My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

In the room, Geralt took off his upper body clothes and raised his arms. He frowned slightly as he looked at the blood-producing wounds on his arms.

The wound was not long, but about two fingers deep, and there was no sign of stopping the bleeding at this time.

Judging from his demon hunter physique that has undergone a second mutation and his past experience, this is extremely abnormal.

The skin of second-level melee extraordinary beings is already very tough, and their defense is almost comparable to that of first-level monsters. Small-caliber firearms can no longer cause fatal injuries to them unless they hit vulnerable parts such as the eyes. This is something that high-level extraordinary beings rarely equip. Firearms reason.

'Kraun weapons are not forged from Valyrian steel and there is no reason to cause such a deep wound. The bleeding didn't stop. Could it be that he had insidiously applied medicine to his weapon? ’

‘No, I have a strong resistance to poisons and the like, so I won’t be infected. Could it be that I have applied powerful blood-activating drugs? He was also an excellent herbalist and could probably tinker with something like this. ’

The witcher thought as he licked his wound and savored the taste of blood.

There is no other smell. What is going on? He couldn't figure it out and scratched his snow-colored hair hard.

"Alan, help me find some hemostatic ointment. The wound is in some trouble."

The apprentices took out their bags containing medicine and walked over and asked puzzledly: "Do you still need medicine?"

In his impression, his teacher would only use hemostatic ointment unless he had a huge wound on his body that needed stitching and bandaging. Generally, small wounds would stop bleeding naturally quickly.

"I don't know why, but the wound stopped bleeding much slower than before." Geralt put his arm close to his eyes.

Allen opened his eyes for a moment and found that it was indeed the case.

He placed his luggage on the table and quickly found the ointment he needed: "Teacher, let me apply it for you."

The witcher nodded slightly and straightened his arms.

Ten minutes later, Geralt looked at the wound that had just stopped bleeding, his eyebrows knotted.

In the past, if hemostatic cream was applied to such a small wound, it would only take one minute to completely stop the bleeding, but now the effect is too poor.

‘Why, I have to ask tomorrow. ’

. . . .

Gold filled Crown's vision, and a magnificent and dreamy purple handwriting appeared on the top of the golden wall.

[Basic Swordsmanship: Extreme Realm]

(Special Effect I: The heart of the sword is clear, you can understand the secrets of swordsmanship, use sword weapons to cause more damage, greatly speed up the learning of other swordsmanship, and increase the power of other swordsmanship;

Special effect II: Armor breaking, when using sword weapons, it can more easily penetrate the enemy's defense and armor;

Special Effect III: Sharp, when using sword weapons to cause direct damage, it can tear the enemy's wounds, making it difficult to heal.

Rating: The skill is close to the Tao. )

After standing still for a moment, Crown clenched his fists. There was only one thought in his mind at this time: Brother, I am stronger!

It turns out that the upper level of blue skills is purple. It turns out that the limit is not the end of the skill. It turns out that basic skills can become so powerful when practiced to the extreme.

Leaving aside the two extra special effects for basic swordsmanship, the words in the special effect Sword Heart Clarity 'greatly accelerates the speed of learning other swordsmanship and increases the power of other swordsmanship' made him very excited.

Because from here he saw the infinite possibilities brought about by the superposition of multiple skill effects.

calm down! I wouldn't be so excited about such a small achievement.

"Haha", he stroked his chest, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before suppressing the turbulent emotion of "wanting to go to heaven and stand side by side with the sun".

Crown continued to look down, with a smile on his face and his eyes shining like stars in the sky.

[Fire Breath: 6/7000; Level 2] (Your skin has been tempered during the operation of the breathing method, and is now as tough as cowhide; injecting the fiery life source into the weapon can add fire element damage)

[Fire Cross: 1327/2000; Level 1]

[Cross Sword: 1239/5000; Level 3]

Skill upgrading is a qualitative leap after the accumulation of proficiency, and his strength will usher in a period of rapid growth.

Starting from tomorrow, I will practice breathing techniques during the day to train the Cross Sword. At the same time, I can see how powerful the special effect of the sword's clear heart is. In the evening, I will use up my proficiency in the Liver Golden Light Curse as much as possible.

I really want to see what kind of special effects this skill will have after it is upgraded.

Crown has the greatest expectations for this skill with a ‘zero level’ stage, which is also the only skill he brought from the previous world.

After making his decision, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate on the Golden Light Mantra.

A night of silence.

At five o'clock in the morning, Crown woke up from his sleep, washed himself and drank a bottle of holy water.

Unknowingly, the holy water has become his energy-replenishing drink.

Afterwards, he returned to bed and started a beautiful day by visualizing the Golden Light Mantra.

After meditating on the Great Zhoutian for three days, he was no longer tired, and his mental and physical conditions were adjusted to their optimal state.

He took the one-handed sword and the small leather bag containing supplies and left the room, heading towards the church door.

. . . .

Crown walked to the tower and took a look. He saw that the people on duty above were all wearing fur coats, their furs were stained with dew, and no one was lazy and sleeping.

"Squeak", he gently pushed open the small door of the wooden house next to him and saw Nick sitting in a chair meditating in full body armor. The flame pattern on the matte silver armor flickered and faded with the owner's breath, showing an orange-red color. Halo, looks radiant.

The priest was the only one in the cabin, and he felt a little strange. Normally, an ordinary person would be assigned to help with the night watch at night.

Seeing that the other party was still meditating, he put the leather bag and weapons on the table, pulled a chair and sat cross-legged at the door, continuing to meditate on the golden light spell.

He is now a true master of time management, and every second counts. The ever-increasing proficiency on the golden wall brings him a full sense of satisfaction and a great sense of security.

Only when you have strength can you be fearless.

Nick fell into deep meditation at this time, but he was not completely unaware of the outside world.

The ability to divide the mind into two tasks and to remain alert to the outside world while recovering from meditation was a subject he had been training since he was selected as an apprentice to an exorcist priest.

Their training also included being able to fall asleep in a noisy and chaotic environment, while being required to wake up to the sound of a coin falling to the floor.

The purpose of this is to deal with being attacked by monsters or enemies when a single person is performing a long-term, high-intensity battle.

Someone entered the room and stopped at the door, and the priest knew all this.

This was the territory of the church, and the visitors did not enter his absolute warning range, so he did not end his meditation.

An hour and a half later, Nick ended his meditation.

Almost at the same time, Crown also ended his visualization. His time was up and the sun was about to rise.

"How did you sleep last night?" The priest said with a smile after seeing clearly who the visitor was.

"Very good. I haven't slept that long in several days."

"Did you find a witcher for training last night?"

Crown nodded.

"I guess you won't be able to sleep peacefully without a fight. What's the result?" After saying that, the priest stood up and picked up the water glass on the table and drank from it.

Geralt should have given him a hard lesson last night. Just as Nick was thinking about it, a flash of orange-red light lit up his eyes.