Attributes Breaking Ninety, the Threshold
He declined Vesemir's duel invitation, citing his recent recovery from weakness and physical discomfort.
The Witcher Master is currently experiencing a rapid increase in attributes, and is in a state of high spirits, excitement, and eagerness to try.
Ailin didn't want to interrupt this state and bring him back to that sorrowful look he had not long ago, lamenting the fleeting nature of time and the replacement of the old with the new.
Although Vesemir was not young, he still looked like a robust and upright man.
For him, it was too early to wallow in sorrow for spring and autumn.
"Bang!"
The wooden door was closed.
Ailin twitched his ears and heard Vesemir's eager footsteps as he headed east instead of returning to his room. He silently lit a candle for the young witcher in his heart.
"Hopefully Vesemir will show some mercy and not actually leave Ernie and the other seven behind five times in a row by himself..."
"The children have all grown up and they also care about their image."
With a smug look on his face, Ailin took a deep breath and opened the Witcher's Handbook again.
Name: Ailin
[HP: 100%, Stamina: 680/680, MP: 840/840]
[Attributes: Strength 80, Agility 64, Constitution 68, Perception 85, Mysticism 84]
[Affinity: Water 13 (Magic Source - Water 3%), Earth 18 (Magic Source - Earth 8%), Wind 10 (Magic Source - Wind 0%), Fire 10 (Magic Source - Fire 0%), Space 2]
Strength, perception, and mysticism have all exceeded eighty, and are not far from one hundred...
It could even be said that in this upgrade, unless all those unfamiliar Essence Fluid were used to replenish agility and constitution, one of these three attributes would inevitably exceed one hundred.
One hundred is always a sensitive number.
The example of Vesemir encountering a bottleneck in his perception just past eighty and struggling to improve is still fresh in our minds.
"I need to be careful when choosing the Essence Fluid..."
Ailin brought up his inventory, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the various @#￥%&'s Element, cores, essences, and Essence Fluid.
[Inventory: @#￥%&'s Element @#￥%&*1, Summoning Ritual's Flesh Core *1, Heart Essence Fluid of Corpse Lord *1, Monster's Nest's Core Nucleus *5, Spiked Fiend's Heart Essence Fluid *7, Grave Hag's Heart Essence Fluid *1]
With a furrowed brow and a moment of contemplation, his attention involuntarily drew to a blood-red fleshy ball with rippled patterns.
Apart from the Spiked Fiend's Heart Essence Fluid, all the other unused items were untouched, except for the Monster's Nest, which contained five portions.
With such a large quantity, it's essential to test the increase or decrease of attributes beforehand.
Furthermore, having consumed so much Essence Fluid and Purification Spirit, Ailin already had some guesses about the connection between the attributes enhanced by Essence Fluid and Purification Spirit and his original body.
He guessed that the main attribute boosted in Monster's Nest, which purely produces ghouls and has almost no offensive capabilities, should be constitution.
This is currently the safest attribute for Ailin.
"Bite!"
[Use Monster's Nest's Core Nucleus *1?]
A soft, fleshy, gelatinous substance appeared on his tongue. The moment he instinctively bit it off, a strong metallic taste surged into his nasal cavity.
It was as if concentrated, thick blood with a sweet and pungent smell had spurted out instantly.
It was the first time he had ever tasted the essence of a monster in solid form. The novel and strange taste caught Ailin off guard and almost made him vomit.
But the next second...
As the filling was bitten out, the gelatinous substance melted in the mouth, seemingly turning into thick blood.
Then it slides down the esophagus.
Although the taste is disgusting, the Monster's Nest's Core Nucleus does not have any strange side effects such as being cold, hot, or becoming ethereal.
I felt almost nothing unusual.
Ailin felt his heart beat slightly faster, and a warm current surged through his limbs and bones.
[Attributes: Strength 80, Agility 64, Constitution 73 (+5), Perception 85, Mysticism 84]
[Affinity: Water 14 (Magic Source - Water 4%) (+1), Earth 19 (Magic Source - Earth 9%) (+1), Wind 10 (Magic Source - Wind 0%), Fire 10 (Magic Source - Fire 0%), Space 2]
Five points for physical fitness!
This is the attribute he needs most right now.
The One-Eyed Nekker's Purification Spirit, the Ghoul-Troll Spirit's Purification Spirit, the Heart Essence Fluid of the Rotfiend, and the Spiked Fiend's Heart Essence Fluid...
A whole bunch of Purification Spirit and Heart Essence Fluid are just targeting the decrease in physical attributes.
It almost turned what should have been a Witcher's strength into Ailin's biggest weakness.
A little bit of affinity with water and earth is fine; the dominant Elemental Affinity with the newly acquired skill "Magic Source," and it's always good to improve it even a little.
"It seems I really need to gather more information about the Monster's Nest in the future," Ailin thought to himself.
A Honeycomb Bomb is nothing compared to riding Greater Griffin.
But since he will lack physical attributes, Vesemir and other young witchers will definitely need them in the future, especially since other witchers have much stronger attribute constraints than Ailin.
"Cursed Oil, Vampire Oil, construct biological oil, Remnant Oil, Insectoid Oil, Ogre Oil, Dragon Oil, as well as Essence Fluid and Purification Spirit to enhance agility and physique..."
Ailin couldn't help but scratch his head.
With so many types and effects of monsters, where can we find them?
Especially vampires, constructs, remnants, and dragon heads—these categories of monsters almost never have the widespread presence of water ghosts and Ghoul; even going out of your way to find them requires luck.
but...
"We can't just not search..." Ailin's eyebrows were almost furrowed.
He didn't want to experience a second time that the lack of Sword Oil caused a delay in the battle.
"We also need to keep an eye on Ban Adler and the Wild Hunt from time to time... no... and ' White Frost ' in the Spiral..."
"Eh~"
He looked at the wooden amulet on the roof swaying quietly in the wind and sighed deeply, "Why can't it stay still?"
Unfortunately, the Sword of Damocles would not be removed from the head of Damocles, who was enjoying a temporary throne, by Huus II because of his complaints.
The wizard, the Wild Hunt, and the White Frost also ignored his complaints and turned a blind eye.
"One step at a time," Ailin took a deep breath. "I've already protected Kaer Morhen. Next, I need to neutralize the warlocks, learn the truth about the White Frost from the Wild Hunt, and then eliminate the ' White Frost '..."
"One, two, three, only three steps, it's very simple, isn't it?"
In the empty room, of course no one would answer.
After a long while, a sigh rippled through the small Wooden Hut.
A slight dip in mood will certainly not affect Operation Ailin.
In reality, although the pressure from the Warlock, Wild Hunt, and White Frost was considerable, compared to ordinary Witchers, Ailin at this time had already achieved the utmost glory, making him the envy of many.
Moreover, the pressure of saving the world is not something everyone is qualified to bear.
Compared to ordinary people who die without knowing anything, Ailin, who understands the future of the Witcher world better than any so-called prophet, enjoys even more the immense influence of the world's future changing because of him, even as he is helpless against the layers upon layers of pressure.
Moreover, all the pressure actually stems from the same source—not being strong enough.
Neither their personal abilities nor the influence they had managed could withstand such immense pressure.
Fortunately, both are growing.
After calming down, Ailin did not rush to use all the remaining four Monster's Nest's Core Nucleus, but instead focused on the Grave Hag's Heart Essence Fluid the Corpse Lord and the Corpse Demon.
[Attributes: Strength 84 (+4), Agility 69 (+5), Constitution 83 (+10), Perception 88 (+3), Mysticism 86 (+2)]
[Affinity: Water 15 (Magic Source - Water 5%) (+1), Earth 19 (Magic Source - Earth 9%), Wind 11 (Magic Source - Wind 1%) (+1), Fire 10 (Magic Source - Fire 0%), Space 2]
The two Essence Fluid increased a total of twenty-four attribute points, as well as one point of water affinity and one point of wind affinity.
What surprised him most was the Corpse Lord, which actually improved his weakest attribute, Agility, by five points.
This led Ailin to devise a plan: after recently opening "Conjunction of the Spheres - Giant Ghoul," he would absorb all the elements in that valley and open it again in the shortest possible time.
After using up both portions of the Heart Essence Fluid, Ailin cautiously used up all seven portions of the Spiked Fiend's Heart Essence Fluid little by little.
[Attributes: Strength 94 (+10), Agility 79 (+10), Constitution 69 (-14), Perception 88, Mysticism 93 (+7)]
[Affinity: Water 15 (Magic Source - Water 5%), Earth 19 (Magic Source - Earth 9%), Wind 11 (Magic Source - Wind 1%), Fire 24 (Magic Source - Fire 14%) (+14), Space 2]
Although his physique dropped back to its pre-improvement state, his strength and mysticism both reached over 90.
Abundant and powerful energy seems to be hidden in every muscle fiber; when the five fingers are clenched into a fist, it can even produce a small burst of air.
Although he was physically weak, he had never felt so powerful before. It seemed that with a single punch, the wind from the punch alone could destroy the Wooden Hut he was in.
certainly.
Ailin didn't try, after all, he was only staying in this house temporarily.
at the same time.
His affinity with the twenty-four fire attributes allows him to sense the restless Fire Element in the void without needing the Wolf Emblem when he closes his eyes and concentrates his mind.
If he were to release the Igni Sign at this moment, the sudden increase in his Elemental Affinity would surely be a pleasant surprise.
More importantly, the fact that her entire body was completely unaffected once again proved Ailin's special nature.
Although he didn't know the underlying principles, unlike Vesemir, his physical attributes didn't hinder his strength improvement.
Moreover, ninety is not the limit of his attributes.
While Ailin breathed a sigh of relief, his mind also became tense.
He used all the remaining four portions of the Monster's Nest essence, restoring his constitution to 85.
"I'm very close..." He looked at the Semi-transparent Inventory interface and thought to himself, "I'm very close to 100 attribute points, and I still have the @#￥%& @#￥%&'s Element and the Summoning Ritual's Flesh Core I haven't used yet."
Thinking back to a few days ago, there was that enormous monster that almost filled an entire valley, and the Evil God that was banished by the [Demon Hunter].
Ailin's breathing became involuntarily heavy.
"If only we could appraise these monster loot items and determine their attribute boosts."
After complaining to himself, he had a sudden thought.
"Bite!"
[Use the Summoning Ritual's Flesh Core *1?]
As dusk deepened, the silhouettes of the temple spires began to gnaw at the stars.
In the tranquil temple, everything seems to be preparing to accept nature's guidance and get ready to fall asleep.
But in one corner, a fierce battle was raging.
"Too weak! Too slow!" Accompanied by the clanging sound of a longsword cutting through the air, a voice angrily rebuked, "What? Seven of you can't beat me? Can't you even win once?"
Clang!
Spencer grunted and staggered back five steps to neutralize the force transmitted from Vesemir's longsword.
What happened?
He doesn't understand.
He had sparred with Master Vesemir before.
More accurately, barring special circumstances, there are various competitions almost every week.
After all, with the guild leader and Master Vesemir forbidding them from leaving the temple to go to the tavern, there weren't many entertainment options to pass the time inside the temple.
then...
From swordsmanship to signs, from individual combat to team battles... they've even gone through every combination several times, except for the captain and Vesemir, who haven't sparred with them.
Their seven-man siege of the commander and Master Vesemir was naturally everyone's favorite pastime.
But this has never happened before... yes... it has never happened before...
The seven of them couldn't gain any advantage over Vesemir...
No!
Not only did they fail to gain any advantage, they were completely crushed by the suddenly ferocious Master Vesemir, leaving not even a trace.
"What's wrong with Master Vesemir today? Is he on drugs?"
The young witchers, who were in a sorry state due to Vesemir's sudden surge of strength, looked at each other in bewilderment as they took a moment to retreat and catch their breath.
Not only did his strength inexplicably surge, but his stamina also seemed to stretch on for an unbelievably long time.
If it weren't for the obvious signs that appear on their faces and in their pupils after taking the captain's potion, they would have even suspected that Vesemir had deliberately taken the potion to teach them a lesson.
"Kray, it's all your fault!" Hugh rubbed his numb right hand and complained, "If you hadn't insisted on having Master Vesemir and the captain compete, why would Master Vesemir have taken his anger out on us?"
"Huh?" Kray wiped the sweat from his brow, looking blankly at the young witchers staring at him. "What does this have to do with me? Besides, didn't the captain say that Master Vesemir won?"
Only someone as naive as you would think that way...
Stop thinking about it.
Master Vesemir's expression at that time was clearly forced.
"You little brats, I'm not deaf yet..." Vesemir walked over, holding his longsword upside down. "Is my sword no longer enough to put pressure on you? You even have time to chat?"
The young witcher immediately began to complain.
Ambush is everyone's favorite form of entertainment, but getting beaten up is not.
Even so, no one gave up and quit.
Even when Vesemir said, "Ailin at your age is not as frail as you are," the young witcher, despite being in pain all over his body, still charged forward with red eyes.
Who would admit to being inferior to someone else, even... the commander!
Just as everyone was about to push through their exhaustion and charge towards the great demon king Vesemir once more under the moonlight...
"Master Vesemir!"
Nannick's voice suddenly came from the path at the edge of the meadow.
The young witcher immediately relaxed and collapsed onto the grass.
Vesemir sheathed his sword and went to meet him.
"What's wrong, Priestess Nannick?" Vesemir asked.
Nannick's expression was grave. "It's Ben Ade, something's happened with the wizard!"