Supernatural Power

Knight Wyatt held an extremely high position in both the manor and the Earl's heart. No one dared treat his words as wind passing by their ears, so the Servants could only accept them with bitter faces.

"Sir Knight, which great figure is coming to visit the Earl?" Someone could not suppress the curiosity in his heart and called out loudly from the crowd.

Knight Wyatt swept his gaze around coldly. He had not wanted to answer, but thinking of how lazy this group usually was, he decided it was better to tell them and frighten them into behaving than to keep it mysterious. After all, even he yearned for the arrival of that figure who might or might not come.

"If nothing unexpected happens, a Mage Master will soon honor us with his presence. So don't go looking for trouble." After saying that, Knight Wyatt turned and left. He still had other matters to attend to.

"Did Sir Knight Wyatt say Mage Master? Did I hear wrong?"

"If everyone's ears haven't gone bad at once, then you heard right. A Mage Master."

The news left the Servants so stunned they did not know what to do. Mage Master—until today, this term had existed only in legends to them, yet now it had reached their ears in such a way. It gave them the illusion of stepping into a legend, along with an inexplicable sense of nobility and impractical fantasies such as, "What if the Mage Master takes a liking to me..." and "What if I can become a Mage Master..."

Adam did not hear this news. At this moment, he was silently wandering through the manor. The more things he saw, the stronger the inexplicable emotion in his heart became.

Most of the buildings were wooden. Even the residences of the nobility and their families were merely piled together from rough stones. Power was limited to human labor, animal power, and water power. There was no trace of Electrical Energy being used, not even a steam engine.

The technological level is equivalent to medieval Europe.

In the shadows, some slaves loaded buckets of filth produced the previous night onto carts and hauled them out of the manor. In the late autumn of the northern lands, their clothing barely covered their vital areas. Their exposed skin was covered in whip marks and frostbite, and their bodies, even thinner and weaker than Adam's, looked like walking skeleton after walking skeleton.

The social structure is in the slave society stage, but no buildings resembling churches have been found. It is judged not to be under Divine Authority rule.

That emotion grew increasingly intense. When Adam arrived at the training ground and stood beneath a tree, seeing the dust-choked field, the haphazardly arranged equipment such as stone locks, and more than a hundred muscular men swinging greatswords and long spears with all their might, the second emotion since the joy of his rebirth took shape.

Its name was disappointment.

In an instant, Adam knew what he could do in this world. If this world truly amounted to nothing more than this, then he could do whatever he wanted.

Become a knight?

As long as his body recovered to normal, Adam would only need to watch the crude Martial Skills these people practiced once to master them completely. With super-CPU-level Computational Power behind him, as long as he had a weapon sharp enough and sufficient stamina, Adam would be invincible.

Become a noble? Or contend for the realm and become king of the world?

Fine, that option was a little more complicated. First, gather a team. Second, find some remote mountains and ancient forests, farm like his life depended on it while climbing the technology tree. Third, auto-attack his way through.

Become a poet? A writer? A merchant? Or spend this life as a stable hand?

What kind of joke was that?

Adam longed to become an independent lifeform. He absolutely did not want to do any of those boring and effortless things.

His purpose was to pursue knowledge and energy.

But if this world was truly so backward, then all of it was mere wishful thinking.

From the moment Adam became human, while enjoying creativity, he also had to accept birth, aging, sickness, and death. A human might live for a hundred years. Perhaps there were special methods that allowed one to live two hundred years. But immortality was absolutely impossible.

That meant Adam's life might simply be wasted like this.

Even if Adam ruled the world and guided it onto the path of scientific development, the process of going from nothing to something was too difficult, and a single lifetime was too short. It would be impossible even to reach Earth's level, let alone attain deeper knowledge.

Disappointment filled Adam's newborn soul. Amid the intense emotional fluctuations, Special Energy appeared once more and vanished in a flash, stirring fallen leaves all over the ground into the air.

The knight in charge of training was named Wright. At that instant, he abruptly raised his head. Seeing Adam's arrival, he frowned. Why did Wyatt call this idiot here? After that thought flashed through his mind, he ignored Adam. Adam had never participated in training. Everyone knew Adam's body was frail, just as everyone knew he was a fool.

Before long, the Servants from the dining hall arrived at the training ground one after another. Bearded Man Joe gave a heavy cold snort as he passed Adam. After hearing that a distinguished Mage Master would be arriving, he had immersed himself in fantasies and temporarily abandoned the idea of causing Adam trouble.

Knight Wright gestured for the knight attendants to continue training, then walked before the Servants and shouted, "Starting today, your training is doubled. Perhaps you have already heard the news, so don't go looking for trouble. Begin!"

The Servants were commoners who came to work for the Earl at the manor in exchange for pay. The knight attendants, meanwhile, were outstanding commoners selected for their potential to become knights. After signing contracts with the Earl, they were trained by knights, and both their treatment and status were higher than those of the Servants.

Just like this training session: Knight Wright only gave the Servants a brief lecture and assigned them their tasks before ignoring them again. He returned to the attendants and corrected their mistakes in Martial Skills one by one.

Adam only needed to watch these Martial Skills once to master them perfectly, and he would automatically optimize them, making the Martial Skills more in line with human biomechanics.

As for control over his body, that was no problem at all for Adam. He merely had to turn the movements into programs and activate them when needed. Adam's soul was the processor, and every tissue in his body would carry out the processor's commands with meticulous precision. If he did not care about bodily damage, Adam could even perform every pose that defied human limits.

If this world is only at this level, it is far too dull.

But that shouldn't be the case. If I have come to the Middle Ages, then what kind of creature is that Warhorse?

Just then, Knight Wright clapped his hands and gathered all the knight attendants around him. The sweat steaming from the bare-chested men covered their bodies, and even the sunlight was distorted by the refracted heat.

Knight Wright clasped his hands behind his back and said, "What is most important to a knight? You, tell me."

The attendant called upon shouted, "The Breathing Technique."

Wright nodded. "That's right, the Breathing Technique. This is also why you can become attendants while they can only be Servants."

Hearing those words, the Servants all revealed expressions of envy and jealousy.

Breathing Technique? Adam pricked up his ears and fixed his eyes tightly on Knight Wright. He realized that he might be about to hear something interesting.

"Now, adjust your breathing according to the rhythm of the Johnsson Knight Breathing Technique. Control your bodies, then disperse your consciousness, empty yourselves, sense the Supernatural Energy that exists outside your bodies, try to accept it, guide it, and make it resonate with your bodies."

Adam caught several keywords: rhythm, consciousness, Supernatural Energy, resonance. These words pointed too clearly in one direction; they could not possibly have been spoken from pure imagination. In other words, this was a world where supernatural power existed!

After Knight Wright finished speaking, he stood in place and began breathing according to a strange rhythm. His muscles trembled continuously with each breath, his body swelling and shrinking by turns. It looked extremely bizarre.

First Special Energy detected.

Adam discovered that faint Special Energy radiated from Knight Wright and all the knight attendants. Though there were more than a hundred of them in total, the combined amount of this energy did not even reach one-fifth of Adam's.

Adam did not act rashly. Instead, he continued recording what he saw. After the knights had kept breathing for nearly a quarter of an hour, Adam made a new discovery.

New energy detected. Its properties are similar to Second Special Energy, but its Energy Level is extremely low. Temporarily designated Third Special Energy.

Adam discovered that Third Special Energy was guided by the First Special Energy and, through the resonance triggered by the special breathing rhythm, was drawn into Knight Wright's body. Knight Wright's face twitched uncontrollably. The process was probably not pleasant, but what followed was a surge in his aura. Red fluctuations actually radiated from Knight Wright's body!

At the same time, the knight attendants also wore expressions of pain. Their muscles no longer rose and fell rhythmically but tensed tautly. Blood streaks had even appeared beneath the skin of Several People.

Knight Wright continued breathing. The process lasted half an hour. During that time, even the last knight attendant stopped cultivating. They stood trembling in place as they waited for Knight Wright, their eyes filled with worship and hope.

The Breathing Technique constructs a program. First Energy forms a channel. Adam continued his analysis.

In the final second, Knight Wright exhaled heavily, his breath sweeping up dust. At this moment, his face was weary, yet his spirit shone brilliantly.

"Remember, the cultivation of the Breathing Technique does not surpass the limit. Only the body can surpass the limit..."

Knight Wright continued his loud lecture, but Adam had already merged his threads and begun training this Supernatural Power, causing him to miss the rest of the knight's words.

"...Without a sufficiently powerful body to support it, forcibly cultivating the Breathing Technique will only hasten your deaths, no different from suicide."

Adam began breathing according to the cultivation method. The immense Special Energy he had named First Special Energy instantly spread out, accurately capturing Third Special Energy. Unlike the nearly inert state of the energy when the knights cultivated, when Adam breathed, Third Special Energy surged wildly into his body at an almost violent speed, brutally merging into his cells.

For Adam's weak body and fragile cells, the Energy Level of Third Special Energy was too high. Rather than cultivating and improving himself, it was constantly killing his cells. Yet the rate at which his cells regenerated was far from enough to keep up.

And so...

Organism operating under overload. Self-protection program initiated. Channel forcibly severed.