After turning on the precognitive vision, Ian could only see layers of rainbow light for a while.
As if he were the sun, the surging iridescent mist was billowing throughout the room, and there were even clearly visible jets of iridescent light shooting out from his fingertips.
However, this rainbow light was gradually fading at a speed visible to the naked eye. The overflowing rainbow light was converging into his body during rotation and folding, and then merged with every nerve in his body.
After just a dozen breaths, the rainbow light no longer remained, and Ian could not see the mist on his body as before.
"It seems that it has been completely integrated with the holder... No wonder when I looked at the teacher in the past, there was no rainbow light emitting from the teacher."
Ian pondered, his heart was indeed filled with sadness.
But in this world, sadness can't do anything good.
He must figure out the mutation that occurred in his body as soon as possible and what the function of that silver chip is.
"Well, the silver chip will not affect the predictive vision. The fog is normal, but it also has enhanced ultraviolet and infrared spectrum viewing angles."
With a water-colored halo flowing in his eyes, Ian closed his precognitive vision and thought to himself: "My hearing and sense of smell seem to have been slightly strengthened... but not significantly. It should be because my nerve damage has not healed yet.
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"It should have strengthened my perception in all aspects, 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 it.
Perception enhancement is indeed a good effect, but it doesn't deserve its name.
Hilliard did not explain the efficacy and usage of the silver chip to him. There are two possibilities. One is that he does not know the specific usage of Inaga's legacy, and the other is that this thing is self-explanatory and absolutely fool-proof to use.
Now, the third possibility is that the silver chip works automatically but has no explanation.
In other words, fully automatic, but no manual.
The specific usage method needs to be discovered by the user himself.
"If the pre-epoch civilization had this level of technology, what would it have to worry about even if it was hit by a meteorite? Something doesn't feel right. Is this silver chip really the technology of the pre-epoch civilization?"
Ian's heart is full of doubts, although he still doesn't understand what the silver chip is, and even the chip is named simply based on its appearance.
But apart from anything else, this thing's function of checking his physical condition, integrating with nerve connections, and performing real-time strengthening and transformation surpassed that of the Earth in his previous life.
In fact, it can be said that it goes far beyond that. After all, it can even inspect the source material and sublimated organs... This may be a sublimation technique involving otherworldly technologies such as source material and alchemy!
If Terra had this level of sublimation technology in the previous era, Ian thought that the other party would be at least two industrial revolutions ahead of the Earth.
What the hell is the Skyfall Disaster? How did it wipe out the civilization of the previous era?
Shaking his head, Ian didn't think about these issues for the time being. With the information he had now, thinking was just a waste of time.
Inaga II must have discovered how to use the silver chip, but he didn't have time to teach it to Hilliard.
The teacher probably also used it to suppress the Ice Hell Tribulation Ashes, so he didn't have many skills.
After drinking some more water, the boy felt hungry.
He has not eaten for almost a whole day. Although he has the support of the source of essence conveyed in the core of the ancient dragon, Ian does not want to waste the legacy given to him by the teacher... Compared with Inaga's legacy, Hilliard's legacy
It can be said to be simple and easy to understand, and it couldn't be more direct.
Even now, Ian can sense that in a cavity behind his heart, the golden metallic fluid is slowly vibrating in accordance with the ups and downs of his heart, seeping out a faint mist and seeping into his limbs.
"It's time to eat something." He stood up and headed to the kitchen.
There is not much food reserve in the kitchen. When there is enough food and money, it is naturally best to eat fresh food.
But there is still some dried meat, as well as the salted poultry made a few days ago.
"Let's make some sauce-roasted pork."
Although it is not an authentic sauce-roasted pork, and there is no appropriate sauce, Ian also made some bean paste jam using local materials from Harrison Port, and there is no shortage of cooked meat oil, at least the taste is not too bad.
He took out a few large pieces of dried venison and salted poultry, and was about to boil water for subsequent processing, when he suddenly froze.
"There's no need for so much." The young man murmured to himself. He stared at the dried meat in front of him and said nothing for a long time.
And just when Ian was about to put some pieces of dried meat back.
Perhaps it was because he stared at the chopping board and dried meat in front of him for too long.
After a slight 'buzzing' that seemed to sound in his head, a dense mass suddenly appeared in front of Ian's eyes. It was obviously not common language, not inscriptions, not Chinese, and not anything that Ian knew.
A weird symbol font for terrestrial and otherworldly languages.
But soon, these fonts began to twist and deform, becoming more orderly and smooth. In less than half a second, it turned into a sentence that was a mixture of Terra Common and Earth characters, and after another half a second,
It has completely become the common language of Terra, and the conversion arrow on the side is even marked with 'Chinese Translation'.
What a Chinese translation!
Shocked, Ian complained in his heart, and the dense silver-gray fonts in front of Ian's eyes formed a series.
One-horned venison (swamp species)
Incompetent, air-dried, normal, edible
Deer that inhabit the southern coastal swamp forest area and the mangrove area at the junction of fresh and salt water feed on the roots and leaves of grass and shrub buds. The horn is not strong, but it can keenly sense the surrounding sound wave vibrations...the meat is fresh and tender.
, non-toxic
The air-drying process will waste the fat of the venison and allow bacterial growth. It is recommended to cook and eat it immediately after cutting it alive, or to use salting and smoking.
Contains source material: 0.0023 base unit
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There is a lot more behind, such as the weight, shape, 3D modeling of the meat, the calories contained, and all kinds of detailed or simple information.
All sentences are arranged in the pattern he is most accustomed to, and even the font in which the characters appear is the font he feels is most suitable for reading.
Ian's hand holding the knife stopped in place.
He took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it... But even so, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, making his thoughts a little confused.
But with the willpower to survive the ordeal of life and death, Ian still calmed down within a minute.
"If this is its true effect..." The young man murmured to himself: "Then it seems that its value is truly inestimable."
Without hesitation, Ian turned his head and stared at the salted poultry on the other side.
Perhaps driven by a strong 'will', within a few seconds this time, a series of information poured out of my mind and appeared in front of my eyes.
Wetland gull and pigeon (mangrove species)
Incompetent, salted, normal, edible
Birds that migrate between the tundra forests of the northwest and the coast of the south feed on small coastal fish, molluscs, some crustaceans and insects. Their feathers are waterproof...the flesh is soft and non-toxic.
The processing method is safe and appropriate. It is still recommended to cook and eat it immediately after slaughtering to ensure the taste.
Contains source material: 0.0005 base unit
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Put down the knife.
Ian closed his eyes.
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, there was a familiar yet unfamiliar silver brilliance flowing in the young man's eyes.
"teacher……"
Muttering softly, Ian recalled scenes from the past in his mind...
Hilliard's eyes were also filled with scenes of silver halo.
"That's it." He whispered to himself.
At this moment, Ian knew.
Many things have completely changed from this moment on.