In the middle of the night, the castle hangs on a cliff by the sea, when a few lights flicker in the light drizzle. The town beneath the cliff has long since slept peacefully, and for the commoners who live here, candles are a luxury that only the big people who live in the castle can use, and at night, they have to go to bed early.

The owner of the castle was a viscount of the Hussar Kingdom, in the prime of life, with two sons and three daughters.

At this moment, in the Viscount's study, the two of them sat at the desk, looking at each other speechlessly.

The cold wind blew from the sea, and there was not a trace or two of coolness in the tight cracks, and the candles on the desk trembled slightly.

After a long time, the man sitting on the leather chair asked, "Really, there is no chance?"

His voice was calm and steady, and it was not clear from his face whether he was happy or worried, but the old man sitting opposite the man clearly knew that the man in front of him was also the owner of the castle, and his mood must be very low at this time.

However, even so, the old man did not seem to be willing to follow the Viscount's wishes: "There is no chance. Lord Viscount, you have seen it with your own eyes. Tonight, it took Master Lance a full hour to draw the rudimentary rune, let alone imprint it into his brain. ”

"With all due respect, Second Young Master, he doesn't have the slightest talent as a wizard. Speaking of which, this kid is not a lazy person, and in the six months that he has been studying spells with me, he has almost exhausted all his strength...... I could tell the kid was serious, but, sorry, wizards weren't serious enough to be. ”

"It takes talent. ”

The old man said with a wry smile.

"I see, thank you, Amman. A trace of tiredness flashed across the viscount's face, but it quickly vanished, and he regained his cold and shrewd look.

"Frail and sickly since childhood, he can't even hold a sword at the age of sixteen, he is so timid that his sisters can hunt on horseback, but he can only hide in his study and read, and he has been learning magic from you for half a year, but he has not even mastered the most basic runes. With such a son, I really have no choice. The viscount said to himself, "May, what I promised you, I have done. I gave him all the chances, but unfortunately he couldn't take them...... With such a he, even if I keep him in the castle, he will definitely be depressed for the rest of his life. ”

The old man sat there silently, he and the Viscount were old friends, and the state of his old friend at this time meant that deep down he was making a decision—a decision that was in a dilemma for him.

"It seems that he can only be sent to church. A trace of reluctance and helplessness flashed on the viscount's face: "I heard about the days of ascetics...... It's very sad......."

Amman was a little surprised and asked, "My lord, why did you choose such a way out for Young Master Lance? With your connections in Riverrun, you can find a better position for him." Even if you can't do things with some bishops, it's good to follow those powerful priests. ”

The viscount shook his head: "If he doesn't have enough talent, putting him in such a dazzling place will hurt him." As a child, I can see that he likes to read, likes to be quiet, and even a little withdrawn because of this. His mother wanted him to get ahead, so I gave him a chance. But since he can't grasp it, then I can only guarantee that he will live in peace for the rest of his life. The ascetic camp of the Church was the most suitable place, where there was no struggle and no one would harm him. Even if life is harder, he must be able to accept it. ”

Amman was silent, only a slight sigh. In fact, he was in complete agreement with the Viscount. In the past six months, he has tried all the methods to teach Young Master Lance spells, although Amman himself is only a second-level wizard with low mana, but he is still in a transcendent position in the secular world, especially in a remote place like the Viscount, and the Viscount wants him to teach Lance, and the price he pays is far more than the education of other children.

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

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

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

Amman nodded: "Young Master Lance was overdrawn by his mental power because he tried to forcibly write magic runes before, so he passed out in a coma, and now he should be almost recovered." But to be on the safe side, I'll wake him up. ”

The viscount nodded: "It's hard work." ”

Amman lifted his spirit slightly, he was a lot older, and he always felt low on energy in recent years, although what he wanted to release at this time was only a zero-level small spell [Qingning Dew], but for him, he still had to deliberately concentrate.

Level 0 spells do not require spellcasting materials, which is a well-established fact in the wizarding world. Amman made a slight chanting gesture, a set of about six bytes of chanting came out of his throat, and in a few moments, a small circle of light opened above Lance's head, and a few drops of pale green dew dripped accurately onto Lance's lips.

At this time, Lance knew that he could no longer pretend to be asleep, although he had not been awake for long, but he could hear the conversation between the two just now.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes in feigned confusion.

"Teacher...... Father ......" Relying on the memories of the original owner, Lance said weakly.

The old wizard sighed, touched Lance's head with some reluctance, and left the viscount's study.

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

The viscount didn't say a word, and Lance didn't dare to say a word, but his head was frantically sorting out the information. The memories of the original owner's sixteen years were still relatively large and complicated for him, and he could only pick the useful ones to view.

The silent Lord Viscount didn't even notice that the Viscount's precious son had overdrawn his mental power when he tried to write magical words, and his soul had actually drifted away. And sitting in front of him at this moment was actually a soul from another world.

Lance sat there nervously, and after a period of reflection, he basically determined the following facts:

First, I crossed by myself.

Second, there seems to be such a thing as witchcraft in this world.

Thirdly, the object of his crossing seems to be a waste, with a thin body and poor mental strength, which is incompetent for either a warrior or a mage. His father seemed to be nice to him, and he was a viscount, but now he seemed to be giving up on himself.

......

The above three pieces of information made Lance feel extremely depressed.

Why is it that people are so coaxed to cross over, and they are so desolate when they come to themselves? When I was in a daze, I heard my father and my teacher discussing it, as if he was going to send himself to some ascetic camp of the church, and it sounded very pitiful.

"I didn't expect to be able to transfer it even after crossing it. Lance scratched his head a little depressedly, but at this time, a crisp female voice sounded in his ears:

"Welcome to the new generation of main chip 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 dumbfounded, his mind not turning for a moment.

Chips? What chips? Is it ......?

"Could it be that I crossed the gene chip of the previous world?" Lance suddenly recalled, his heart pounding, and subconsciously responded in his heart:

"[Fox]. ”

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

"[Fox] is doing the first scan of your body, please wait. ”

Lance sat there dumbfounded, and in the eyes of Lord Viscount, his son was simply incorrigible.

So he coughed heavily.

Who knew that Lance didn't pay attention to him at all, and at this time his mind was all focused on the biochip in his body.

Before the crossing, Lance was a chip salesman – in the 22nd century, genetic chips of all kinds have long been a necessity of people's lives. As an employee of Zhongxin Technology Company, Lance's job is to sell various gene chips produced by his company to customers. The chips produced by Zhongxin Technology Company are naturally high-end, and these chips that are at the forefront of fashion Lance themselves have no chance to use them.

That day, he rushed to meet a customer and crossed the road with a full set of company-produced chips (including the main chip and other types of sub-chips), but was accidentally hit by a high-speed maglev flying car. By the time he woke up, the human or the soul had already fled to the other world.

"I guess I'm not dreaming. Lance's heart was beating faster and faster.

"After the initial scanning, Fox warmly reminds: your body is much weaker than ordinary people, so except for the main chip, the rest of the installed sub-chips cannot be used temporarily. Please do not force the sub-chips to be unlocked, as your body cannot afford the side effects of these sub-chips. ”

"The three major indicators of your body are as follows:"

"[Physique: 0.3, strength: 0.5, sensitivity, 0.3]"

"The three major indicators of ordinary people are all in the range of 0.7-0.9, and it is recommended that you improve your physical fitness to this range before unlocking other sub-chips. ”

With the fox's sweet voice, a large string of pale green data appeared in front of Lance's left eye. With the main chip centering scheduling, he has a clear understanding of his body in an instant.

Lance made his mind, although he had never used advanced chips, but the operation 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, which is active, the rest of the sub-chips are gray and inactive.

Seeing the rows and rows of inactivated sub-chips, Lance's mood began to get excited!

These super chips, which he didn't have the opportunity to use on the earth, were actually installed on his body at this time and crossed with him!

If you can activate these chips, you are equal to half a superman!

[Eagle Eye], [Hungry Wolf], [Arc of Electricity]...... These luxury chips are all placed at the end of the Lance gene chain, and as long as he meets the requirements, he can drive the main chip fox to activate these sub-chips!

All this is refreshing for Lance to think about!

"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 the distracted Lance, and it seemed that he had a tendency to run away at any time.

Lance was startled, and hurriedly sat upright and said, "Father, you say, I'll listen." ”