Above The Sky
Chapter 143 - 143 132 Built-in Database 23

143: Chapter 132 Built-in Database (2/3) 143: Chapter 132 Built-in Database (2/3) After activating Foresight View, all Ian could see was layers upon layers of rainbow light.

It was as if he himself was the sun, with surging rainbow mists churning ceaselessly throughout the room, even shooting out in visible streams of rainbow light from his fingertips.

However, the rainbow light was gradually fading—visible to the naked eye, the overflowing Rainbow Brilliance was converging into his body with every rotation and fold, fusing with his body, with every nerve.

In just a dozen breaths, no trace of the rainbow light remained, and Ian, as before, could no longer see the mist on his body.

“It seems to have fully integrated with the holder…

No wonder when I looked at the teacher in the past, there was no rainbow light radiating from him.”

Ian was reflecting, indeed filled with sorrow in his heart.

But in this world, sorrow does nothing to accomplish any task.

He must quickly understand the peculiar changes happening to his body, and what the Silver Chip was actually for.

“Hmm, the Silver Chip doesn’t seem to affect the Foresight View; the mist is all normal, just augmented with enhanced ultraviolet and infrared spectrum vision,” he mused.

With water-colored halos swirling in his eyes, Ian closed Foresight View, mulling over in his mind, “My hearing and sense of smell seem to have strengthened a little…

but not significantly.

It’s probably because my nerves haven’t fully healed.”

“It should be a comprehensive enhancement of my senses, but what’s the principle behind it?”

“And besides, what other effects does it have?”

The teacher had said that it was a legacy capable of changing the world, one that all the monarchs wanted to get their hands on.

Sensory enhancement is indeed a good effect, but hardly befitting its renown.

Hiliard did not explain the function and usage of the Silver Chip to him, which suggests two possibilities: one is that he’s also unclear about the specific uses of Inaga’s Legacy, and the other is that it is something so intuitive that it operates in foolproof manner.

And now, a third possibility has emerged—the Silver Chip activates automatically, but is a legacy without explanations.

In other words, fully automatic, but without a manual.

The specific method of use, one must delve into on their own.

“If the civilization of the previous era had technology of this caliber, why would they care about meteorites striking?

Something doesn’t add up, is the Silver Chip really the technology of the previous era’s civilization?”

Ian was full of doubts, although he had not yet figured out what the Silver Chip actually was, and even the term ‘chip’ was named purely based on its appearance.

But without saying anything else, just the fact that it could check his physical condition, connect with his nerves, and perform real-time enhancement and remodeling surpassed the Earth of his previous life.

In fact, one could say it far exceeded it because it could even examine Primordial Essence and Sublimation Organs…

This might be a kind of Sublimation Skill involving Primordial Essence and Alchemy, the Otherworld science!

If the previous era of the Terra Continent had such a level of sublimation technology, Ian figured that they were at least two industrial revolutions ahead of Earth.

Then what the heck was the Calamity of Heavenly Fall?

How did it destroy the previous era’s civilization?

Shaking his head, Ian set these questions aside for now—as with the information he currently possessed, pondering was just a waste of time.

Inega II must have already figured out how to use the Silver Chip, but he had no time to impart it to Hiliard.

And the teacher probably used it to suppress the Ice Prison Calamity Ash, hence not having many techniques either.

After drinking some more water, the young man felt hunger.

He had almost gone a whole day without eating, and although the Ancient Dragon Heart Core provided him with Primordial Essence, Ian did not want to waste the legacy his teacher had given him…

Compared to Inaga’s Legacy, Hiliard’s bequest could be said to be simple and straightforward, as direct as it gets.

Even now, Ian could sense that behind his heart, in a cavity, a golden metallic fluid was gently pulsating in sync with the heartbeat, emitting a faint mist that seeped into his limbs.

“It’s time to eat something,” he said, standing up and heading to the kitchen.

The kitchen had very few reserves, as when there was enough food and money, it was natural to eat fresh.

But there were still some jerked meat and salt-cured poultry from a few days ago.

“I’ll make some braised meat with sauce,” he decided.

Although it wasn’t authentic braised meat and he didn’t have the proper sauces, Ian had made some bean and fruit sauces with local ingredients from Harrison Port, and there was no shortage of rendered meat fat, so the taste wouldn’t be too bad.

He took out several large pieces of jerked deer meat and salt-cured poultry, and as he was preparing to boil water for further processing, he suddenly paused.

“There’s no need for so much anymore,” the young man muttered to himself, staring at the dried meat before him, speechless for a long while.

And just as Ian was about to put a few pieces of dried meat back,

perhaps it was because he had stared at the chopping board and the dried meat for too long.

After a faint humming sound, as if resonating within his mind, a cluster of dense and intricate symbols suddenly appeared before Ian’s eyes—clearly not the common tongue of the Terra Continent, not inscriptions, not Chinese, nor any other language from Earth or the Otherworld that Ian knew.

But quickly, these symbols started to warp, to transform, become more orderly and legible—within less than half a second, they turned into sentences mixed with the common tongue of Terra and the Earth’s script, and after another half second, they completely converted into the common tongue of Terra, with the adjacent conversion arrow even marked with ‘Chinese Translation’.

God damn it, Chinese Translation!

Shocked, Ian muttered to himself as the dense silver-gray letters lined up before him.

[Unicorn Deer Meat (Marsh Species)]

[Incapable Level·Air-dried·Ordinary·Edible]

[Inhabits the southern coastal marshlands and the mangrove areas at the brackish water interface, consumes grasses, roots, leaves, and the tender shoots of bushes; the horn is not sturdy but can sensitively detect surrounding sound waves…

The meat is tender, non-toxic]

[Air-drying wastes the fat of the deer meat and encourages bacterial growth; it is recommended to cook immediately after slaughtering the animal or to use salt for curing and smoking]

[Contained Origin Quality: 0.0023 standard units]

[…]

There was much more below, such as the weight of the meat, its shape, 3D modeling, contained calories, and various other information, both detailed and concise.

All the sentences were arranged in the mode he was most accustomed to, even the font of the emerging characters was the one he found most suitable for reading.

Ian’s hand holding the knife paused.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled…

but even so, his heartbeat suddenly quickened, causing his thoughts to become somewhat jumbled.

Yet, with the willpower honed from recent life-and-death experiences, Ian managed to calm down within a minute.

“If this is its true effect…” the young man murmured to himself, “then it seems its value is truly immeasurable.”

Without hesitation, Ian turned his head; he gazed at the salt-cured poultry on the other side.

Perhaps it was a strong ‘desire’ that drove him, not seconds passed, and a stream of information surged from his mind, appearing before his eyes.

[Wetland Pigeon (Mangrove Species)]

[Incapable Level·Salt-cured·Ordinary·Edible]

[Migratory bird found in the Northwest Tundra forests and southern coastal areas, feeds on small coastal fish, mollusks, certain crustaceans, and insects, feathers are waterproof…

The meat is soft, non-toxic]

[Processing method is safe and proper; still recommended to cook immediately after slaughtering to ensure the best taste when consumed]

[Contained Origin Quality: 0.0005 standard units]

[…]

He put down the knife.

Ian closed his eyes.

And when he opened them again, he turned his head to look towards the window on the other side.

In the reflection of the glass, a familiar yet strange silver radiance flowed within the young man’s eyes.

“Teacher…”

He whispered softly, memories of the past flashing through Ian’s mind…

Scenes where Hiliard’s eyes also shimmered with such a silver glow.

“So that’s how it is.” he whispered to himself.

At this moment, Ian understood.

Many things had changed completely, starting from this very moment.