Demon Hunter and His Hut

I don't know how long it took, Roger suffered repeatedly in the abyss of pain, at this moment, he even wished that he could die immediately.

Finally, the effect of the pain potion ended, and he struggled to get up, but after several trials, he couldn't control his body.

The medicine completely destroyed the muscle fibers. At this time, the pain in the body was far greater than the effect of any previous exercise. In the past, he might have fainted.

But without contrast there is no harm.

Compared with the situation just now, this time is already extremely mild.

It took more than ten minutes before he climbed into the small bed not far away, let go of the last precaution in his heart, and did not care about setting the alarm clock. His eyes darkened and he completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up, it was already bright outside, and Roger was startled, and he propped himself up from the bed.

"my power?"

He was stunned for a while, and his strength unexpectedly increased explosively. Roger couldn't help shivering when he saw the empty test tube on the ground.

He really didn't want to experience the feeling that life was worse than death.

"How is it possible that someone can make precise movements after taking the pain medicine?"

It's scary to think about it, what a powerful mind and control over the body can do.

The current him, let alone making moves in general swordsmanship, even normal movement is worse than death.

"Am I doing something wrong?"

"This difficulty is too scary for a novice, right?"

Roger wasn't a tough guy, but he didn't think the pain he endured last night was just an appetizer.

"It's a focus medicine!"

He slapped his thigh sharply.

The effect of the concentration potion amplifies his physical perception and mental concentration, which is equivalent to a catalyst, amplifying the pain sensation countless times.

"You really won't die if you don't die."

"Would you like to experiment next time with just the pain potion?"

"It's another day..."

Roger thought with lingering fears.

Looking at the time, it is estimated that it is almost seven o'clock outside, and when I go back, I will inevitably be complained.

Shaking his head helplessly, Roger hurriedly packed all the instruments, changed his clothes, and hurried home.

Nothing happened on the road, he was full of energy, his speed was obviously much faster, and the effect of the pain medicine was indeed remarkable.

But the cost is also extremely high.

Maybe this is the inevitable result of quickly breaking the state of the body.

The growth of strength is a slow process. Through alchemy, Roger quickly crossed this accumulation process, but he also paid a heavy price.

After being in the car all night, the big red-faced man felt extremely tired when he woke up, but at this moment, he saw Roger running over leisurely from a distance.

"When did this kid go out?"

The red-faced man's face changed suddenly, "Could this kid have discovered me?"

"A normal high school student, how is this possible?"

To Roger's relief, before dawn, Andreen went out early and avoided questioning him, but Amanda didn't look so happy.

In her opinion, this is a vicious act of an ally acting secretly behind her back.

"Where have you been?"

During the meal, Amanda asked in a low voice.

"I suspected someone was following me, so I experimented carefully."

"what?"

Amanda's face changed, and Roger's attention was successfully attracted.

This is what Roger wanted to reveal to Amanda after careful consideration. It was naturally inconvenient for him to say clearly about Ivy, but he did need to remind Amanda.

From various indications,

I am afraid that these three holy spirits are not good men and women, and when they can't find a breakthrough point here, they may attack the people around them.

But for the time being, that doesn't seem to happen.

With a sense of crisis, Roger quietly touched the pain potion in his pocket. If he wanted to become stronger, he naturally had to suffer the pain that matched it.

After dinner, Amanda and Jack went to school, and Roger stayed home alone when he noticed a new reminder on the notice board in his head.

General Swordsmanship LV1: The basic moves of swordsmanship have been initially mastered, and the corresponding training can be completed independently and persistently. After reaching a certain level, you may be able to comprehend the essence of it.

Elf Short Sword Technique LV1: Combining elegance and slaughter, taking into account both physical training and certain fighting skills, your mastery of short swords is far beyond that of normal people.

"There is actually a corresponding level?"

Roger was stunned for a moment. The Nilfgaard body strengthening technique he practiced before had never had a similar prompt. I don't know if the level was too low or it was relatively simple.

In fact, the two swordsmanship that Roger is practicing now can only be regarded as a practice method, not a real fighting skill. The elf short swordsmanship is slightly better, while the general swordsmanship has few actual combat moves.

It only allows practitioners to temper their own strength and strengthen their physique.

Seems like skill doesn't matter much before becoming a true witcher.

If you think about it, it does make sense.

This is like when playing a game, there are no skill points in the early stage, and there is no harm in accumulating power to increase the output after all.

When he started to practice again, Roger did not take the concentration potion, but diluted the pain potion and drank it, and started exercising in the room.

Compared with last night, Roger took the initiative to dilute the efficacy of the medicine again, and the pain was indeed greatly reduced, but it was almost the limit he could bear.

The pain potion itself has a part of the regeneration function, but Roger has been cultivating, and the recovery of his body can't keep up.

He gritted his teeth and continued to exercise frantically as long as his body could still move.

In this way, the whole day passed silently, lying in bed at night, the severe pain prevented him from sleeping, and the GM originally parked on the street disappeared.

Roger's heart sank, and some bad thoughts came into his mind.

"What if the other party forcibly broke in while there was no one at home during the day?"

With this thought in his mind, his drowsiness disappeared immediately.

"No, I can't continue to wait like this. I must take the initiative to attack, at least I need to understand the strength of the opponent!"

The next day, after Andreen left, he rode his bike to the center of the town, bought the things he needed, and met Greg on the road. With a move, he walked to Greg and said something in a low voice.

It didn't take long for Greg, who had a big shoulder and a round waist, to walk in the direction pointed by Roger. There, the face of the red-faced man hiding in the car changed.

When he finally finished dealing with Greg and raised his head, there was still Roger around.

As the sun went down, Roger returned home on time. During the conversation, Roger noticed Andreen's undisguised disgust for the so-called lawyer Ivy sent.

After dinner, he went to bed early.

At midnight, Roger got up and changed into black clothes, jumped down the window, made no secret of his tracks, and rushed straight to the woods.

Dark clouds covered the moonlight.

The hunt has begun.