Above The Sky

The wind and rain in Port Harrison are unpredictable, as is always the case in cities located in the tropics, with clear skies in the morning and heavy rain in the afternoon.

By contrast, so did the people in Port Harrison. Before falling asleep, Ian was just a smart and alert child, but when he woke up, Ian was already a reincarnation who broke the mystery in the womb and retrieved the memory of his past life.

"My head hurts..."

Ian opened his eyes on the half-new and old wooden bed, his blue eyes were scattered and blank, but he quickly focused on the wooden beam that had begun to mold.

The July sun was supposed to be bright, but it was blocked by a thick curtain, the room was cramped, and the air was foul.

As soon as he breathed, a piercing pain came from the depths of his head, causing tinnitus, and the slightly fishy coastal air, mixed with the slowly decaying smell of Kuchiki, poured into his nostrils.

It felt like a four-hour long ride with a motion sick person sitting next to a middle-aged aunt with bad perfume and bad body odor, chattering into her ears.

Severe stimulation came from the depths of the brain at the same time as the sensory nerves, and the unbearable nausea rushed to the throat.

Ian wanted to throw up, but there was nothing in his stomach, not even the acid. The chapped lips and dry eyeballs all prove that he has not eaten or drank for a long time, and the weak limbs and torso represent a very dangerous situation, and the body is on the critical edge.

But now must get up.

——It’s okay to say that if you don’t take in water, the body will completely lose the ability to move. If there is no help at that time, I’m afraid it will really die.

Ian struggled to get his body out of the bed.

The child's slender wrists made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and the pale, sickly skin made him even more uneasy.

At this moment, he keenly sensed that the pain in his head, in addition to the dizziness caused by thirst, was actually more caused by trauma. There was a bandage on his head, and dried blood scabs covered the wound, causing a drowsy feeling of shock. It is from that origin.

"Interesting, I was kidnapped and beaten with a sap?"

When I woke up, I was a little confused about the situation. Ian murmured in his heart: "No, just this efficiency, it's better to go to the black auxiliary engineering AI."

His occupation is an aerospace engineer at the Vacuum Propulsion Research Center of East Asia Heavy Industries, responsible for the commissioning and maintenance of the third East Asia lunar exploration rocket.

In other words, a ship tool man.

In the case of auxiliary maintenance AI, it is generally not necessary for him to actually maintain it, and the importance is even lower than that of the water dispenser. Usually, he often jokes with his colleagues to make up the number.

But going to space is a dream for Ian, who has been very curious since childhood and yearns for the sea of ​​stars.

The water dispenser is just the water dispenser, who cares!

During the routine inspection of the vent, Ian was still wondering if he would have the opportunity to work at the Seventh Space Machinery Industry Department on Mars after his training at the moon base.

The first light-speed spacecraft in human history is being built there. If you can participate in it, you will really live up to your life.

And then he wakes up right here.

"No, I've been reincarnated long ago... I just remembered now."

Raise your hand and gently press around the wound on your head.

After confirming that the wound was not purulent and swollen, Ian couldn't help frowning slightly: "The child's brain can't bear my memory, and can only recover little by little in the form of dreams and inspiration with age."

"It wasn't until after the blow on the head that I remembered everything."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he closed his eyes and carefully reviewed the memories flowing in his mind.

- to be born.

Buried in a shipwreck, the father who has never met.

A kind and hardworking mother who died prematurely due to illness.

A young brother and a ruthless stepfather who abandoned his wife and children.

Like a demon, terrifying and Damn it's uncle.

And in the end, the uncle's unforgettable pain that reminded him of everything.

It was followed by a sigh.

"Eight years is like a dream."

Ian opened his eyes, and in the darkness, a pair of crystal blue eyes shone like gems.

The boy whispered quietly: "But I've woken up."

For the reincarnated person, the most difficult thing is to accept the memory of the past. The two life experiences are like a turbulent torrent, and the weak brain of a child cannot bear it at all.

But probably because of Ian's physical talent in this life, his brain at the age of eight could withstand his two lives, at most the wound on his head hurts a little.

The stick was really strong, and now Ian's head is a little dizzy, obviously a slight concussion.

"Terra Continent, Empire, Port Harrison. White People, Psionics, Natives and Immigrants - Interesting, Otherworld or Otherworld? Otherworld I guess."

Calmly examining his current situation and extracting key words from his memory, Ian let out a deep breath, then laughed: "An Otherworld orphan, a half-mad uncle with a pedophile, it's a hell start."

"It doesn't matter, the problems that need to be solved are one after another, so it is interesting."

With such a smile, something went wrong, the corners of his dry, cracked mouth were pulled, and Ian frowned in pain.

He got out of bed and controlled his weak body to slowly move forward in the narrow and dim room. Ian relied on memory and found the water storage bucket by the stone trough by the window.

After taking a big gulp, he felt that his thinking was quicker with the water moisturizing.

It was the morning at the moment, most people were working, and my uncle was no exception. It was estimated that he would not come back until evening.

Ian lifted the curtains, the light was bright outside the window, and no one was walking on the street.

The surrounding buildings are built of gray-white strips of stone, which are rough and sturdy. The walls are covered with leaves of white vines and ivy, and the rocks under the leaves have been cracked by the sea breeze for many years, full of vicissitudes.

Along the road, you can clearly see a blue sea in the distance, fishing boats going back and forth, a scene of a classical coastal port town.

“The scenery is really nice.”

Ian looked away from the window. He lowered his head and saw himself in the reflection in the water. His tone was amazed: "But I actually look better."

From the outside, Ian is very good-looking even with a bandage with a blood scab that has turned black on his head, and even looks a little beyond gender. The boy with white hair and blue eyes is still very immature, but it is enough to see The handsome future.

"It's already very good, and the average adjuster doesn't have this level."

Ian, who is used to handsome men and beauties, can't help but nod his head. Although his appearance in this life is clean and cute, it can be considered quite good in the environment of genetic modification per capita in the previous life, but the obvious malnutrition and fatigue make him look extremely haggard.

And if you look carefully, you can only find out that there are many wounds on the boy's fair arm, the old and the new are superimposed, and it is not clear at all.

"My uncle is really good at it, I am a child under ten years old now!"

Ian frowned slightly. He turned his head sideways, pulled off his collar, and could see a blue-purple scratch on his neck above his collarbone.

The memory of his uncle grabbing his neck and slamming him to the ground came to his mind, and the brutal beating was only because Ian didn't clean the house before he got home.

——No one can clean it up. This shabby house is beginning to rot. Unless it is demolished and rebuilt, it will always have that rancid smell!

He complained in his heart that the boy's hair was a little long, covering the scars. Ian pulled his hair back, feeling that his neck was finally cool, and he could clearly see the size of the blue-purple marks.

"Well, this strength... Did Uncle Cheap really want to kill me at that time?"

He stared at the surface of the water with deep eyes, and put his hand on the collarbone, sliding sideways and pressing it all the way.

Pain came all the way.

Although covered by clothes, the boy's thin body and slender waist were covered with different shades of bruises and marks of whiplash.

Every time he touched a wound, Ian replayed the corresponding memory in his mind - he was beaten because he bought wine late, he was beaten for stammering, he was beaten with a hatchet in his left hand, and he was beaten for stepping into the door with his right foot first. ...

Although the wound on the head is the most serious, it is obvious that the boy's usual life is not very good, and even being beaten is normal.

"what……"

Finally, pressing his hand on his lower abdomen, Ian suddenly turned pale and took a breath.

The severe pain made him sweat cold.

There was a burst of excessive hunger, mixed with the tearing pain of overuse of the waist and abdomen... This is obviously the result of working for a long time without getting a rest, leaving a dark injury.

"What a sin." He snorted softly, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Ian laughed instead of annoyed.

Abuse and oppression, unreasonable beatings and scolding, and even mutilation - if I hadn't woken up by myself, maybe Ian really couldn't sleep, and would have fallen asleep.

--only.

If that's all it is, it's nothing.

He's still alive, isn't he?

Although Ian was an engineer in his previous life, he did not fail in history. Combining the memories of the eight years of this life, in this Otherworld, which was probably around the time of industrialization, there are countless children who have suffered similar encounters.

Even if it's not Port Harrison, where is the apprenticeship not treated like this? Since they lost their parents and depended on others, they should suffer, at least the uncle gave the two brothers a bite to eat.

You know, for those child laborers who entered the factory in the pre-industrial era, God knows how many people will survive - the clan rules that Bai Zhimin's blood relatives take care of is really helpful. If it is not for the uncle who is a lunatic, the two brothers can really grow up safely.

The biggest problem is still with his cheap uncle.

He's a real scumbag.

The child Ian may not understand, but according to his memory, Ian can be sure that the lame man is an underground informant of the local indigenous people, or a tool person who is being manipulated, and is keen to smoke a black mushroom extract native to the Baisen Mountains. .

This kind of addictive natural chemical substance understands everything. People who are addicted are crazy. If they cannot be treated as human beings, they are beasts.

Therefore, there are a few days every month when the uncle, who is keen to find something to beat him, will hide in his room and smoke mushrooms, enjoying the drunken life and dreaming of death. It was a rare time for Ian to breathe and rest in the past.

In the past, in order to smoke mushrooms, the man had no money left, and often needed to borrow money from Ian's parents.

And after Ian's parents passed away, because of blood and the white people's custom of "blood is the most important", he had to adopt two brothers, which was not only a waste of his time, but also a waste of the few money he used to buy black mushroom extract to enjoy.

The clansmen watched, he couldn't get rid of this responsibility, plus some personal reasons, so this man was always angrily violent to Brother Ian, venting this resentment.

"Who can stand this!"

Recalling this, Ian can't help but complain.

Before he regained his memory, Ian, who was just a child, couldn't stand this kind of beating and scolding for no reason at all, and was afraid of his own death.

The boy even secretly hid a thaler silver coin in the corner, ready to find a chance to escape.

Although somewhat naive, it is also a choice and courage.

Replaced by the current Ian, I am afraid that a similar move will be made, at most more perfect.

Only a fool wants to live under the same roof with such a lunatic!

It's just that the real highlight isn't these.

As he mused, Ian recalled a few more important bits and pieces from his memory.

"Good guy."

Brows furrowed, Ian couldn't help straightening his back, and he looked towards the room on the other side.

It was the room of my two-year-old brother.

Even if he is being abused, Ian can smile indifferently - a person is so low-quality that he will be violent to children, what else can he do? Had to obey him because he was terminally ill with cancer.

If you are not in a hurry, collect evidence and report it to the elders in the clan or the city guards. If the situation is critical, run away by yourself. Anyway, if my uncle wants to suck mushrooms, there will always be time for him to prepare.

He is not a real child, he has two lifetimes, a violent child abuser, there are ways to deal with it, so naturally it doesn't matter.

but now.

"Indigenous... trade... young children... blood sacrifices... sacrifices?!"

Ian, who recalled many details, brought anger into his tone for the first time: "This bastard, he actually wants to sacrifice a child?!"