Chapter 1: Chip Salesperson

Fox

The old man said with a bitter smile

At this moment, in the study of the Lord Viscount, two individuals sit beside the desk, exchanging no words with each other

The viscount nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble"

"Hawkeye," "Starving Wolf," "Super Arc" ...! ... These luxurious chips are all embedded at the end of the Lansky gene chain. As long as he meets the requirements, he can activate these sub-chips through the main chip, Fox!

Only a father and son remain in the room

Amman asked in surprise: "Ascetic? My lord, why would you choose such a path for young Master Lance? With your connections in Flowing City, you could easily secure him a better position. Even if he cannot work alongside some bishops, being with those influential priests would still be quite good."

The old wizard sighed, reluctantly stroked Lance's head, and then left the viscount's study

Except for the light green main chip, which is in an activated state, all other sub-chips are in a gray, unactivated state

I never expected that even after crossing over, I still wouldn't have any luck. Lancelot scratched his head in frustration, and just at that moment, a clear female voice rang in his ear

Your three major health indicators are as follows

The viscount shook his head: "If he lacks sufficient talent, placing him in such a prominent position would only harm him. I can see that this child enjoys reading and values tranquility, to the point of being somewhat reclusive. His mother hopes for him to achieve great things, so I have given him opportunities. However, since he cannot seize them, I can only ensure that he lives a safe and peaceful life. The monastery of the church is the most suitable place; there is no struggle there, and no one will harm him. Even if life is a bit austere, I believe he can accept it."

If these chips can be activated, it would be equivalent to being half a superhero!

The three pieces of information in the book left Lance feeling extremely depressed

The old man sat there silently; he had been an old friend of the viscount and knew that his friend's current state represented a decision being made deep within his heart—a decision that left him in a dilemma

Amman nodded: "Young Master Lance previously lost consciousness due to overexerting his mental energy while attempting to forcibly inscribe magical runes. He should be nearly recovered now. However, to be on the safe side, I will wake him up."

Lance sat there anxiously, and after a period of contemplation, he had essentially confirmed the following facts

In the late night, a few lights flickered in the castle perched on the cliff by the sea, amidst the gentle drizzle. The small town below the cliff had long fallen asleep; for the common folk residing in this area, candles were a luxury reserved for the prominent figures living in the castle. By nightfall, they could only retire to bed early

The lord of the castle is a viscount from the Kingdom of Cavalry, in the prime of his life, and has two sons and three daughters

Accompanied by the sweet voice of the fox, a long string of light green data appeared before Lance's left eye. With the main chip centrally coordinating, he instantly gained a clear understanding of his own body.

Secondly, it seems that there exists something like witchcraft in this world

First, I have traversed through time.

Amman slightly perked up; at his advanced age, he had often felt a lack of energy in recent years. Although what he was about to release was merely a level 0 spell, "Dew of Tranquility," it still required him to deliberately concentrate his mind.

To speak frankly, the second young master has no talent for wizardry whatsoever. It must be said that this child is not one to shirk his responsibilities; during the past six months of studying magic with me, he has exerted nearly all his effort. I can see that this child is very earnest, but I am sorry to say that one cannot become a wizard simply by being earnest.

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

Thirdly, the individual I have crossed over into seems to be a useless person, physically weak, with poor mental strength, unable to excel as either a warrior or a mage. My father appears to treat me well, and he is a viscount, but at present, he seems to be on the verge of giving up on me

Zero-level spells do not require any casting materials, a fact universally acknowledged in the wizarding community. Anman slightly assumed a chanting posture, producing a chant of approximately six syllables from his throat. Before long, a small halo opened above Lance's head, and a few drops of light green dew accurately fell onto Lance's lips

However, even so, the old man seemed unwilling to comply with the wishes of the Lord Viscount: "There is no chance at all. My Lord Viscount, you have seen it with your own eyes. This evening, young Master Lance spent a full hour and still could not draw that most basic rune, let alone imprint this rune into the brain domain."

He has been asleep for three hours; it is time to wake up. Once the decision was made, the tone of the viscount seemed to become much colder.

Even so, Lance was unable to learn even a single spell rune

He coughed heavily.

From a young age, he has been frail and sickly; at sixteen, he cannot even hold a sword. He is timid, while his sisters can ride horses and hunt, he can only hide in the study reading books. After studying magic with you for half a year, he still has not mastered even the most basic runes. I truly feel helpless with such a son. The viscount muttered to himself: "Mei, I have fulfilled the promise I made to you. I have given him every opportunity, but unfortunately, he has been unable to seize any of them... With such a disposition, even if I force him to stay in the castle, he will surely live a life of gloom." I truly feel helpless with such a son. The viscount muttered to himself: "Mei, I have fulfilled the promise I made to you. I have given him every opportunity, but unfortunately, he has been unable to seize any of them... With such a disposition, even if I force him to stay in the castle, he will surely live a life of gloom."

Seeing the rows of unactivated sub-chips, Lance's mood began to stir with excitement

At this moment, Lance knew he could no longer pretend to be asleep. Although he had only just woken up, he had clearly heard the conversation between the two of them.

Lance was taken aback and quickly sat up straight, saying: "Father, you speak, I am listening."

All of this is incredibly exhilarating for Lance to think about

... ...

No one knew that Lance completely ignored him; at this moment, all his thoughts were focused on the biological chip within his body

The cold wind blew in from the sea, bringing with it a hint of chill through the slightly ajar cracks. The few candles on the desk flickered gently.

After a long while, the man sitting in the leather armchair asked, "Is it really true that there is no chance left?"

The silent lord viscount was completely unaware that his precious son had exhausted his mental energy while attempting to write magical characters, and his soul had actually already dispersed. At this very moment, the being sitting before him was, in fact, a soul from another world.

His voice was calm and steady, and his expression revealed neither joy nor sorrow. However, the old man sitting opposite him clearly knew that the man before him was the master of the castle, and at this moment, his mood must surely be very somber

This requires talent

That day, he hurried to meet a client, carrying a complete set of company-produced chips (including the main chip and various sub-chips), recklessly crossing the road. As a result, he accidentally got hit by a high-speed maglev vehicle. When he woke up, his body, or rather his soul, had already crossed over to another world

These super chips, which he had no chance to use on Earth, were unexpectedly installed all at once on himself, allowing him to traverse through time and space with them

Why is it that others seem so impressive when they traverse through time, yet it feels so desolate when it comes to my own experience? Previously, in a daze, I overheard my father and teacher discussing plans to send me to some kind of austere monastery run by the church, which sounds quite pitiful.

The "fox" is currently conducting an initial scan of your body, please wait a moment

Before the time travel, Lance was a chip salesman—in the 22nd century, various types of gene chips had already become essential to people's lives. As an employee of Zhongxin Technology Company, Lance's job was to market the various gene chips produced by his company to clients. Naturally, the chips produced by Zhongxin Technology Company were high-end, and Lance himself had no opportunity to use these cutting-edge chips.

The viscount, who had long been ignored by Lance, could no longer contain himself; his eyes were sharp as an eagle, fixed intently on the distracted Lance, seemingly on the verge of an outburst.

The three major indicators for an average person fall within the range of 0.7 to 0.9. It is recommended that you improve your physical fitness to this range before unlocking other sub-chips

Chip? Which chip? Could it be...

[Constitution 0.3, Strength 0.5, Agility 0.3]

The initial scan is complete. The fox warmly reminds you: your body is significantly weaker than that of an average person. Therefore, aside from the main chip, the other installed sub-chips are temporarily unusable. Please do not attempt to forcibly unlock the sub-chips, as your body cannot withstand the side effects they may cause

Lance sat there in stunned silence, his mind momentarily unable to process the situation

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

Lance! Are you even listening to me!

The viscount remained silent, and Lancelot did not dare to utter a word either; however, his mind was frantically sorting through the information. The memories of the original owner spanning sixteen years were still quite vast and complex for him, and he could only sift through to find what was useful.

Anman remained silent, merely letting out a slight sigh. In fact, his views were completely in agreement with those of the viscount. Over the past six months, he had tried every method to teach young Master Lance magic. Although Anman was only a second-level wizard with limited magical power, he still held a superior status in the secular world, especially in remote places like the viscount's territory. The price the viscount was willing to pay for Anman to teach Lance was far greater than that for the education of his other children

I can't be dreaming, can I? Lance's heart was beating faster and faster

The old wizard's gaze fell upon the boy lying in the rocking chair, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes

This chip has been successfully activated. Please name this chip

Welcome to use the next-generation main chip produced by Sino-New Technology Company, the gene sequence number has been registered

It seems that the only option is to send him to the church. A trace of reluctance and helplessness flashed across the viscount's face: I have heard that the days of the ascetic are... quite difficult, aren't they...

Is it the genetic chip from the world I was in before?" Lance suddenly recalled, his heart racing, instinctively responding in his mind:

Lance sat there like a wooden chicken, and in the eyes of the lord viscount, his son was simply beyond hope.

He took a deep breath and pretended to open his eyes in confusion

I understand, thank you, Amman. A trace of fatigue flashed across the viscount's face, but this fatigue quickly vanished, and he resumed his cold and shrewd demeanor

Lance took a moment to collect his thoughts. Although he had never used advanced chips, the operation methods of gene chips were always similar. He disregarded the overly complex data and then examined the chip within his body.