“First, your class is Warrior. Among all the classes in 'Ancient Gods', our simulation of the Warrior is the most accurate, almost a one-to-one recreation. For other classes, due to the limitations of remote observation, the simulation’s realism cannot be guaranteed. Among them, the Mage who uses arcane magic has the lowest simulation accuracy. The advantage of high simulation accuracy will help you master various combat skills of this world more quickly and gain the ability to protect yourself as soon as possible.”

No wonder they eliminated that demigod—because that guy played as a Mage. And as for him, he really shouldn’t have chosen this damn Warrior class in the first place. Now look, he’s been thrown into this godforsaken place!

The AI continued, “Second, during the ten years of gameplay, your character had the highest first-time completion rate for game quests, almost one hundred percent. Your character’s death rate was the lowest—only dying once, and that was at the very beginning of the game. For the following nine years, you made no mistakes. Your cautious personality and meticulous thinking are the main reasons we chose you, because we need a reliable pioneer.”

“My luck is terrible,” Rowland lamented. But things had already come to this; anger and cursing were useless. He could only face reality. He asked, “So what’s the situation now? Can I still go back?”

The AI continued to explain, “Based on current observations, this experiment was only half successful. The host crossed over successfully, but the information wormhole collapsed due to interference during the soul wave’s passage. We have completely lost contact with Earth. According to calculations, the probability of the information wormhole reopening in the future is almost zero.”

“So, I can’t go back?” For some reason, Rowland felt a sense of relief. This way, he was completely cut off from those perverts who manipulated his fate.

“Yes, in the foreseeable future, you cannot return. The New Continent Project is also in trouble, and the backup plan has already been activated.”

“What backup plan?”

“To assist the host in gaining a foothold in the New Continent and prepare for the possible reopening of the information wormhole in the future.”

Fine, Rowland quite liked the first half of this plan, but as for the second half, he chose to ignore it. He would never serve those damned people who manipulated his fate. If the information wormhole really did open, and if he had the ability, he would absolutely be the first to shut that damn wormhole and let those so-called experts and doctors go to hell!

“I have one last question. In the game 'Ancient Gods', it’s already the Holy Era year 1180, but here it’s only 1159? That’s a difference of 21 years. Where did that time go? Did you guys just make up the later history in the game?” Rowland asked. If it really was made up, that would be some impressive work.

“No, that history is real—at least, it once was real.”

“What do you mean? Did I not only travel through space, but also go back in time?” Rowland was confused.

“You could say that. Space and time are one. Through a wormhole, you can travel not only through space, but also through time. But the earlier the point in time you enter, the more energy it requires. Arriving twenty-one years earlier was already the limit of Earth’s technology.” (Physics experts, please don’t overthink this.)

“What about the future? Will the future that has already happened change because of me?” Rowland asked. He didn’t understand these mysterious scientific theories; what he cared about was whether the future he knew would be useful to him.

“It will change. For you, everything in the future has become a relatively certain illusion. Now that you’re here and involved, this world will change because of you.”

“I understand.” The doubts in Rowland’s heart were resolved.

“To help you better adapt to this world, the AI will communicate with you in a game-like manner.”

After this message flashed by, rows of data began to scroll down.

“Beginning scan of host’s physical information. Information scan complete.”

“Host: Rowland.

Character Level: 1 (Ordinary civilian, completely lacking in combat ability)

Physical Quality: Inferior. (Keeping a low profile is the best protection in the world of the gods.)

Gender: Male (This is obvious.)

Race: Human.

Vitality: 10 (Indicator of endurance, resistance to toxins and disease, and recovery from pain and injury)

Strength: 7 (A must-have quality for a warrior.)

Coordination: 8 (The higher the difficulty of a skill, the more coordination and agility the body requires. This is your current level.)

Special Combat Skills: None.

Armor: 0.9 points (Ordinary clothing, better than nothing, serves only to cover yourself)

Weapon: None”

Rowland was very familiar with this data, because it was exactly the same as in the game 'Ancient Gods'. He had played this game for nearly ten years, and seeing it appear again now, he immediately felt right at home.

Looking at this data, he couldn’t help but sigh, “Tragic!”

In the game, a stat of 10 was the standard for an ordinary adult. But now, only his Vitality was 10, and that was thanks to Reverend Conrad’s healing spell; the rest were generally below average.

The inferior quality also left Rowland speechless. In the game, quality represented innate talent, ranked from low to high as: Inferior, Ordinary, Excellent, Elite, Legendary, Mythic.

Quality was crucial, affecting a character’s level cap, base attributes, and attribute bonuses per level.