Who Am I?

Italino?

The name of this One-Eyed Serpent Giant is quite peculiar.

Upon hearing the call in his ear, Ailin didn't stop. After a second of random thoughts, he hurriedly ran out of the tent without looking back.

Since it's highly likely to be a cutscene for a treasure chest, time is running out.

Having just finished praising that Shagdarzhab, the time it would take for the One-Eyed Serpent Giant to drag him out for "class" was too long.

Based on past experience, the cutscene for the treasure chest will probably end in just a few seconds.

This amount of time might not even be enough for him to run this far. Look at those One-Eyed Serpent Giant outside, how they teach the cubs the Path of the Beast Roar.

Who has time to go back and figure out which One-Eyed Serpent Giant Italino is?

Does he deserve it?

therefore...

"Knock knock knock~"

The Witcher's pace quickened.

In the blink of an eye.

He was only a few steps away from the sunlight filtering through the tent.

But just at that moment.

"Italino, why are you running? Come back!" The old voice behind him was urgent.

The Witcher froze, sensing something was wrong.

"That voice seems to be calling me..."

However, the tent entrance was right in front of them.

He gritted his teeth and took two more steps, about to lift the animal skin door awning.

"Italino!!!"

Suddenly, a furious roar came from beside me.

The next second.

The Witcher felt a sudden tightness on the back of his neck and was thrown into the air.

A giant, one-eyed creature suddenly appeared before them.

It directly occupied two-thirds of the Witcher's field of vision.

Ailin's gaze unconsciously shifted downwards.

It was a very majestic, One-Eyed Serpent Giant with a thick, goat-like black beard on his chin.

There was also a pinkish scar on his face that looked like it had just healed, which made him look even more ferocious and menacing.

At this moment.

He was glaring angrily at the Witcher:

"The High Priest is calling you, didn't you hear him, you brat?"

"On such an important day, can't you give me a break?"

Italino really was me...

Ailin thought to himself.

When he called out the second time, he became somewhat suspicious.

After all, it seemed that he was the only one running inside the animal skin cloak at that time.

He glanced sideways at the heavy porch door so close to his eyeball, feeling the tightness and pulling sensation at the back of his neck. After a sigh in his heart, he felt somewhat lost.

Grass!

This really isn't a cutscene!

What is this place?

How did he get here in the blink of an eye?

"..."

The Cyclops was still roaring.

However, to avoid saying anything he shouldn't, the Witcher pretended to be dead without uttering a sound, hoping to get away with it.

Unexpectedly, after the One-Eyed Serpent Giant roared a few more times, it swung its right arm and lifted the heavy canopy.

A blinding light suddenly shone directly in from outside.

at the same time.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

A desolate roar rose and fell.

Once the Witcher's eyes adjusted to the blinding light, his azure Cat Eyes immediately narrowed into a vertical line.

At the foot of the majestic, snow-capped mountains.

Oversized cages made of thick wood were scattered throughout the open, green meadow; at a glance, there were two or three hundred of them.

Inside, a gigantic beast with gleaming silver fur, resembling a Yeti from a strange tale from a past life, roared.

These behemoths are twice the height of an average adult snake giant.

Moreover, its aura is extremely powerful.

With a little perception, the Witcher could tell that the Drowners King was definitely no match for this kind of monster.

He now understands why each cub needs three or four adult One-Eyed Serpent Giant to accompany it.

The moment a cage nearby was opened, three One-Eyed Serpent Giant rushed forward and quickly and skillfully subdued the "snow monster," rendering it unable to move.

Then one of the One-Eyed Serpent Giant roared.

The "Yeti's" eyes immediately turned red.

"Roar!"

Amidst furious roars, the adult serpent giant gestured with its hands, while the cubs, bewildered yet excited, brandished their daggers and began to perform live dissections.

The spray of bright red blood stained the bodies of several One-Eyed Serpent Giant, including the cubs, completely red.

Bloody and cruel.

The key point is that it wasn't just this one; amidst screams and howls, hundreds of Yetis were slaughtered simultaneously.

A wild and untamed atmosphere arose spontaneously, causing Ailin to gasp involuntarily.

"Finished watching?"

A cold voice suddenly came from behind.

Upon hearing this, the Witcher was immediately reminded of his own predicament by the magnificent and wild scenery.

Is it pretty?

Ailin didn't even have time to reply.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The Witcher was struck hard in the buttocks.

"Ah--"

The Witcher, who never expected to receive such treatment again after so many years, was stunned for a moment before involuntarily screaming in agony.

Grass!

This is definitely not a cutscene!!!

Which cutscene could cause this Witcher, whose average stats are already over 50, to feel so much pain?

There's no doubt that this technique is imbued with magic or some special skill.

He felt as if his buttocks were about to split open; this was the kind of pain he experienced Trial of Grasses.

The Witcher thought that if there was another hit, he might pass out.

Even more deadly is...

Ailin tried to struggle, but his restrained body seemed to be bound by steel, and he didn't move an inch.

This One-Eyed Serpent Giant is very strong, extremely strong!

fortunately.

"Alright, Itali," the aged voice suddenly rang out, stopping the One-Eyed Serpent Giant known as "Itali," "It's normal for children to be playful. Bring him over quickly, don't waste time."

"Yes, High Priest." Itali then released Ailin and put him down.

He looked at the swaying, unsteady witcher and muttered a curse under his breath:

"Stop pretending. With the High Priest right in front of me, I didn't even use any strength."

"I wasn't faking it at all!" Ailin roared in his mind upon hearing this.

However, in order not to be noticed, he could only grit his teeth and stand up, pretending to be nonchalant, and follow Itali's footsteps.

but.

He was relieved that he didn't have to take a second heavy blow.

at the same time.

He was still thinking...

Itali... Italino... these two names sound very similar...

"Could it be that the image he currently projects in the eyes of the One-Eyed Serpent Giant is actually the child of this incredibly powerful One-Eyed Serpent Giant?" Ailin wondered to himself. "And who is Italino? Is he the identity of the One-Eyed Nekker he killed in his previous life?"

"In addition..."

"Since 'I' also here to attend class with those cubs, why can't I leave?"

Where are they taking me this time?

Countless questions arose and disappeared in his mind.

"Knock knock knock~"

The elderly One-Eyed Serpent Giant, known as the High Priest, walked at the front, with Itali following behind.

The witcher has to hurry to catch up.

A short while later.

The three of them walked to another exit of the huge beast-shaped cloak, but this exit did not lead to the lush, sunny outdoors, but to a cave.

A very large cave.

However, before he could examine it closely, his gaze was suddenly drawn to the center of the cave.

Under the flickering flames of the torches on both sides.

A gleaming gold mine breathes within a massive cage, reflecting a hazy golden light.

Only when they got closer did the witcher realize...

This is not a breathing gold mine; it is clearly some kind of giant beast with golden fur.

Although their colors and fur vary greatly, and their sizes are enormous, almost like a small mountain.

But with thick limbs, broad shoulders and a powerful build...

Upon closer inspection, it clearly resembles the "Yeti" outside the tent.

"Go stand next to the King Kano Beast. If you misbehave again, watch out for your soft scales after this is over!"

Itali gently nudged the witcher's back, making him stand at the feet of the giant beast.

The overwhelming sense of pressure suddenly became even clearer.

The sheer power of this aura was no less than that of the dragon head at the entrance of the School of the Wolf's conference room, and even surpassed it in quantity.

A strong sense of crisis made him want to escape.

"This King Kano is definitely not a monster I can deal with!" Ailin immediately realized his own limitations.

However, he managed to suppress the intense fear of fleeing and stopped in his tracks.

It's not that I'm afraid of the "soft scales" that Itali mentioned being attacked...

Rather, he could see great benefits in it.

No need to think about it carefully.

The Path of the Beast Roar that this King Kano was inspired by is definitely quite different from those "Yeti" that might be called Cano outside.

I just don't know...

In this place that seems both real and dreamlike, will I actually be able to obtain this benefit?

"Very good! Keep it like this!" The high priest opened the cage, glanced at the demon hunter who was trying to remain calm, and praised him, "Itali had a tough time hunting this King Kano. After getting separated from his people, he spent a whole month drinking snow water and eating frozen jerky in the towering mountains..."

"In the end, I almost didn't make it back..."

Ailin glanced instinctively at the huge scar on Itali's face.

really.

No matter how powerful the One-Eyed Serpent Giant may be, its head, which houses its brain, is a fatal location.

This scar is extremely dangerous.

Itali noticed Ailin's gaze, and seemingly a little uncomfortable, tilted his head away to avoid the scar on his face. He then walked into the cage, snorted coldly, and said defiantly:

"King Kano isn't difficult to deal with. If he hadn't ambushed me from the snow, I could have captured him alive with one hand..."

At this moment.

Itali seemed to have thought of something.

After a pause, he looked at Ailin again and warned him fiercely:

Don't follow my example!

"Once separated from your hunting party, you are not allowed to hunt on your own!"

"Otherwise, I'll break your legs!"

"Do you understand?"

Ailin was taken aback when she was stared at by a fierce-looking one-eyed creature.

He never expected that, as an orphan in two lifetimes, the first time he would experience fatherly love would be from a one-eyed monster.

Although the object of this fatherly love was not actually him.

The tension that had been building up inside him due to the current dangerous situation inexplicably eased.

"I understand," Ailin said, uttering her first words upon arriving in this "world."

Itali was taken aback by what he heard.

"Hahaha~" The High Priest laughed heartily, "It's good that you've become sensible, it's good that you've become sensible..."

"Is this what you call being sensible?" The Witcher was completely baffled. "Just how naughty was Italino before?"

"Hmph!" Itali, snapping back to reality by the high priest's words, unconsciously let out a cold snort.

But the cold snort only got halfway out of his nasal cavity before it stopped for some reason.

He then looked at Ailin somewhat awkwardly:

"Remember what I taught you yesterday, or else... or else... you'd better watch out..."

What you taught me?

The Witcher was taken aback by what he heard.

What did you teach me?

But when he looked up in confusion, Itali had already bowed and turned his head to look at the high priest, respectfully saying:

"Please begin, Great Sacrifice."

The high priest narrowed his single eye, nodded with a chuckle, and then opened his mouth:

"Drink~"

This subtle, almost imperceptible shout was uttered.

The golden-haired monster known as King Kano was instantly awakened from its slumber.

In an instant, its fur changed from a brilliant gold to a blood-red hue.

"Roar~"

The roar that shook the entire cave was deafening.

The already immense pressure now felt like the towering Blue Mountains pressing down on the Witcher.

It made it hard for him to breathe.

"Hold on!" Itali roared at the witcher. "Do as I taught you yesterday!"

Grass!

What did you teach Italino yesterday? How should I know?

But at this point, even if he wanted to ask, he couldn't, regardless of the suspicion surrounding his identity.

Under the heavy pressure, the veins on the Witcher's forehead throbbed like silkworms.

He clenched his teeth, unable to even open his mouth.

They could only watch helplessly as Itali roared, his body glowing red, and leaped high into the air, level with the monster's head.

Immediately afterwards.

Compared to the massive King Kano, its swing was like a one-year-old child's tiny fist hitting an adult male elephant.

However.

It was this seemingly overconfident punch that, after being thrown, produced a series of explosions in the air.

Even just as it was about to smash into the giant beast's head, a blood-red fist, magnified ten times, faintly appeared.

The witchers who witnessed this scene couldn't help but widen their eyes in astonishment.

The next moment.

A giant, blood-red fist slammed into King Kano's head.

With a loud "boom".

King Kano, who had just woken up, had his face ripple like water on a lake.

Cloudy, bloody saliva spurted from the sharp teeth.

The enormous King Kano was knocked to the ground.

The ferocious beast face, twice the size of Ailin, slammed down within two steps of him.

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently.

"Now, Italino, hurry!" Itali and the High Priest urged anxiously at the same time.

The Witcher was now completely bewildered and at a loss.

What's so fast?

What should I do?

He sensed things were going to go wrong.

"Etc!"

The Witcher suddenly remembered what the One-Eyed Serpent Giant cubs outside the tent had been doing.

On a sudden impulse, he was about to pull out Elsa to dissect King Kano and get away with it.

But to my surprise, I grasped nothing.

This wasn't because Ailin hadn't grasped the sword, but because he had suddenly lost control of his body, as if he had been frozen.

At this moment.

King Kano's eyelids trembled, as if he was about to wake up from his coma.

The oppressive atmosphere seemed to freeze the air.

"What to do?"

Although he had never encountered any life-threatening danger while unpacking a box before, at this moment he truly felt like he was helpless and his life was hanging by a thread.

"Phew~"

Suddenly, a sigh echoed in his mind.

Ailin was stunned.

Then he saw his own hands, as if they were being dipped into some kind of liquid, reaching into King Kano's forehead.

"Homage to Shagdarzhab, god of roar, hunting, and taming..."

He shouted devoutly in a complex voice that was unfamiliar, youthful yet weathered, and seemed to carry a hint of nostalgia.

"Roar--"

King Kano's eyes widened in a ferocious, terrified gaze.

The next second.

A scorching heat, like molten lava, surged from his palm into the Witcher's body like a flood.

Consciousness was instantly pushed to its limit.

Before falling into a coma.

He saw himself reflected in King Kano's beastly eyes.

A One-Eyed Serpent Giant looking at himself with pity.

He saw him raise his head and look at Itali and the High Priest.

Longing, sadness, grief, and guilt.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Then...

Everything went black.

He fainted.