Knight Breathing Technique

"Ding! Chip reboot complete. Beginning internal examination!"

A mechanical voice echoed through his mind, followed by a strange sensation rising within Arthur's body.

It was as though his blood had frozen. His body stiffened for an instant, but quickly returned to normal.

Arthur was not surprised. This was a normal reaction to activating the Chip. Having undergone the implantation process several times in his previous life, he was quite familiar with it.

He did not have to wait long. After only a moment, the mechanical voice sounded in his mind again.

"Examination complete!"

A three-dimensional image appeared before Arthur out of thin air, displaying the condition of every part of his body. The location and depth of injuries across his body, the extent of the damage, and their potential effects were all transformed into concrete information and directly imprinted in his mind.

This method was extremely helpful for understanding his own body. In an instant, Arthur grasped his current physical condition.

"Large quantities of unidentified active substances detected entering the body. Simulate the final reaction?"

The Chip's mechanical voice rang out beside Arthur's ear again.

"Yes! Simulate the final result." Feeling the bursts of heat emanating from his body, Arthur decisively gave the command. Although he did not think there was anything wrong with the bowl of soup Edward had brought him, he still needed to be cautious.

The Chip fell silent for a moment before its familiar mechanical voice sounded once more.

"Task established. Beginning data collection!"

Almost instantly, the familiar voice rang out again in Arthur's mind.

"Unknown active substances have entered the body. There is a high probability that they will increase the host's vitality and rapidly heal bodily wounds. There is a very low probability of rejection by the host, producing a highly toxic reaction and causing the host's death."

"Damn it!" Arthur's mouth twitched sharply. He did not know what he was supposed to feel. "How low is very low?"

"The probability of the target substance causing a rejection reaction in the host is 1.23%. A beneficial reaction has already occurred."

Only then did the unease in Arthur's heart subside. Turning to look at the Silver Bowl on the wooden table, his voice carried lingering fear. "I swear, if I ever come across something this strange again, I'll have the Chip examine it before I touch it!"

As time passed, the heat in Arthur's body gradually faded, slowly turning into a warm current that flowed toward the various wounds on his body.

The change made Arthur feel very comfortable, and his formerly weak body seemed to regain some strength.

As he sensed his body gradually recovering, he had the Chip conduct a detailed examination of his current physical condition.

The familiar three-dimensional image appeared in his mind again, this time with some additional data.

Name: Arthur Falkus

Strength: 0.6 (2.7)

Agility: 0.4 (2.2)

Constitution: 0.7 (2.5)

Status: Severe blood loss, limb injuries, mild wound infection, internal organ damage...

Lines of data appeared in Arthur's mind. Each value had a long string of digits after the decimal point, which had been directly rounded off. The figures in parentheses represented his data when his body was intact.

Arthur froze as he stared at the lengthy figures. "If I remember correctly, by the standards of my previous life, an ordinary adult's attributes should all be around one. When this body was intact, its attributes were all more than double that?"

As a biologist in his previous life, Arthur knew that attributes exceeding ordinary people's by twice did not merely mean being twice as strong.

It represented all-around superiority: organ function, physical reactions, immunity, and every other aspect. He could practically be considered a minor superhuman.

Strength, speed, and constitution that surpassed ordinary people by twice their level—once unleashed, sending someone flying with a single punch would be effortless. This was already nearly beyond the limits of humanity.

This was something humans could not achieve through training alone, let alone when the owner of such physical attributes was a thirteen-year-old boy.

In his previous life, Arthur could not think of any way to accomplish this without undergoing high-intensity Human Modification. Yet the people of this world had achieved it so easily.

"Knight Breathing Technique..." Standing beside the wooden table, Arthur supported himself against the wall with his uninjured right hand. Recalling the memories in his mind, he murmured to himself, a trace of hidden excitement appearing in his eyes.

"Chip, extract all memories related to knights."

A sharp glint flashed through Arthur's eyes as he gave the order to the Chip in his mind.

In an instant, the memories in Arthur's mind began to rewind continuously. Information and records related to knights surfaced one after another, becoming incomparably clear.

Knights were the name for the high-end combat forces of this world, and they held an extremely exalted status.

According to Arthur's memories, the knightly powerhouses of this world possessed immense strength. A formal knight could challenge dozens of warriors alone. They were terrifying killing machines of this world.

However, it seemed that not everyone in this world was qualified to become a knight. One had to possess the potential to activate a Life Seed before qualifying to practice the Knight Breathing Technique and become a Knight Rank powerhouse.

Those without the potential could not practice the Knight Breathing Technique. Even if they did, it would have no effect, and they could only live as ordinary people in this dangerous world for the rest of their lives.

What relieved Arthur was that this body possessed the necessary talent, and its aptitude seemed quite exceptional. He was a well-known genius in the surrounding area, capable of killing on the battlefield at thirteen.

Thinking about it, that made sense. If he were not a genius, Count Polia would never have allowed his second son to become friends with Arthur.

Knight Rank powerhouses seemed to hold very high status in this world. Even if they came from commoner backgrounds, as long as they were willing to pledge allegiance, they could obtain a knightly title in any nation, along with at least one estate as their territory.

At that thought, Arthur's eyes gradually brightened.

Although he had already transmigrated once, strictly speaking, his two previous worlds had both been relatively peaceful. Even if life had not gone well, at least his safety had never been in danger. Unlike this world, where he had arrived only after being dragged off a battlefield.

Having come to such a chaotic and dangerous world while severely injured, Arthur had actually felt insecure all along. But as long as he became a knight, he would gain the ability to survive in this world and might even live quite well.

At that moment, a massive flow of information suddenly surged into his mind, temporarily interrupting his thoughts.

The Chip packaged the information on the Knight Breathing Technique together with the relevant experience from his memories and replayed it directly in Arthur's mind.

After reviewing those memories, Arthur stood where he was and frowned. "The Knight Breathing Technique must be practiced alongside a great deal of high-intensity training? It seems I won't be able to begin anytime soon."

"Chip, determine how long my body will take to recover."

"Examination complete. Full recovery from the current condition will require ninety-seven days." The Chip's mechanical voice responded in his mind at once.

"Ninety-seven days?" Arthur frowned again.

For someone accustomed to the fast pace of life, more than three months was far too long. Besides, the war was still ongoing. To guard against unforeseen circumstances, he had to recover his combat ability as soon as possible.

"Is there any way to make my body heal faster?" he could not help asking.

The Chip in his mind quickly responded.

"Naiye Grass, Qihua Flower, Dark Niergen..." The Chip listed a large number of names from his memories. Some were proper medicinal herbs, while others were ordinary wild grasses found in the mountains. According to the Chip's analysis, all of them might be helpful to him.

However, since he had not come into contact with those materials, it could not precisely analyze their properties or components. Even the Chip could not provide an exact answer. It could only offer several rough medicinal formulas that had a certain chance of helping Arthur.

Sensing the information in his mind, Arthur did not hesitate. He took his crutch in his right hand, exerted strength through his arm, and supported himself as he limped toward the door.

When he opened the door, fresh air rushed in from outside, making Arthur feel instantly refreshed.

According to Arthur's memories, there was a small garden nearby, where flowers and plants were cultivated for decoration. There should be some materials there that could help him.

There seemed to be few people around. He slowly made his way forward without encountering anyone along the way, save for the occasional passing servant.

He paid them no attention and continued onward until a burst of noise from nearby drew his attention.

Without realizing it, he had arrived outside a platform. It was a large training ground, normally used by Knight Apprentices like himself.

The training ground covered a large area. Not only were there all kinds of training weapons and equipment, but several servants also stood respectfully at the side, ready to attend to the Knight Apprentices whenever needed.

There were usually few people here. On the spacious training ground, only four or five people were practicing.

Arthur swept his gaze over them and found that they were all much older than him. Even the youngest was around fifteen or sixteen, yet their training standards seemed inferior to Arthur's usual level.

"Chip, scan the target data." Arthur remained impassive. Without greeting them, he merely observed silently.

"Establishing task!"

As the mechanical voice sounded, streams of information appeared in Arthur's vision where no one else could see them, turning his field of view green.

Under the Chip's scanning and analysis, the others' breathing frequencies, movement rhythms, partial blood flow within their bodies, skin pores, and more were all carefully observed as data to support the analysis of their physical attributes.

The human body itself was a complete cycle made up of countless subsystems. No part existed independently; each affected the others. By observing certain bodily data and conducting detailed comparisons and calculations, it was possible to determine part of a person's physical condition.