In the heart of Oldtown, a 25-year-old surgical postgraduate wakes up to a new life – an orphan under the watchful eye of the Seven-Pointed Star faith. His destiny? The Citadel, the place where orphans in Oldtown are drafted, provided they can read. The kicker? He's not just any orphan; he's a reincarnation rocking black hair, black eyes, and a foreign look that screams Summer Islander or, worse, Dornish.
Yet, he's not traversing this journey solo. Meet his trusty sidekick – an AI chip. A genuine sidekick indeed, fuelled by his senses and memories, processing information based on his mind. At the end of the day, it's akin to a helper, a SIRI on steroids, competent as any normal person but tirelessly working double time with no breaks. Though it is robotic in nature.
His thoughts. -"I am confident as fuck because I am a healer centuries ahead with metaknowledge and AI chip. Oh! I have no magical bloodline and most of my modern knowledge is useless without the support of the said modern society. Yes, I am very confident even despite it being a few years before the Great council, with a Dance on horizon.
Fuck! "
Stay tune as he progresses through different culture, different religion in a different world as a foreigner smallfolk from birth to adulthood in midst of emerging civil war filled with dancing dragons about to tear each other over the sky
{Dynamics between Mc and AI: AI is like a SIRI in apple phone. Only as competent as a normal person, not OP chip like Warlock's AI. The chip is my Mc's sidekick.}
-Joke time: Fucking Apple, hurry up and develop super AI for my successor in reincarnation.