Wizard Earl

Chapter 2 Clues

Hearing the cold female voice in his mind, Zhang Tongming's pupils shrank to the size of pinholes.

"Damn it, how did my auxiliary chip come along too?"

"Could this be my cheat code? When other people transmigrate, they all have some kind of super powerful system to rely on, or a multiverse mall where they can be a reseller, or at the very least, an old man to help them. How come we only have one auxiliary chip?"

In the year 2050, the Fourth Artificial Intelligence Revolution broke out. Like the First Industrial Revolution, the Second Industrial Revolution, and the Third Technological Revolution, the Fourth Artificial Intelligence Revolution brought about a completely new level of productivity. The auxiliary chip that Zhang Tongming brought with him from another time was one of the most outstanding products of the Artificial Intelligence Revolution.

Accessory chips are essential for modern human work and life. Because they involve many aspects such as ethics and human rights, accessory chips do not have independent intelligence like other products in the Fourth Revolution. However, accessory chips have another amazing function: as the host's experience and knowledge continue to grow, their analysis and storage capabilities will continuously improve, so as to better serve the host.

Despite feeling incredibly frustrated by his miserable situation, Zhang Tongming didn't hesitate and silently said in his mind, "Chip, scan my whole body and retrieve my body data."

"Beep, scan complete. Main data as follows:"

"Power 2.0"

"Body Condition 1.8"

Speed ​​1.9

A three-dimensional image clearly appeared in Zhang Tongming's mind, allowing him to fully understand the various functions of his current body.

Staring in disbelief at the data where every item exceeded 1, Zhang Tongming's Adam's apple bobbed, and a thought suddenly arose in his mind: Is the Ferguson family's Knight Breathing Technique really that amazing?

On Earth, the average adult male's strength, physique, and agility stats are around 1. A stat above 1.5 is considered Olympic level. Conor Ferguson's stats are close to 2, which is something even Olympic champions probably can't achieve! According to Conor Ferguson's recollection, the reason he achieved this was largely due to the Knight Breathing Technique he had practiced since childhood.

Raising an eyebrow, Zhang Tongming seemed to have thought of something. His expression turned grave as he silently repeated in his mind, "Integrate the chip's main memory and analyze the cause of the heart injury!"

"Beep, in accordance with the subject's will, the mission begins!"

As the chip's voice faded, Connor Ferguson's memories flashed through Zhang Tongming's mind like a movie.

After analyzing for a full quarter of an hour, the chip's voice rang in Zhang Tongming's mind again.

"Analysis complete. A total of 59 possibilities were identified, with a 95% probability of being cursed, and the remaining 58 possibilities each less than 1%!"

"A curse?" Zhang Tongming frowned deeply. As a web novelist, he possessed basic logical reasoning skills. The situation was already quite obvious: Connor Ferguson had been killed by a curse, so his soul and consciousness had completely perished, leaving only his body. However, for some unknown reason, he had come to this world and, by chance, transmigrated into Ferguson's body.

If that's really the case, then the question arises: why was Connor cursed? And who cursed Connor?

Curses are inherently associated with words like witchcraft and evil, and the fact that Zhang Tongming is currently in a world where supernatural powers truly exist makes it even more likely to arouse speculation.

Zhang Tongming shook his head slightly and sighed. From his current simple and rough understanding of Connor's memories, there were no obvious clues to explain why Connor was cursed to death. Now he could only take it one step at a time and feel his way across the river.

Walking to the window, Zhang Tongming reached out and pulled back the silk curtains. Looking out at the Gothic architecture and the blood-red moon hanging high in the night sky, so different from anything on Earth, Zhang Tongming sighed deeply. Gazing at the crimson moon, a complex mix of emotions flickered across his face. He murmured to himself, "A wondrous world. I, Zhang Tongming—no! Connor Ferguson—have arrived!"

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Zhang Tongming, who already considered himself Connor Ferguson, didn't get much rest even though he had just transmigrated. On the second day alone, he was already completely immersed in Connor's life.

As a sophomore history student at Green University, Connor still has two years before he can fully complete his studies. His current workload is still very heavy. Apart from weekends, he has a variety of courses to attend every day from Monday to Friday.

After a long day of classes, a somewhat tired Connor Ferguson did not go straight back to his luxurious apartment at 16 Land Street in the eastern part of Loen, but instead strolled towards the city center of Loen.

Although it is January, which is winter in the port city of Rune, the temperature has been kept at around minus three or four degrees Celsius due to the presence of warm currents, so it is not too cold.

Connor tightened his trench coat and stopped in front of a restaurant called Clover. A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Last night, besides taking control of his body, Connor did something else: search for clues about his curse. Unfortunately, after carefully sorting through his memories, Connor realized that some fragments of his memories had vanished into thin air; he couldn't remember anything!

The most obvious sign of this was that he remembered having dinner with a lady named Rebecca at the Clover Restaurant twenty-four hours before his cursed death, but he had no recollection of what he ate or did!

After adjusting his high-necked trench coat and bowler hat, which were extremely popular among the Carmen aristocracy, Connor entered the Clover Restaurant amidst the sweet smiles of the beautiful waitresses.

Perhaps because it was only 3 p.m., there weren't many people eating in the restaurant; only two tables of customers were enjoying their meals in the large restaurant.

Connor glanced at the two tables of guests, gave a barely perceptible nod, and then turned and walked toward the restaurant's front desk.

Upon seeing Connor approaching, the balding, slightly overweight middle-aged man at the front desk, who appeared to be checking accounts, paused for a moment, but quickly put on a polite smile and said, "Hello, sir, I'm Ayman, the manager of this Clover Restaurant. How can I help you?"

(End of this chapter)