A Major Breakthrough Brought by @#￥%&'s Element (4400 words)

"No?"

"No..."

"No!"

"How could there not be?"

The old, chipped pages of the book flipped rapidly before my eyes...

Personal Panel, inventory, Monster Bestiary, Divine Communication and Dream Entry, Path of the Beast Roar...

Ailin searched through the Witcher's Handbook, but couldn't find a trace of the "@#￥%&" @#￥%&'s Element.

Can...

That's impossible!

It's divine power and Primal Magic again, making a bigger commotion than all the Heart Essence Fluid and Purification Spirit he's used before, but he can't find any changes.

Yes.

After using the @#￥%& @#￥%&'s Element, Ailin couldn't find even the slightest improvement in himself.

Moreover, after his "sleep" ended, he knew he had dreamt of some magnificent and vast things, but upon waking, he couldn't remember anything except a certain feeling.

It evokes a sense of grandeur, magnificence, and a subtle, poignant tragedy.

But there was nothing else.

"It's like blacking out from drinking." Ailin's expression was uncertain. "But with my current constitution, what kind of 'alcohol' could make me black out?"

He felt something was wrong as soon as he woke up, and he glanced at his Personal Panel, but there was no change in his attributes.

However, with Vesemir and Nannick both in front of him and looking strange, he didn't focus too much on the Witcher's Handbook, lest they misunderstand.

After Nannick left, he immediately asked Vesemir for details and confirmed that he had indeed used the "@#￥%& @#￥%&'s Element" left behind by the Evil God.

Therefore, he did not lie to Vesemir.

He genuinely didn't know what the effect @#￥%&'s Element "@#￥%&" was...

If it weren't for Vesemir and Nannick, he might be wondering right now whether he used the "@#￥%&" @#￥%&'s Element.

"Something's not right!" Ailin quickly flipped through the Witcher's Handbook again.

This time, he deliberately didn't stop at the Path of the Beast Roar, but instead tried to turn the page again.

The mysterious pages hidden in the thick black fog remained completely still.

"No new features were unlocked either," Ailin frowned. "Does this element really have no effect whatsoever, just setting off a useless 'firework' to scare Vesemir and Nannick ..."

"Or perhaps it's just that he's playing a movie in his head that he can't remember..."

It's not impossible.

Perhaps the images experienced in a dream contain too much information, and the brain temporarily blocks them out as a self-protective mechanism.

"It's one thing if it alarmed the Evil God's pressure, since the elements were obtained from the big-eyed Evil God, but why did the Primal Magic appear?"

"According to Vesemir's description, he was even so docile..."

Thinking back to the battle where he ambushed Vilgefortz, the Primal Magic was so violent that even Vilgefortz couldn't control it, and even his own tragic childhood memories began to leak out, Ailin's doubts deepened.

He thought for a moment, put away his Witcher's Handbook, and closed his eyes.

The keen senses instantly detected the crackling of the candles burning in the cabin, the steady breathing of the other witchers in the row of Wooden Hut, the chirping of summer insects outside the window, and the gentle night breeze.

Ailin then silenced these soft sounds.

In an instant, the whole world fell silent.

After his mysterious attribute broke through 100, Ailin was able to sense the free-floating elements in the air by focusing his mind.

However, at this moment, he still mentally connected with the Wolf Emblem and activated [Demon Hunter], using extreme calmness to introspect on the elements of his many organs.

The ever-increasing affinity with the Elemental Affinity has imbued the skin, flesh, and bones with a deep magical glow.

During introspection, everything is colorful, which looks quite strange.

Of course, it also makes me feel very safe.

In truth, although its effects are not usually noticeable, the Favor Field created by magical affinity has shielded Ailin from countless injuries, and even saved his life in the Passerlon Forest and the valley a few days ago.

An insidious pressure lurked between flesh and blood.

He can even unleash it like a large monster such as Greater Griffin.

However, there is no need for that.

On one hand, he is a demon hunter, and the pressure he exudes is strange in itself, making him easy to misunderstand.

On the other hand, the pressure from the magical blessing is still very weak at the moment and has no effect when fighting enemies.

Of course, the future is promising.

Since he hadn't come to check on the magical favor, Ailin glanced at the skin, flesh, and bones before following the glowing blood vessels to the heart.

In fact, the organs related to magic for normal sorcerers are located in the abdomen. Because they are close to the male and female reproductive systems, the organ failure caused by magic erosion is also the source of sorcerers' infertility.

However, Ailin glanced at it.

Although he had mysteriously broken through one hundred, he was in fact already a sorcerer, but his abdomen did not seem to have any organs related to magic. It could contain magic like other parts of his body, but it was not special.

In some ways, this seems to be a good thing.

However, since witchers themselves cannot reproduce, this good thing seems meaningless.

Forgetting all those miscellaneous things, Ailin's gaze moved upwards along the Magic Veins.

"Bang~ Bang~ Bang~"

The muscular heart beats with all its might.

His gaze, however, focused on another complex organ next to the heart.

The Witcher's unique organ for storing magic.

It has no name, and witchers generally refer to it simply as a "Mutated Organ".

"It's here after all!" Ailin was overjoyed.

At this moment, the nearly conical organ was emitting a pale green glow.

Strangely, the pale green light only flickered in the Mutated Organ, without flowing into the Magic Veins in the slightest.

Speaking of which...

Aside from Vilgefortz, this green magic wasn't the first time Ailin had seen it.

A few days ago, after the progress of [Demon Hunting] was fully charged, the final sword strike contained the power of emerald magic.

In the past two days, Ailin has also tried to activate the Emerald Magic, but he has not succeeded, whether because his body is in a weak state or because the Emerald Magic requires "Beast Roar: Berserk".

Moreover, before today, the Mutated Organ certainly didn't have such a vibrant green shimmering as they do now.

"As long as it's not a pretty but useless firework..."

Having found the root cause of the change, Ailin breathed a sigh of relief and took one last look at the emerald green organ that shimmered with a magnificent light.

The @#￥%&'s Element "@#￥%&" bring more than just pretty but useless fireworks; they may even bring Primal Magic that is difficult for even the source of magic to control.

My heart was pounding and I was breathing rapidly.

Ailin's mind was filled with the possibilities that would come with mastering "Primal Magic".

However, he managed to sever the link with the Wolf Emblem with great difficulty.

"Phew~"

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Ailin turned his head and glanced out the window.

A crescent moon hung in the center of the vast night sky, its light cold and clear.

"It's too late today, let's try again tomorrow..."

The experiment with "Primal Magic" is bound to cause quite a commotion. The entire temple is already asleep, and it wouldn't be good if we made a noise like we did just now.

The decision has been made.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart about "Primal Magic," Ailin rose and blew out the flickering candle on the wooden table before kneeling on the bed in a meditative posture.

"Thump~"

"Thump~"

The heart beats rapidly with a unique rhythm.

In the blink of an eye.

Then, specks of golden light appeared in the blood, as if gold dust had been mixed into it...

He was practicing "Beast Roar: Berserk".

Vesemir and the young witcher encountered a bottleneck in their cultivation of the Path of the Battle Roar... no... to put it bluntly, they hadn't even scratched the surface, since they hadn't even found the energy hidden in their blood yet.

therefore.

These past few days, he has been setting aside time each day to practice in this way.

In fact, he even hoped to replace meditation with practicing "Beast Roar: Berserk", but he could only maintain it for four hours at a time before he had to stop and rest.

Ailin's idea was actually very simple.

Since "Battlecry: Frenzy" and "Beast Roar: Frenzy" are closely related, to be precise, Battlecry is a completely inferior skill of Beast Roar.

So.

Once he is proficient enough in "Beast Roar: Frenzy", simplifying the training threshold of "Battle Cry: Frenzy" should be a natural and logical progression, just like Witcher Master teaching his apprentice a hand seal.

Unfortunately, the results have not been very good all along.

However, Ailin was not in a hurry. Although his strength had improved rapidly due to the Witcher's Handbook, he was not anxious about the slow improvement.

He had lived two lives, and was not a born genius.

In her previous life Ailin also went through a process of education, starting as an orphan, eventually attending a decent university and joining a respectable company.

He still has that much patience.

Moreover, cultivating "Beast Roar: Berserk" itself, even disregarding the benefits of developing the Path of the Battle Roar for the Monster Hunting Legion, would also greatly benefit Ailin.

He has no reason to be impatient.

But today, things seem different.

Although absorbing the beast roar energy is still difficult, it is much faster than before.

Then at some point...

"Huh~"

With a gasp, the "golden dust" seeping from the blood suddenly retracted.

The blood, which had been as heavy as a column of mercury, suddenly recovered and surged like a great river.

However, Ailin ignored the beast roar energy that had been painstakingly transported but was now completely wasted and instantly dissipated. Instead, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the twinkling starry sky outside the window.

After a long silence, he suddenly murmured, at a loss for words:

"I think I'm..."

"I understand..."

The next day.

Early in the morning, Ailin asked Nannick about Tissaia de Veris's whereabouts, and then left the temple with Vesemir.

Tissaia de Veris seems to have some collaboration to discuss with the Temple of Melitele and Duke Mason, and has not yet left Arland.

Fortunately, that's the case.

Otherwise, no matter how important Ben Ade's matter was, Ailin would not have gone to Aretuza at this time.

One reason is that the Sorceress's Academy and Tissaia de Veris are not safe for Ailin.

He also didn't want Tissaia de Veres to know that he cared a lot about Ban Ad and that his influence at the Temple of Melitele was another consideration.

Going to inquire early in the morning, you can also use the excuse of asking for Giant Ghoul bone marrow, and incidentally mention Ban Adler and Otolan.

But there's no excuse for flying all the way from Arland to Aretuza, and the temple's subsequent statements are easy to guess as to whether they're true or false.

"However, if we go like this, won't we still arouse suspicion?"

With a knight's longsword at his waist and a brown wide-brimmed hat that he had somehow found, Vesemir asked suspiciously.

"What are you talking about, Vesemir?" Ailin tugged at "Carrot's" reins, slowing the black mare's pace in the bustling city. "Our disguise will be removed when we get close to the Duke's castle... uh... this outfit is indeed a bit strange, but you know I am now..."

"I know...I know..." Vesemir listened enviously to the conversation around him, "The Godslayer, the Blue Death, the May King, and..."

He paused, glanced sideways at the elegant longsword slung at Ailin's waist, and continued in a complex tone:

"And Elsa's great hero master."

"You're all the rage in this city right now, even more popular than the bard from Beefburg..."

"I had no idea you already had so many titles."

Ailin glanced speechlessly at the sarcastic Vesemir, then glanced at the tavern they passed by.

"... As the azure Cat Eyes opened and closed, death answered the call..."

"... A fourteen-year -Young Knight of Arland named his beloved Silver White Longsword Elsa..."

The bard in the tavern happened to be singing such a passage.

Ailin didn't quite understand.

Has Arland already returned to its bustling state of daytime tavern operation just days after the devastation it suffered?

However, judging from Vesemir's tone, it was clear that this was not the first time he had heard excerpts related to Elsa.

Ailin pretended not to hear anything.

For some reason, he even felt a little regretful. Why wasn't he there when Vesemir first heard this aria?

Vesemir's expression at that moment must have been quite something.

Of course.

Ailin knew that Vesemir was just joking.

Given his relationship with Vesemir, the bet made under the witness of Chieftain Soyer back then was naturally meaningless.

Besides, despite his current sarcastic remarks, Vesemir is actually head over heels in love with his new Gilna Silver Sword. He not only forbids anyone from getting close to it, but also spends a lot of time maintaining it every day.

Elsa was already his old flame.

Vesemir ignored his silence, made a few jokes, and when there was no response, he got off to business, looking rather uninterested:

"I'm not referring to our attire. That's not surprising; illusions that conceal a witcher's pupils can also be explained by magical artifacts..."

"What I mean is the timing is wrong..."

"Time?" The body on Ailin's back paused.

"Yes, time," Vesemir said with an air of experience. "Look at the time of day. The sun has just risen, and the morning mist has not yet dissipated. What Sorceress gets up this early?"

This... Ailin hadn't expected it.

"Isn't Tissaia de Veres known for her rigor and rigidity?"

"We're not at the Aretuza Academy now," Vesemir rolled his eyes. "Besides, we just went through a major battle. Can't people sleep in for a few days?"

Ailin remained silent.

That does indeed present a problem.

Vesemir must have known about this pattern of Sorceress.

He rushed off early in the morning with Vesemir to inquire about the Giant Ghoul's marrow, and also asked Ban Ad and Otolan, as something seemed amiss.

But there's nothing we can do about it. Who knows if Tissaia de Veres might have to leave unexpectedly? Of course, the sooner the better.

Otherwise, Vesemir would have stopped it long ago.

"Or?"

"No!"

Ailin was interrupted by Vesemir as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Tissaia de Veres is too dangerous. I won't let you go alone."

Well, compared to missing out altogether, being a little suspicious is still acceptable... Ailin thought to himself.

that's all.

The two witchers arrived at the Duke's castle and, guided by the servants, easily found the residence of the Sorceress Aretuza.

Surprisingly, Tissaia de Veres was not asleep at this moment.

Moreover, when Ailin offered the Giant Ghoul marrow, she readily agreed, even apologizing to them and promising to have it delivered to the temple that afternoon.

However.

When Ailin tentatively inquired about Ban Ad and Otolan, Tissaia de Veris paused strangely, looked at him for a while, and then said:

"That's quite a coincidence."

Tissaia de Verris crossed her arms and a slight, amused smile played at the corners of her lips:

"The person you wanted to ask just asked you."