working."

Amman raised his spirits a little. He was already old and always felt that he was not energetic in recent years. Although all he wanted to release at this time was a level zero spell [Qingning Dew], he still had to concentrate deliberately for him.

The zero-level spell does not require spell casting materials, which is a recognized fact in the wizarding world. Amman made a singing position and made about a set of six-byte chanting sounds in his throat. Soon, a small aperture opened above Lance's head, and a few drops of light green dew dripped accurately on Lance's lips.

At this time, Lance knew that he could not pretend to be asleep anymore. Although he had not been awake for a long time, he could hear the conversation between the two of them clearly.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes in disguise.

"Teacher...father..." Relying on the memory of the original owner, Lance said weakly.

The old wizard sighed, touched Lance's head reluctantly, and then left the Viscount's study.

There was only a father and son left in the room.

The Viscount didn't say a word, and Lance didn't dare to say anything, but his head was crazily sorting out information. The original owner's sixteen years of memory was still quite huge and complicated for him, so he could only choose useful ones to view.

The silent Viscount did not notice at all that his precious son overdrawed his mental power while trying to write magical words, and his soul had actually dissipated. At this moment, what was sitting in front of him was actually the soul from another world.

Lance sat there nervously. After a period of thinking, he basically determined the following facts:

First, I traveled through time by myself.

Second, it seems that there is something like witchcraft in this world.

Third, his time travel object seemed to be a waste, weak in body and poor in mental power, neither a warrior nor a mage could compete with him. His father looked good to him and was also a viscount, but at the moment he seemed to be giving up on himself.

...

The above three information made Lance feel extremely depressed.

Why do people travel through time and become so desolate when they are on their own? I heard my father and teacher discussing with me in a daze before, and it seemed like I was going to send myself to a monk camp in the church. It sounded very pitiful.

"I didn't expect that I could not get lucky even after traveling through time." Lance scratched his head with some depression. Who knew that at this moment, a crisp female voice rang in his ears:

"Welcome to use the new generation of main chips produced by Zhongxin Technology Company, and the gene serial number has been registered."

"This chip has been successfully activated. Please name this chip."

Lance sat there in a daze, his mind not turning around for a while.

Chip? What chip? Could it be...

"Is it the gene chip of the world I had before traveling through time?" Lance suddenly recalled, his heart pounding, and subconsciously responded in his heart:

"【fox】."

The sweet female voice said: "The main chip is named successfully, [Fox] is very happy to serve you."

"【Fox】is performing the first scan of your body, please wait."

Lance sat there as if he was stunned. In the eyes of Lord Viscount, his son was completely helpless.

So he coughed heavily.

Who knew that Lance ignored him at all, and at this time his mind was all focused on the biochip in his body.

Before traveling through time, Lance was a chip salesman. In the 22nd century, various genetic chips had long become necessities in people's lives. As an employee of China New Technology Company, Lance's job was to sell various genetic chips produced by his company to customers. The chips produced by China New Technology Company naturally took the high-end route, and Lance himself had no chance to use these chips that were at the forefront of fashion.

That day he rushed to meet a customer and rushed to the road with a complete set of chips produced by the company (including main chips and other sub-chips), but was accidentally hit by a high-speed magnetic levitation vehicle. When he woke up, the person or soul had already run to another world.

"I can't be dreaming." Lance's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

"After the first scan, the fox reminds you: Your body is far weaker than ordinary people, so except for the main chip, the other installed sub-chips are temporarily unavailable. Please do not forcefully unlock the sub-chips, because your body cannot withstand the side effects of these sub-chips."

“The three major indicators of your body are as follows:”

"【Physical constitution 0.3 Strength 0.5 Sensitivity 0.3】"

"The three major indicators of ordinary people are all within the range of 0.7-0.9. It is recommended that you improve your physical fitness to this range and unlock other sub-chips."

Accompanied by the sweet voice of the fox, a large string of light green data appeared in front of Lance's left eye. With the main chip centering dispatch, he instantly understood his body clearly.

Lance calmed down. Although he had never used advanced chips, the operation method of gene chips was always similar. He ignored all the overly complex data and then looked at the chips in his body.

Except for the light green main chip that belongs to the activated state, the other sub chips are gray inactive.

Seeing the rows of unactivated sub-chips, Lance began to feel excited!

These super chips that he had no chance to use on earth were actually installed on himself and traveled with him!

If these chips can be activated, you will be half a Superman!

[Hawkeye], [Hungry Wolf], [Super Arc]... These luxury chips are all placed at the end of the Lance gene chain. As long as he meets the requirements, the main chip can be driven to start these sub-chips!

All of this is so exciting for Lance!

"Lance! Are you listening to me?"

Lord Viscount, who had been ignored by Lance, finally couldn't help it. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at Lance who was distracted, and it seemed that he was going to go wild at any time.
Chapter completed!