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The carriage was still moving forward. In front of it, a tall and sturdy castle was visible in the distance, with a familiar flag hanging high on it.

When approaching here, a rider was separated from the team and went first to the castle in front, apparently intending to notify the people inside to come out to support.

After a while, led by the previous rider, a team of guards in the castle came out from the inside and greeted the team full of wounded.

"Lord Glaru!"

There was a majestic man in black armor riding a horse in front of him. He had deep eyes, a sturdy figure, and a red cloak tucked behind his back, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

When the team leader beside Athir saw the man's appearance, he hurried forward and spoke respectfully in a low voice.

Glaru nodded, looking at the leader and the carriages in the back, frowned and said, "There are so many people, it looks like the battle on the front is very intense."

After saying this, he checked and directly ordered these people to enter the castle.

The long team moved forward slowly. Around them, some soldiers were guarding and slowly escorting these people in.

During this process, Athir's consciousness was in a trance.

This body had been seriously injured on the battlefield and had lost too much blood. Although it had received some treatment, it was naturally not feeling well in the state of displacement. After a long time, Athir's consciousness sank into a depression.

However, as the castle in front got closer, he forced himself to cheer up and forced himself to open his eyes, wanting to observe this familiar yet unfamiliar environment.

People who are familiar with a certain environment will feel uneasy when they suddenly find themselves in another environment.

Although Athir was a time traveler, he was not a warrior himself. When he came here, he was actually in a tense state, fearing that he would encounter some danger on the road.

But when he arrived here, although it was not the original place, the familiarity in his memory and the safe environment around him still made him feel relieved. His originally tense spirit relaxed at once, and his consciousness fell into darkness in an instant.

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It was unknown how much time had passed before Athir's eyes opened and he woke up from a deep sleep.

What came into view was a well-decorated room with some animal skins spread on the ground.

Athir was lying quietly on a wooden bed. His clothes stained with blood had been replaced with a loose white robe. The blood on his body had been thoroughly cleaned and his wounds had been bandaged well.

If it weren't for the several wounds on his body that were still conveying pain, Athir almost thought he had returned to a peaceful world.

"Hmm."

He struggled to get off the bed, and the violent movement pulled the wound, causing him to groan.

The wound on his right leg was so severe that he could hardly stand steadily.

He looked up and quickly scanned the surroundings, and found an object that looked like a crutch placed beside the bed, which he used directly to support his body.

He tried to walk a few steps. Although his whole body was still aching, Athir had begun to adapt and it was no longer as unbearable as before.

In front of the wooden bed, there was a mirror that looked a little cloudy. Athir walked over and saw what he looked like now.

He is very handsome. Even though he is only thirteen years old now, his handsome appearance has already begun to show. He will definitely be a top-notch handsome man when he grows up.

He was wearing a white robe, with bandages on the wounds on his left hand and thigh. His long black hair was just let down, giving him a unique look.

What concerned Athir the most was his ears, which seemed a little sharp, which made him a little dazed.

Bang! Bang!

At this moment, there was a sudden loud knock on the door, as if someone was knocking violently on it.

As if seeing that Athir did not respond, the person outside pushed the door open and walked in.

"Athir, are you awake?" Looking at Athir standing there with a cane in his hand, a voice filled with surprise and joy suddenly sounded outside.

He was a young man wearing a red robe, and looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. His right hand was still touching the door, and in his left hand he was holding a large silver bowl, which was still steaming.

Looking at him like this, Atier was stunned for a moment, then he remembered who this young man was.

Elhua, the seventeen-year-old second son of Count Bolia, is also one of the few friends in Athir's memory.

"Athir, how do you feel now?" Looking at Athir's difficulty in standing, Elhua looked sideways and couldn't help asking.

"I feel pretty good." Athir took a deep breath, held the crutch with his right hand with difficulty to support his body, and said with a gentle smile on his face.

Seeing the smile on his face, Elhua suppressed his original worry and smiled: "I'm glad you're okay. You're lucky to be able to come back from the battlefield this time."

"What's wrong?" Hearing this, Athir looked at Edward with some confusion.

"We just got news from the frontline that two viscounts were attacked by orcs in the wild while leading troops to reinforce the frontline. All the troops, including the two viscounts, were killed in the battle."

"The troops on the frontline have been badly damaged. The war shows no sign of ending and looks like it will continue for a long time."

Elhua walked to the front and placed the steaming silver bowl in his hand on the table while quickly explaining to Athir.

"Well, don't just stand there, come over and see what goodies I brought you."

Before Athir could react to the news, Elhua said with some mystery in his voice, pointing at the large silver bowl on the table.

Athir was a little confused and instinctively looked in the direction the other person was looking at the large silver bowl on the table.

In the large silver bowl was a silver soup that looked pure and not turbid at all. In the soup, three small silver fish swam in the bowl, looking as if they were still alive.

Galloping hot steam gushed out of the silver bowl, bringing with it an extremely strong meaty aroma, which made Athir's throat move slightly and he couldn't help swallowing.

"This is Silver Coast Thousand Fish. It is very good for healing injuries. I just happened to get these three. It should help you recover sooner."

Elhua patted Athir's shoulder and smiled at him, seeming to be showing off.

"Thank you." In response, Athir thanked the other party directly according to his usual memory.

The other party nodded: "I have something else to do, so I have to leave first. Athir, you can rest here."

He said something to Athir and then left in a hurry.

After the other party left, Athir walked to the door with difficulty, closed it, and then walked to the wooden table.

In the silver bowl, three small silver fish were swimming and playing in the soup as if they were still alive, chasing each other in the not-so-small silver bowl, which looked a bit weird.

And the silver soup clearly exudes a strong meaty aroma, but the soup is as pure as ordinary purified water.

This situation suddenly aroused a desire in Athir's heart to do research.

"It's a pity that the chip is no longer there, otherwise we could have studied its specific ingredients carefully."

Sitting aside, Atier covered his forehead with his hands as he felt a headache, and looked at the silver fish in front of him.

He stretched out his arm, picked up the large silver bowl in front of him, put it to his mouth, and drank it directly.

The pure silver soup tasted very sweet, with a delicious meaty flavor, which made Athir unable to help but drink it all in one breath.

The three small fish that kept swimming around seemed to sense their fate and kept swimming around, but eventually they went into Athir's mouth along with the soup in the bowl.

Athir quietly placed the empty silver bowl on the wooden table, and then his expression suddenly changed.

An extremely nauseous feeling suddenly emerged from the body, accompanied by an extremely hot feeling that permeated the whole body, spreading to all parts little by little.

At this moment, Athir seemed to be immersed in boiling water. His skin began to turn red and some special changes began to occur.

After this situation was over, Athir's body was already wet with sweat. Large patches of red skin on his body were accompanied by a burning pain, and there was a strange feeling in his body, which made him feel very uncomfortable, as if there was an unknown substance running around in Athir's body.

"A large amount of unknown active substances have been detected entering the body. Should we activate chip detection?"

In Athir's mind, a mechanical and rigid voice suddenly sounded.

"This is..." Athir's pupils shrank suddenly, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes: "What's going on? I have clearly traveled through time and space, and my original body has been destroyed. Why can I still hear the chip's prompt sound?"

"No, that's not right. As I recall, the fourth generation ultimate chip is said to be implantable into consciousness. Could it be that something happened when I traveled through time that allowed the chip to travel through time along with my soul? Or is it that my soul itself is special, so I can travel through time twice in a row and even bring the chip connected to my consciousness with me?"

After feeling the message in his mind and confirming that it was not an illusion, countless thoughts and guesses popped up in Athir's mind in an instant.

He had experienced time travel not once, but twice.

At first, Athir was just an ordinary person. After dying in an accident, he found himself reborn in another world.

It was a world with highly developed technology. Human beings had completed their accumulation, overcome the space environment, and colonized the stars.

In that world, relying on the self-awareness of an adult and the innate talents brought by the powerful soul of the traverser himself, Athir became a biological scientist. He eventually died in an accident and came to this world.

At this time, the mechanical voice was still echoing in his mind, gradually breaking Athir's thoughts.

He came back to his senses and ordered the voice in his head: "Open!"

"bite!"

As Athir's order was given, a crisp sound echoed in his mind, and then the world in front of Athir began to change.

Green rays of light appeared before his eyes, and the whole world seemed to become quiet in an instant. Everything, whether it was matter or sound, was being analyzed into various information in Athir's eyes.

This went on for a while until the mechanical voice started to ring in my head again.

"Ding! Chip restart completed, start checking the internal condition!"

(End of this chapter)