Translator:
Henyee Translations
Editor:
Henyee Translations
Jon said he left some gift for Angor.
Angor did not think much about it, but when he opened the folder and saw the masses of documents in there, he finally understood how valuable they were.
Jon had transferred all files saved in his brain chip into this folder.
Astronomy, geography, literature, and novels… There are even some cultures and music sheets.
Angor never knew why his teacher could know everything throughout history. Jon could cultivate plants, build houses, cook, and explain the knowledge of every subject. Now Angor understood. This was totally possible using the technology from Earth.
Every newly born child on the Earth would receive a parasitic chip. This chip could be considered a computer without a network. It automatically saved various data and connected the data to the hippocampus on the brain so the data was never forgotten. This must be why Jon kept everything he knew even after crossing into another world.
The chip on the brain could not be physically transferred or else Jon might have given Angor the chip instead. It was bound to one’s brain and would never be lost. Having the chip meant someone had the ability of instant photographic memory.
Angor still had the holographic tablet though. It might take more time to memorize the knowledge since it could not be connected to the brain. However, as long as he was persistent, Angor would become well-learned sooner or later.
With that in mind, Angor carefully put the tablet away, close to his body. To him, the device possessed more value than anything in the world.
With the holographic tablet, Angor’s life changed greatly.
He spent almost all his days on the tablet, and would only put it down when it needed to recharge using solar energy.
He did not start reading Jon’s data right away. Instead, he scanned his boxes of books bought from Moonwater City one by one and saved them into the tablet. As Jon said, knowledge was everything for a scholar. This was why Angor’s first task was to transfer his books into the device.
The scan process was not easy. The tablet had a camera for catching images, and the system could convert images into words. However, it could only do it for characters used on Earth, not the official language used in Goldspink Empire.
Besides, the system only supported languages from Earth, so Angor could only save all the pictures into a folder for now. He would translate them into Chinese copies when he had time.
After scanning all the books and assorting them, a week had already passed.
Now Angor had nothing else to do. The life on the sea was dull, and Alan and Aleen had been training their mana channeling without paying him many visits. Angor felt lonely.
To answer his curiosity, Angor began looking at the data saved in the tablet.
First, he read some famous works published by scientists on Earth. However, he soon realized that much data in the articles only applied in the universe where the Earth was, so he began reading less and only looking for the ideas behind them.
Angor’s reading gradually expanded. When he was free, he even looked at the entertainment section, listened to some music from Earth, and read folk novels that had nothing to do with literature.
After reading some novels, Angor understood what his teacher meant by saying
having a higher purpose than the other novel heroes
in his letter.
Some of the novels that always
kill heaven because heaven wants me dead
or
slay the god because the god is in my way
were really embarrassing to look at, but there were still some of the transmigration novels that interested Angor and helped him pass the time.
As he read more literature, Angor became more and more curious about the Earth. He really hoped he could go to the big cities some day and look at all the high-end science and technologies. What he did not know was that a sub-folder in the entertainment folder contained videos several thousands of terabytes large, and every drama filmed in the cities could tell him what the Earth looked like.
This was another story.
One day, Angor re-arranged the folders on the tablet and created two main categories:
The Earth
and
My World
. Then, he read a chapter of The Snows Of Kilimanjaro
, before he left his room to eat.
Before he could reach the dining hall, a sharp whistle noise sounded across the whole ship.
It came from multiple places, with each cycle consisting of three long blows and two short ones. Angor immediately realized that this was a red alert on The Redbud.
He quickly became serious about the situation and began walking back to his room. Mara told them that if the ship went into red alert, they had better stay in their own rooms.
On his way back, Angor saw most of the other talents discussing over the matter with their doors opened.
Some said a sea monster was attacking, some said about an incoming storm, and some mentioned a reef strike. Someone even said the Cloud Whale in the sky was about to attack The Redbud. They were all guesses, all bad ones. Everyone appeared to be worried and terrified.
Fear was something one would expect on the endless sea but only the unpredictable future would make the fear worse.
Angor was worried as well even though he knew this would not change anything. He did not have the power to change his own fate right now, so all he could do was to pray for peace.
Upon returning to his room, Angor quickly opened the air vent on the wall and looked towards outside using the small window.
To his disappointment, he could not see anything.
A thick mist had engulfed the ship for god knew how long. He could hardly see beyond ten meters.
The
unknown
could trigger a man’s boundless imagination. Angor was only a teenager. He might be a bit more mature and independent compared to the other kids, but that did not mean he could stay calm now.
He told himself that the alert was because of the great mist, and everything would be fine when the mist dissipated. However, he did not even believe himself. It was only the best excuse he could use to comfort himself when he could not do anything else.
The hour hand on the clock slowly moved.
It was nearly four in the afternoon, and the mist outside was still thick as before. The whistle indicating the end of the alert on The Redbud never came.
Everything seemed unchanged.
And soon enough, something happened.
