Chapter 1: Dreaming?

In a majestic palace...

"Are you saying these pills are poisonous?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Those mountain hermits have no understanding of immortality techniques! They are just making them recklessly for the sake of gold and silver... Your Majesty's health is already harmed, you must not consume them any longer."

"David Turner, it is said that you have innate wisdom and can remember past lives, is this true?"

"Your Majesty, about that, I cannot be certain, but I have indeed dreamt of events from the time of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, as for the specific reason, it still needs to be verified." David Turner bowed, a hint of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

"In those dreams of yours, is there a method to achieve immortality?" The Emperor's eyes gleamed, how he wished that David Turner would provide a definitive answer.

"Your Majesty, it is said that on the overseas island of Penglai, there are immortals, and there might be a method to immortality. I am willing to lead a fleet to sea and search for the immortal elixir for Your Majesty!" David Turner bowed and knelt, his voice trembling, for he felt the Emperor's gaze upon him.

"Good, then I give you permission to go to sea. The necessary materials and manpower will be arranged by the nine ministers. I will give you three years, make sure to bring back the immortality elixir!" The Emperor tossed a golden plaque to David Turner, then waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

"I take my leave, Your Majesty..." David Turner picked up the plaque and respectfully withdrew.

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Years later... On a deserted island overseas...

"Master, it's bad, the waves are getting bigger, the island is about to be submerged!" A soldier hurriedly reported.

"Has the ship been repaired? Can we set sail?" David Turner looked at the roaring sea, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Master, the ship is not ready yet, what should we do!?" The soldier was anxious, this island would not withstand those terrifying waves.

"Move all the supplies into the cave and seal it. As for the rest, we can only leave it to fate." David Turner gritted his teeth and gave the order.

Soon, with the cooperation of hundreds of soldiers, weapons, gold, silver, and supplies were all moved into a natural cave on the island, and the entrance was sealed with large stones.

At the same time, the entire island trembled violently, and then a huge wave, at least a hundred meters high, appeared, blotting out the sky...

"Ugh... Is this how I die?" David Turner murmured as he looked at the massive wave...

In the next moment, the wave engulfed the island...

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At this moment, in a rental apartment in R City, Huaguo...

"No!! No, help!!" A man on the bed shouted, suddenly sitting up in terror!

"That scared me to death... Thank goodness it was just a dream..." Thinking of the terrifying tsunami, John Harris wiped the sweat off his forehead, feeling a lingering fear.

"These strange dreams, I wonder when they'll end!" John Harris calmed himself down, picked up a water glass from the nightstand, and drank it all.

Looking at the time, it was 2:30 AM, and after a quick bathroom break, John Harris threw himself back onto the bed.

However, the dream just now was so vivid that it made his adrenaline spike, and though he tried to fall asleep, it was impossible.

"I actually dreamt of David Turner today, too bad about the gold, silver, and jewels given to the immortals! If I could really find them, wouldn't I become a super-rich person in no time?" John Harris lay in bed, reflecting on the dream, everything felt a little too real.

He had been having these strange dreams for three years now. Sometimes, he was a beggar during the Warring States period, sometimes a general during the time of Yu the Great controlling floods, and sometimes he was a strategist by George Washington's side...

The most recent dream was of a battlefield... where he was ambushed and blown up in the icy snow...

In the three years from eighteen to twenty-one, John Harris's dreams had been bizarre and numerous, causing him to wonder if something was wrong with his mind.

However, after visiting several major hospitals and undergoing all kinds of tests, there was no problem at all...

"David Turner... David Turner... If the dream just now was real, then David Turner is no small figure..." John Harris murmured, recalling some of the legends about David Turner.

In his drowsy state, John Harris was woken by the ringtone of his phone...

"Hey, Fanzi, don't be late for your interview at Qiangsheng Group today!" On the other end of the phone, his friend Ethan Miller's voice could be heard.

"Yeah, it's at nine, I won't be late." John Harris replied, hung up the phone, and looked at the time—only six in the morning. That annoying Ethan Miller had just ruined the sleep he had barely gotten.

"Never mind, what's the point of sleeping so much before life, after death I'll sleep forever..." John Harris muttered as he got up, though something felt off as he said that. Will he really sleep forever after death?

He got up, washed up, and stepped out of his rental apartment. Since he couldn't sleep, he might as well go for a run...

Since entering college, John Harris had developed the habit of running. The feeling of sweating profusely, with a large amount of dopamine released, made him more and more addicted...

Yesterday had already been the beginning of autumn, but the park at six in the morning had no hint of coolness. Wearing a cheap sports t-shirt, John Harris ran five kilometers, slightly out of breath...

Just as John Harris was about to take a break and prepare to run another five kilometers, he heard a frantic cry from a distance...

"Help!! A human trafficker is kidnapping a child!!" The voice of an elderly woman, full of terror, reached John Harris's ears.

Instinctively, John Harris turned around and saw an elderly woman, struggling to get up from the ground while pointing in a direction, crying out in panic...

John Harris followed the direction of her finger and saw a man, tightly wrapped in clothes, carrying a child of about seven or eight years old, running quickly.

"A trafficker!? You bastard!" John Harris, a freshly graduated college student, his sense of justice instantly skyrocketed, and he instinctively wanted to chase after the man.

Then he noticed that not far ahead of the trafficker, a silver van with the side door open was parked...

Without a doubt, that must be the trafficker's vehicle... He was about fifty meters away from the trafficker, and the trafficker was less than twenty meters from the van. Even if he ran as fast as he could, it would be hard to catch up.

At that moment, John Harris thought quickly, then saw his two ice sleeves...

Without hesitation, John Harris quickly removed his ice sleeves, took two steps at once, ran to a breakfast vendor's cart, grabbed two bottles of mineral water, and quickly ran towards the trafficker.

When the trafficker was only ten meters away from the van, John Harris had already tied the ice sleeves together, with the two bottles of mineral water tied to the ends...

Then, gritting his teeth, John Harris threw the ice sleeves, bound with mineral water, out...

He watched as the two bottles of mineral water, spinning with the ice sleeves, flew through the air...