Lucas knew without doubt that the feat he had just achieved was only possible because of two things, his knowledge of the future, and his relentless mind that could dissect, recall, and restructure information faster than most scholars. Every formula, every fragment of theory, every obscure treatise he had once read and tucked away in the recesses of his memory, now rose to the surface when he needed it most. He was not just surviving in this new life, he was thriving, wielding the accumulated wisdom of two timelines.
In his past life, he had been held back not by his determination but by circumstance. His family had not been wealthy, and no matter how sharp his mind was, the gates of the great academies had been closed to him, talent without resources was useless. Without the coin for enrollment, without the connections to be noticed, he had been forced to learn at the edges of knowledge, scavenging scraps of wisdom like a beggar picking through markets.
