Notes (Seeking Support for New Book)

The next day, the sun of the Lower Green Forest rose as usual.

Aaron Sothoth prayed silently as he pulled back the curtains, and upon seeing the golden morning light streaming through the window, he finally let out a long sigh of relief: "Thank goodness... thank goodness it isn't here."

The dream from last night, or rather, the scene within his golden finger world, had been far too terrifying.

Aaron Sothoth was deathly afraid that he might have actually altered the real world, which would have been the ultimate way for a transmigrator to court his own death.

However, I only wanted to change the color of the sun, so why did the world undergo such a drastic transformation?... It seems that the scarlet sunlight contained some kind of horrific corruption that instantly caused the entire world to mutate, not to mention the madness inherent in that power. Could it be... that there is something wrong with my golden finger?

Aaron Sothoth opened his drawer and took out a black notebook. This was his Observer's Diary, half of which was filled with dense, square characters that only he could decipher.

[Known: After extensive inquiries, the knights and scholars currently in the territory have not mastered any mysterious powers.]

[Known: 'Grandmother Green Banyan' is merely a common primitive nature totem and has never manifested any miracles.]

[Known: Through subtle probing of the maids and others, no one else has dreamt of transmigrating to a distinct world.]

[In summary, it can be preliminarily concluded that 'Dream Vision' is my golden finger.]

[Through experiments involving setting goals and reference points, it is confirmed that the dream world operates on basic rules and is not a world of my own fantasy... The flow of time does not match that of the real world.]

[Month of the Banyan Rooting, 15th. Followed Father to worship 'Grandmother Green Banyan'. Dreamt of that world again at night and changed its sun, leading to a mad mutation of the entire world... I speculate that the power of my golden finger might lean toward chaos? Or perhaps it contains factors of madness??]

The rigid quill dipped in ink left elegant marks on the slightly yellowed paper, yet Aaron's expression was grave.

He paused, dipped his pen again, and continued writing:

[After changing the world, my consciousness felt extremely weak, as if I had returned to infancy.]

[Speculation: Every time I enter a dream, or perhaps with every passing day in reality, the 'power' in my dream grows stronger. Did it reach a certain 'limit' last night? Although the accumulated power has vanished, perhaps a qualitative change has already occurred?]

[Objects from the dream cannot be brought into this world, and the power from the dream seems unable to affect me in reality... Then... what is the point of this dream? I cannot even fully verify whether it is real or fake!]

[Conclusion: Garbage golden finger!]

Aaron drew the final stroke, closed the notebook, and sighed.

To be loaded with a useless golden finger in this other world was truly a sorrowful affair.

Although last night's performance proved that the golden finger might not be entirely useless, it didn't have much practical application either.

Facing the impending war, he still had no solution whatsoever.

"Even if it's just a skirmish at the village or town level, one careless mistake could still get someone killed."

With a touch of melancholy, Aaron went to the dining room to have breakfast with his family.

The breakfast was quite sumptuous, featuring roasted bacon, white bread, various fresh fruits, and milk.

Theodore, Sonia, Colin, and Ginny were all present.

In addition, there was a brat of about ten years old with white bandages and wooden splints on his leg—this was Aaron's third younger brother, Sean Sothoth.

Because Aaron's biological mother had passed away from illness, the Lord had soon married a third wife, and their relationship was quite good.

Especially after the birth of Sean, the greatest enemy and rival for Colin had appeared.

At this moment, however, the brat Sean was cutting his food with a knife and fork while glancing at Aaron with a look that seemed to be showing off.

What is this? Showing off that you don't have to go to the battlefield because you're injured? No, you wouldn't have to go to the battlefield anyway...

Aaron rolled his eyes and sat down in his seat.

Theodore was very quiet while eating, and the butler and maids standing by dared not make a sound; the only noise at the table was the occasional light clinking of cutlery.

Finally, Aaron heard his father's voice: "Regarding this battle, Aaron, what is your opinion?"

"Father..."

Aaron organized his thoughts: "From a moral standpoint, the other party violated a sacred marriage contract, so we have sufficient grounds to send troops. However, from a topographical perspective, the enemy occupies the upper reaches of the Green Forest and can move downstream, giving them high mobility..."

The vast land of the Green Forest was held by two lords, Davis and Sothoth, who were said to share some ancestral blood ties.

But there was no doubt that by this generation, that connection had become very thin.

Now, they were on the verge of clashing with blades.

Breakfast time passed quickly. Aaron watched coldly and noticed that although Lady Sonia appeared dignified, the glances she occasionally cast toward Colin were truly intriguing.

It seems this lady likely considers Sean's fall from his horse to be Colin's doing... After all, he is the eldest legitimate son, Sean's greatest enemy... Hmm, I have the lowest profile, but I cannot be careless. Sometimes when the eldest and second fight, it is very easy for the third to get killed.

Lost in thought, Aaron arrived at the training ground in front of the castle.

He already had a habit of exercising daily, and with war approaching, he needed to hone his skills even more.

Aaron looked at his weapon rack, where two weapons hung from the black wood frame.

One sword had a long, slender blade and a complex, refined hilt; it was light and agile—a rapier, the prototype of modern fencing.

It was the weapon Aaron carried most often, which Colin had maliciously named 'Needle', implying it was a weapon only for women.

But Aaron just smiled and said nothing. He knew, of course, that the puncture wounds caused by thrusting were far more troublesome than the injuries caused by slashing.

Whether it is internal bleeding caused by a pierced vital organ or an infection brought on by a ruptured intestine, in this era without surgery, both are incurable terminal conditions!

Even having an arm or a leg hacked off offers a higher chance of survival than taking a single thrust to a vital point!

Beneath the elegant exterior of the Rapier lies a terrifying lethality.

In particular, it is lighter than other swords, and therefore allows for more sustained combat.

It can be said that for daily life and street self-defense, the thrusting sword is absolutely the best choice, worthy of being called the strongest portable cold weapon for dueling in the West.

Aaron naturally put a great deal of effort into his Rapier skills as well.

But at this moment, he had to put it down and sigh: "It is ill-suited for the occasion. Although a thrusting sword is perfect for daily brawls and self-defense—since no one wears heavy armor just to go out—war is different!"

The commoners in Davis Territory are naturally unarmored, but knights are different!

Every one of them has undergone professional training, their physique and killing techniques reaching the pinnacle, and when they fight, they wear thick metal armor!

That armor consists of a series of components—gambeson, breastplate, faulds, helmet, gauntlets... they are essentially iron cans.

A well-crafted set of knightly armor is even worth as much as an entire manor!

It is the exact nemesis of the thin and slender Rapier!

Thinking of this, Aaron reached out and picked up a different cruciform longsword.

Its blade was broad, its hilt pitch-black, and it was nearly two meters long, requiring a tall man to wield it. There were even serrations along the blade, all designed to increase the lethality when hacking through armor; it was a true weapon of war!

Hmm, during the new book period, I will update at 6 AM every morning, two chapters at a time. Haha, don't complain that it's too little; I'll make up for it once it hits the shelves.