Ding, Your Golden Finger Is Online

"White Stone Apothecary" was an obscure, ordinary potion shop in the small city of Leopold. Just like its unremarkable name, the goods sold there were all ordinary wares.

Aside from its signature "Live Fish Potion," painkillers and hemostatic potions could already be considered fine quality. The rest were hardly worth mentioning.

"Jingle, jingle..."

The bell hanging on the door sounded. The somewhat shy young man behind the counter, around eighteen or nineteen years old, put down his ledger, looked up, and smiled. "Good morning, Mister Evan!"

Though he was several years older than Evan, Sangi had always insisted on using an honorific. As he put it, it was the necessary respect one owed an employer.

"Good morning, Sangi. Is Aunt Mary's leg injury any better?" The youth, dressed in hunting gear and Leather Boots, pushed open the door and entered.

"Much better. She should be able to get out of bed tomorrow. Mother keeps saying she wants to come thank you personally for finding that Bone-Setting Herb for her!" The shy young man looked deeply grateful, his simple, clear eyes making him seem even more like a child than Evan.

"Haha, it was nothing. Just have Aunt Mary make me one of her specialty Leopold-style Seafood Feasts." Evan waved it off. Over the past few years, Aunt Mary's family had been neighbors who had helped him and Grandpa Leo greatly.

"Grandpa Leo... No, it's good to see you're all right!"

Before Evan came to the shop, Sangi had actually been wondering how to comfort him. After all, when the old shopkeeper Mister Leo died, Evan had vanished for an entire day. He certainly had not seemed fine.

Now that he seemed back to normal, Sangi was sincerely happy for him.

"By the way, Mister Evan. Would you like to look over this week's accounts? Everything else is fine, but our stock of 'Live Fish Potion' is running low again."

Sangi was undoubtedly a highly qualified shop assistant. The accounts were neatly organized, with every incoming and outgoing transaction clearly recorded. Since Grandpa Leo had become bedridden for long stretches over the past year, Aunt Mary's eldest son had been helping Evan run the shop. Evan had never needed to worry much about the small matters.

"All right, Sangi, I understand. I'll replenish the 'Live Fish Potion' in time. I'll leave the shop to you."

After agreeing, Evan turned and walked out of "White Stone Apothecary."

In truth, Evan had already begun considering whether he should hand the potion shop over to Sangi at an appropriate time. After all, he had new plans for his life. He could not spend his entire life guarding this little shop, wasting away in Leopold.

Besides, this little shop was Grandpa Leo's life's work. It had also carried the two of them through their hardest early days, so Evan still felt deeply attached to it.

He could not rest easy handing it to a stranger, but giving it to Sangi might be a good choice. If possible, Evan planned to gradually teach him the relevant Potion Knowledge soon, so the shop could continue operating normally even without him.

As Sangi watched Evan leave, he caught sight of the longsword and longbow at his waist, along with the hide backpack on his back. He muttered to himself, "Heading into the mountains again? Mister Evan feels somehow different today."

Not far beyond Leopold's city gates, apart from a sandy stone road stretching into the distance, everything in sight was an endless sea of green. The raw breath of nature washed over him.

Limited by productivity, This era generally had little development in the wilderness. Beyond human settlements lay vast, undeveloped wildlands.

Compared to developing forests and mountains, people preferred opening up the sea. Before long, they realized that maritime trade and rare treasures from distant lands were far beyond what clearing land and farming could offer. In Evan's eyes, civilization and savagery intertwined, modernity and antiquity coexisted, and this world in the midst of great change possessed a unique charm.

Without pausing to admire the exotic scenery, Evan turned onto a trail carved out by hunters and slipped into the forest.

Yet something about him was strange. The youth raced along the familiar path he had traveled countless times, but every so often he Scanned the empty space in the lower-left corner of his vision. He did not even spare a second glance for the useful herbs within arm's reach by the roadside.

Only when he saw a vast Gray Rock Stone Forest exposed above the ground did Evan slow down. After confirming that no one was nearby, he flashed into the stone forest.

Only then did the excitement that had been building since last night finally begin to settle.

It was not that recovering his memories had caused some problem with his mind. Rather, after breaking free from the nightmare last night, Evan had discovered a hazy, illusory icon quietly appearing in the lower-left corner of his field of vision.

As time passed, the blurry icon became clearer and clearer. Just moments ago, with a "ding" notification, the phantom icon had fully taken shape, becoming a logo Evan knew very well from his previous life.

"Th-this... isn't this the latest sports band I bought before?"

Evan seemed to hear a heavenly notification by his ear. "Ding! Your Golden Finger is now online. Please check it!" How could a transmigrator possibly lack his standard-issue Golden Finger? In an instant, wonderful scenes of becoming a CEO, marrying a beautiful rich woman, and reaching the pinnacle of life flashed through his mind like a carousel.

"Hehehe..."

Rubbing Both Hands together with excitement, Evan tried lightly touching the icon with his thoughts. The world before his eyes changed instantly.

Time: 6:30 a.m.

Temperature: 21°C

Wind speed: 10 km/h

Humidity: 52%

Step count: 0

Rows upon rows of green data streamed across Evan's vision like a waterfall. The youth's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched nonstop. There was no mistake—this was his sports band, the one advertised as having the most comprehensive features! Aside from being projected onto his retina with a futuristic feel, the displayed data was exactly the same as what he had seen on the band.

What a scam! A sports band?!

Are you fucking kidding me? I was already in another world—what use was a sports band? To count steps?

Clinging to the last shred of hope In his heart, Evan conducted one experiment after another. By the end, his expression was caught somewhere between laughter and tears.

First, he confirmed that this strange thing which had somehow transmigrated with him was indeed his sports band. It had none of the powerful functions he had imagined—no supercomputer, automatic deduction, artificial intelligence, world travel, nothing!

However, it had indeed undergone a series of changes during the transmigration.

First, it no longer had a physical form. Its program had merged with his soul and mind, and he could activate all its functions simply through thought and imagination.

By interacting with the outside world and sharing his senses, it could precisely quantify all sorts of parameters within his perceptual range. For example, while he could only roughly tell whether the wind was strong or weak, it could accurately measure wind speed down to 0.1 m/s. While he could estimate that a tree was about ten meters tall, it could precisely label it as 10.13 m, and so on.

It could perform microscopic identification, magnify or shrink objects, and observe the Micro World. It could identify patterns and distinguish unique voiceprints. For example, it could instantly find the one distinctive four-leaf clover among countless three-leaf clovers. It could also recognize a unique sound it had heard once amid a mass of noisy sounds.

Finally, its most important and core ability was to monitor his Physical fitness at all times. However, because both the world and his body had changed, this function required a series of dynamic tests and data from other humans before it could produce a comprehensive result. For now, it could not display anything.

As for whether it had other undiscovered functions, Evan did not know. Its operation was utterly foolproof, without even an artificial intelligence. He could only verify things gradually in the future.

Hiding the digitized information, Evan let out a soft breath. Although it was vastly inferior to the powerful Golden Finger he had imagined would help him dominate another world, it was still something he had gotten for free, wasn't it? No Need to refuse something free.

After composing himself, Evan began the first day of possessing what he had named "The Weakest Golden Finger in Transmigration History: Data Vision," or simply the "Golden Fingernail."