Field of vision

In the dim room, the light of the fluorescent algae oil lamp outlined the outline of the room, and the white-haired boy panted tiredly.

On the long table wrapped in oil canvas, there was not much blood flowing, because the fatal wound of the body was not large, and there was still sleeping powder as a sedative before death to dilate blood vessels.

It was also fortunate that the sleeping powder calmed him down, otherwise, Osenna would struggle and howl desperately before dying, and he might break free from the restraints and let the neighbors around hear it... That would be terrible.

But now, Osenna is dead. No one can survive after having their throat cut and suffocating for more than ten minutes.

At least Osenna can't do it.

"The body can't be left at home... But I'll talk about it later."

Staring at the other's body, Ian shook his head and decided not to bother to pay attention to how hideous the other's expression was before death.

A scumbag beast should have a scumbag beast ending.

Rather than caring about a pedophile mushroom sucker who should have died long ago, he thought it would be better to think about the nature of his own abilities.

At this moment, Ian had already understood the effect of the psychic ability he named "precognitive vision".

-When he turned on the precognitive vision, he would consume some of his physical strength and blood would rush to his head.

-At the same time, everything in his field of vision would be shrouded in mist of various colors.

Ordinary wooden tables, chairs, ropes and other things are filled with white, gray, or even translucent mist. This kind of mist does not hinder vision and can be easily ignored.

However, if blue appears in the field of vision, it means that there are quite unusual objects with strange effects in that area.

Blue represents "extraordinary" things.

In short, it is [rare] in rarity.

Supor Flower Sleep Powder is one, and it is the only one at present.

The effect of sleeping powder is obvious. It can quickly make people who have no relevant resistance fall asleep for a period of time. Even if they take it frequently like Osenna, which causes resistance in the body, it is nothing more than waking up early. They still have to sleep when they need to sleep.

This is the effect of the foreknowledge vision that can discover "extraordinary" things.

As for the future, will there be levels such as [very rare], [rare and extraordinary], [rare and extraordinary], and [legend]...

That depends on whether you are lucky in the future and whether you can encounter such rare good things.

"It's not difficult."

Ian opened up his mind and pondered carefully: "Many places around Harrison Port have not been developed, and there are still many rare medicinal herbs and materials left in the jungle and deep mountains. This is why there are still many herbalists in the port."

Supor sleeping flowers and the black mushrooms that my uncle smoked are all special herbs and materials of this kind. You only need to collect a little and sell them to the city hall and the Chamber of Commerce for a lot of money.

However, he doesn't need to rely on experience to explore and try his luck like those old herbalists.

Ian only needs to open his eyes from time to time and use the 'predictive vision' to look around, and he can discover a lot of wealth

And it's not just that.

This is only part of the ability of the 'predictive vision'

If you have to find an allusion, Ian thinks that his psychic power is related to 'looking at qi'.

After all, in addition to detecting the rarity of the object itself, this psychic power can also observe the future.

Predicting the direction of the future is the real core of this psychic power.

With a thought, Ian came to the room where his younger brother was - Elan had eaten oatmeal porridge soaked with sleeping powder, and he had been sleeping soundly until now. It would probably take a while for him to wake up.

Turning on the foreknowledge perspective, Ian suppressed his palpitations and looked at it, thinking: "Sure enough."

"The black and red death aura has disappeared, leaving only a faint blood-red rotation... Does this mean that there is still danger, but it is no longer a crisis of certain death?"

The death of uncle Osenna eliminated the crisis for Ian and Elan, but the matter is far from over.

First of all, Osenna's death, or disappearance, will sooner or later be discovered by the people of Harrison Port and the White People.

Although few people would suspect an eight-year-old child, Ian can completely attribute his uncle's disappearance to his own unauthorized entry into the redwood forest and trading black mushrooms with the natives.

After all, there are many hunters who have disappeared in the forest, let alone a cripple?

The fellow tribesmen who vaguely know this will not pursue it too much.

But this is not safe.

After all, Ian and Elan are still children, and Osenna is their last blood relative. Without the protection of blood relatives, they can only be adopted by others or apprentices in this rural area. The best result is to be sent to the Huaiguang Church to help the priest, but they may not be accepted.

You know, in Harrison Port, the southernmost part of the continent, the priests of the Huaiguang Church occasionally have to work in the fields and go fishing.

No one wants to take care of children.

This is a long-term crisis, and the short-term crisis is still the natives.

Osenna's death does not mean that the deal he planned to make is over. The natives who are in urgent need of pure sacrifices have sneaked into the port before. They already know Osenna's address. It is not a big deal to forcibly abduct Ian and his brother.

"I can't see my own fortune. I understand that in most legends, prophecies and divinations cannot predict one's future."

Ian reached out and pinched his brother's fat face. He was thoughtful and whispered to himself: "But I can see Elan's fortune."

"Elan is just a one-year-old child. I am his brother. Our fates are interdependent. If I die, he can't live either... On the other hand, the crisis that can endanger my brother, even if it is not so terrible to me, must be cautious."

Thinking of this, Ian's eyes gradually turned away. The light gradually brightened, and he had figured it out: "So."

"As long as I observe Elan's future fate and see whether his fortune is good or bad, I can indirectly see my own future fortune"

Ian rubbed Elan's face excitedly, and the white-haired child's small fleshy face felt good: "I can't see my own, but I can see my brother's"

"We are brothers, who are on each other's side. You die or I die"

The white-haired child curled up in the quilt was still smacking his lips in his sleep, making cute mumbling sounds, completely unaware that he had been used by his brother as a tool to predict the future, a human comparison device.

Of course, it's not just that.

The reason why Ian was determined to protect Elan was not just because of his ability.

In the final analysis, Elan was his only remaining blood relative in the world. His mother was sick and weak. Not long after Elan was born, she died because of the excessive hardship of taking care of two children alone after his stepfather left.

Ian has always been the one who tells Elan stories and sings lullabies, and Elan is closest to his brother.

Elan has a quarter of elven blood, and is also a white-people hybrid. In theory, he has great potential to awaken psychic power, but in reality, he has not. This is why the half-elf stepfather from Canaanmore left directly.

The white-haired child has pointed ears, which is indeed cute.

Looking at Elan's sleeping face, the boy exhaled and calmed down a little.

Ian reached out, leaned down, pinched the tip of the other's ear, and the slight anger in his eyebrows due to killing Osenna also dissipated. The boy looked at his brother gently: "Even if you are really stupid, I will take care of you and grow up... After all, you are my only relative in this world."

"It's just that in order to better deal with the crisis of this unknown world, I must make good use of every detail of my ability to find a ray of hope in this bad start."

Mumbling to himself, Ian got up and left his brother's room.

When he passed by the long table, he wiped the blood scab on his hands with his uncle's clothes.

Coming to the window, Ian looked around cautiously.

For a moment, he seemed to see a golden mist, but the next moment, the light disappeared.

"What is that?"

Ian rubbed his eyes in confusion, and finally determined that it should be an illusion caused by the flashing lights of the street lamps at the street corner.

The streets of this coastal city were silent late at night, with only a few dim street lights around the city center. Those long-burning lamps that used oil squeezed from fluorescent algae as fuel were said to be long-burning, but at most they would only glow for more than a month.

Forcing it to light up would only be like now, half burning and half extinguished, flickering.

After confirming that there was no one, Ian closed the curtain again.

His heart was full of emotion.

Harrison Port, Terra Continent.

Although it looks very ancient and feudal.

But Ian knew that this alien world, which looked like the eve of the industrial age at most, was completely different from the Earth in his previous life.

Not only was there psychic power, but there were also extraordinary things such as the Sublimator and Supor Sleeping Powder.

"Is it sword and magic? Psychic power and miracles?"

Ian stared at the world outside the window. This feeling of everything being unknown was indeed exciting: "Really good, Terra."

He exclaimed in admiration. This was his character in his previous life.

Ian's pursuit was this feeling and this future.

That's why he longed to go to the sea of ​​stars, to that dark and unknown distance.

Ordinary people would be afraid of such silence and darkness, but for Ian, turning the unknown darkness into a known territory and satisfying his curiosity was the meaning of life.

Another world? With psychic power, sleeping powder and other things that had never been heard of or seen?

It couldn't be better.

After swiftly tying the body tightly with oil canvas, Ian was 100% sure that the cruel and evil uncle was dead completely. Even if there was necromancy in this world, the neck of the corpse would be missing half, which was nothing to be afraid of.

"We have to deal with the body of my uncle tonight."

In the swaying light in the living room, Ian took a long breath. At this moment, he felt that the hunger in his stomach was almost painful, and in the relaxation period after excessive tension, the feeling of weakness gradually surged to his limbs: "But now."

The boy who had just dealt with the body came to the right conclusion.

"We have to eat first."