Traveling to another world is fine—at least it means a second life, which is definitely better than actually being killed by a meteorite.

Being knocked out by the meteorite gave Grace Clark an excuse for amnesia, allowing him to ask the square-faced man all sorts of questions.

Through the square-faced man at his side, Grace Clark gained a preliminary understanding of the world he was now in.

This was a world vastly different from Earth. Besides humans, there were other races such as the Spirit Clan, the Barbarian Clan, the Sea Clan, and so on. Each of these races had their own territories and were rarely seen in human settlements.

The human race had five great dynasties and dozens of kingdoms on the continent. Grace Clark was in one of the five great dynasties—the Grand Xia Dynasty.

Relying on their formidable strength, the five great human dynasties set the rules of the continent and held absolute authority within certain regions. The dozens of other kingdoms either formed alliances or became vassals, which was somewhat similar to the world structure in later generations.

Grace Clark's father was a fallen noble of the Grand Xia Dynasty, and in recent days had accompanied his mother back to her family home, so he was not at home.

Although the Lin family was not particularly prominent in the capital, thanks to the lingering prestige of their ancestors, they still lived comfortably. Grace Clark was the only son, the sole heir of the Lin family.

What surprised Grace Clark the most was that, unlike Earth, this was a world with magical powers.

People called this power "Arcane Arts."

Each type of Arcane Art possessed strange and powerful abilities, such as controlling fire, summoning lightning, forming ice, or even becoming invisible or flying—just like what Grace Clark had seen earlier.

As an ordinary person, it was impossible for Grace Clark not to covet such supernatural powers.

In his heart, both Earth and this world had their pros and cons.

Twenty-first-century Earth had the internet, television, and countless forms of entertainment. If Grace Clark had traveled to ancient China, he definitely wouldn't have wanted to stay.

But in this world, although there was no such entertainment, there were Arcane Arts—spitting fire, spraying water, creating ice, turning invisible. If he could master them all, wouldn't he be even more impressive than the Calabash Brothers? After all, what boy hasn't dreamed of having superpowers when they were young?

Unfortunately, Arcane Arts were not something just anyone could practice. This ability was innate, not acquired, and could not be changed.

Moreover, each person could awaken at most one Arcane Art, so Grace Clark's dream of becoming a little Calabash King was shattered.

As the son of Lord Ping'an, Grace Clark was just an ordinary person. He had lived to eighteen without awakening any Arcane Art. Generally, the chance of awakening after adulthood was very slim, and even if one did, there was little future in it.

After all the trouble of traveling to another world, he was still just a mortal—if that's the case, Earth might actually be more fun.

Just as Grace Clark was feeling regretful, the square-faced man beside him patted his butt and stood up, saying to Grace Clark, "Young master, let's go back. The ground is cold..."

In this world, people with Arcane Arts were not exactly everywhere, but they weren't rare either. The square-faced man before Grace Clark was an awakened Arcane Artist.

His awakened Arcane Art was "Strength." It was said that if one cultivated this art to its peak, they could move mountains and fill seas, shatter a mountain with a single punch.

Of course, awakening an Arcane Art was only the starting point of this path. How far one could ultimately cultivate depended on personal talent and effort.

The square-faced man before him, Grace Clark's personal bodyguard, was ten or even dozens of times stronger than an ordinary person, but he was still far from moving mountains and filling seas.

Even so, it was enough to make Grace Clark envious for a while.

He tried to stand up from the steps, but after sitting too long, his legs were numb. As he was halfway up, he lost his balance and fell backward.

The square-faced man hurried forward to catch him.

Grace Clark was about to steady himself with the man's help, but suddenly froze mid-action.

The square-faced man asked in confusion, "Young master, what's wrong?"

Grace Clark was dazed for a moment, then quickly came to his senses. He looked at the square-faced man and said urgently, "Give me your hand."

The square-faced man looked at Grace Clark, hesitated for a moment, but obediently extended his hand.

His hand was much broader and thicker than an ordinary person's, giving a strong impression. Grace Clark gripped his hand, waves of emotion rising in his heart, and asked, "Do you feel anything?"

The square-faced man was stunned, his face suddenly turning pale. He stammered, "Young master, you're a man, and so am I. How could I possibly feel anything for you? I—I like women..."

He tried to pull his hand away, but Grace Clark held on tightly.

Grace Clark glared at him and said, "Don't move!"

After all, Grace Clark was his young master. The square-faced man trembled and dared not struggle anymore.

Fortunately, Grace Clark was only holding his hand and made no further moves, so the square-faced man gradually relaxed.

A quarter of an hour later.

Grace Clark let out a long breath and slowly released the square-faced man's hand.

The next moment, the square-faced man dashed out of the residence and disappeared in an instant.

Grace Clark ignored him, picked up half a green brick from the corner of the courtyard, and with a slight squeeze, the hard brick broke off at the corner as if it were a biscuit...

Chapter 002: Testing the Ability

Grace Clark clenched his fists, feeling his body brimming with power.

It was a strong sensation he had never experienced before.