William Clark sat silently in a corner of the sofa, recalling the content he had translated yesterday.

Today was Sunday, and some relatives had come to visit.

It was Second Uncle and his son, Charles Clark.

Charles Clark was nineteen this year, a year older than him, but looked refined, wore a pair of square-framed glasses, and sat next to his father without saying a word, just looking down at the foreign language vocabulary book in his hands.

Second Uncle David Clark sipped tea while frowning and discussing with Dad how to handle Grandpa’s situation.

In his opinion, Grandpa was getting old, and after this latest incident, it was time to make a will. How to divide the family property, what opinions the siblings had—everything needed to be coordinated.

There was also a more practical issue: Grandpa’s burial plot needed to be bought soon, and who should pay for it. If everyone was to share the cost, how should it be divided?

After all, some people’s financial situation was really bad, and they couldn’t contribute much.

Even though Grandpa was still alive, what Second Uncle worried about wasn’t his health, but how to divide the inheritance and who would pay for the expenses.

Dad Edward Clark looked a bit upset, rarely spoke while sitting there, mostly just listened.

William Clark didn’t have a good impression of Second Uncle’s family.

His cousin Charles Clark and cousin Olivia Clark hung out with a group of friends, and because their families were much better off, the places they frequented were either bars or KTVs.

He’d even occasionally heard that they went on self-funded solo hiking trips, treating it as a way to toughen themselves.

The circles they played in and the things they did were all a notch above William Clark.

William Clark usually just hung out with a few other cousins, going to arcades and internet cafes—those were the most common places for him.

So even though the two were the same generation and similar in age, they had absolutely nothing in common to talk about when sitting together.

The glances Charles Clark occasionally cast his way also seemed to suggest he didn’t exist.

This guy was a good student, a top performer in his class. It was said that in the last senior year mock exam, he ranked tenth in the entire grade at their school.

You had to know that Charles Clark’s school, Huaisha No.1 High School, was one of the top high schools in the area. It was on a completely different level from the regular Huian High School where William Clark studied.

Fortunately, since the other party acted like he didn’t exist, William Clark was happy to ignore him as well.

Right now, his mind was completely absorbed in the book from his dreams.

The content he had translated earlier still flashed before his eyes.

‘...Since a long time ago, I, Lawell, a Level Two Imperial Swordsman, have wanted to leave behind a legacy memoir for myself.’

‘I once fought on the Shaen battlefield, defeating seven elite enemy soldiers in a row. Although I never mastered the supernatural, I fully deserve my Level Two rating.

Now, I am old, back in my hometown, and in this moment of despair, I want to leave behind the last trace of my existence...’

‘...Even now, in my eyes, I can still see the explosions as fire devours the outpost, shells flying through the sky, cold weapons flashing as they clash, and the occasional collision of my armor with my comrades’.

Some fall, some rise again, the tower shields ahead constantly echo with deafening impacts, and the pillar-like smoke connects and rushes toward the sky. I am not afraid of death, but I do not want to die without value...’

That was all there was.

Everything William Clark had translated amounted to just this, combined with the dictionary he had bought and some grammar materials he had found online. He had refined the sentences, and the information he got was just this.

“This is a book left behind by a warrior who absolutely fought on the battlefield,” he concluded.

After days of intense study, William Clark could now grasp some basic vocabulary of the ancient Grein language.

He had thrown himself into translation almost day and night.

In his spare time, he frantically memorized and recited Grein vocabulary and grammar.

He swore he had never been this obsessed, never so crazily in love with learning. The books in his dreams were like deadly poppies, carrying an alluring fragrance and attraction.

He was desperate to know what a Level Two Swordsman represented, and whether that swordsmanship manual really contained methods for sword training.

“Judging by those diagrams I saw before, it might really be possible to learn sword techniques from it,” William Clark thought to himself.

“William Clark? William Clark??”

Suddenly, a voice called him back from his thoughts.

William Clark snapped out of it and saw Charles Clark frowning at him, as if he had called him several times.

“What is it?” he quickly replied.

“What review materials do you need? I have some extras here, you can make copies if you want,” Charles Clark said calmly.

William Clark was stunned for a moment and glanced at his Dad.

It was obvious that Charles Clark wouldn’t have said this on his own; it must have been his Dad Edward Clark who asked.

With the college entrance exam approaching, Edward Clark was getting anxious, seeing his son’s grades stuck in the middle. He probably wanted to get some tips from Charles Clark.

But William Clark wasn’t interested at all.

He had memories from his previous life and was far more mature than the average student. The only reason his grades were average was because he didn’t want to study.

As for the regular exam-oriented education here, William Clark had no interest in it and didn’t approve of it. He basically thought it was a waste of time.

The only reason he maintained a mediocre level was out of consideration for his parents’ expectations, so he put in a little effort.