Vesemir, I'm Going Inside Your Body! Berserk Vesemir! The Chief's Power

"What?!" Vesemir exclaimed.

These past few days, that so- Path of the Battle Roar has been tormenting him quite a bit. He has never been so helpless against a skill that a Witcher can theoretically master.

Ernie, Klar, and even Hugh and Spencer all seemed very confident, as if they would learn it very quickly.

Although, given their skill level, they are mostly unaware of their own limitations rather than actually making rapid progress.

Even if there were a chance that a young witcher might learn the "Path of the Beast Roar" before him, he didn't want to go through that.

He was... once the youngest Witcher Master in the Northern Continent, and he also had his pride.

Lately, I've been feeling like I'm back in my apprentice days before the Trial of Grasses. This morning, I even found a clump of hair on my bedside table, which made me doubly anxious.

"I'm not entirely sure about this method either..."

"No need to confirm!" Vesemir slammed both hands on Ailin's shoulders, interrupting him. "Just go for it. The biggest advantage of witchers is their thick skin, strong regenerative ability, and ability to quickly digest toxins..."

"Let me be the first one. Tell me, Ailin, what medicine do you want?"

"Uh..." Ailin, who hadn't expected Vesemir to react so strongly, hesitated for a moment before saying, "No need for any medicine, just find a place to sit down..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Three seconds later, Ailin was sitting cross-legged with Vesemir on Big Stone.

This pose is honestly a bit strange, like the scene in "The Return of the Condor Heroes" where Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu practice the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra in the Ancient Tomb.

certainly.

The only one who found it strange was him, the time traveler.

Seven little heads, their eyes wide open, were stacked one on top of the other, staring at them, or more precisely, at Ailin.

Vesemir, sitting opposite Ernie, carefully handed him his old Black Wide-brimmed Hat and looked at him expectantly.

then.

Ailin gathered his jumbled thoughts and asked, "Ready?"

"Come on," Vesemir took a deep breath, his gaze resolute. "Don't be afraid, just do it. A Witcher Master's body is not so fragile."

It's not that exaggerated... Ailin thought to herself.

Although he was unsure whether the method would work, it wasn't to the point of being a matter of life and death, or a test of a Witcher Master's physique.

However, looking at Vesemir, who appeared righteous and fearless in the face of death under the watchful eyes of everyone, he was a sight to behold.

She glanced again at Ernie, Klar, and Kray, Aias the faint adoration in their Cat Eyes.

Ailin nodded, swallowing the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He went over the process in his mind again, as if it were etched into his very being, and then glanced at the young witchers around him one by one...

He took a deep breath and made a thought.

Wolf Emblem!

Demon Hunter!

The world suddenly fell silent.

Sparse four-colored fireflies drifted in the air. Looking around, there were only a few hundred elemental particles of fire, water, earth, and wind within a radius of a hundred meters.

That's normal, though.

This place is, after all, just an unnamed valley in the Mahakam Mountains, not some magical place or Circle of Elements.

certainly.

The concentration of elements in the environment did not affect his enlightenment of the Way of Vesemir's Path of the Battle Roar.

As Ailin moved, her azure Cat Eyes swept around.

Wherever their gaze fell, Ernie, Klar, Spencer, and Hugh all shrank back.

Vesemir's molten gold pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, and his steady breathing suddenly became more rapid.

Then Ailin closed his eyes as if he were unaware of anything.

"Phew~"

Almost the instant he closed his eyes, soft sighs of relief rang out from around him.

Ailin said in a detached tone, "There might be something a little strange in a moment, but don't resist me, Vesemir."

Immediately following.

He didn't care whether Vesemir responded or not.

His consciousness was drawn away as if attacking a monster with the [Demon Hunter] technique, carrying the Divine Power that was wandering around him, and rushed straight toward Vesemir along the outline he perceived.

Unlike when hunting demons, this time, the spirit did not linger after touching the skin around Vesemir's heart; it aimed to penetrate straight through.

"Hmph~"

Vesemir groaned, seemingly enduring physical discomfort and suppressing the rebellious instinct of the Divine Power intertwined within his flesh and blood.

Ailin, however, discovered that Vesemir's flesh and blood had an unexpectedly low level of resistance.

To be more accurate.

If Ailin's resistance to external spiritual forces is one hundred, Vesemir's might only be five or six, not even counting the divine wall of the Oterrohp Sign.

To avoid the awkwardness of accidentally encountering a warlock and having his mind read, he now even keeps the Divine Wall as a constant feature, wearing it on his person and replenishing it whenever it disappears.

"Perhaps it's because of its mysterious properties..." Ailin wondered to himself.

Vesemir's perception was not much different from his, but his mystery was nearly forty points lower. These were the only two attributes related to mental resistance.

Thinking does not affect action.

With a gentle surge of Divine Power, Ailin's power flowed through a layer of gauze and entered Vesemir's body.

In an instant.

Blood rushes through the veins, its rumbling sound like a river echoing in the ears.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heart pounded like thunder in a clear sky, echoing through the cavity, flesh, and pale bones.

A hazy, ethereal glow emanates from between the skin, flesh, and bones.

Even Ailin, who was in a detached mood as a demon hunter, couldn't help but be stunned by the scene before him.

It wasn't because of the bloody and magical interior of The Witcher; his own was dozens of times more magnificent and magical than Vesemir's.

Instead...

"It actually worked!" Ailin's mind jolted violently.

"What's useful?" Vesemir's deep voice echoed through the flesh and blood like thunder in mythology.

Before I knew it, I had used telepathy... Ailin came to her senses and said, "It's nothing."

"Pay attention to the unusual sensations that follow. I will use this technique several times in a row, so remember it well!"

"Understood." Vesemir's voice trembled slightly. The feeling of having one's mental defenses breached was unpleasant, and Ailin knew this too.

Especially for those with keen senses, there is a sense of shame, like being forcibly stripped naked and paraded through the streets.

Ailin did not linger and quickly passed through flesh and bone, reaching Vesemir's heart.

"Knock knock knock—"

The already rapidly beating heart beat even faster at this moment.

It is resisting.

Beside the heart, a Mutated Organ, twice the size of Ailin's and almost the same size as the heart, shone with an unstable four-colored elemental glow.

"Hold on!" Ailin's Mental Fluctuation slightly.

Vesemir did not respond, but the surrounding flesh and organs were visibly tense.

The Mutated Organ also slowed its flashing speed, but continued to tremble.

Once the heartbeat and Mutated Organ entered a certain state, Ailin's Divine Power fluctuated countless times in the blink of an eye.

In just a second, the transparent, misty Divine Power was kneaded and shaped by Ailin's thoughts, and then, without any interval, it wrapped around the heart and Mutated Organ like a transparent film, before extending straight up to the throat and the root of the tongue.

Vesemir's heart stopped for two seconds from the shock.

This is the most dangerous moment.

If Ailin cannot synchronize with Vesemir's heart, either the Divine Power will be damaged by Vesemir asynchrony and repulsion during the vibration.

Either Ailin, upon discovering the asynchrony, would immediately withdraw his Divine Power and thoughts from Vesemir's body, rendering all his previous efforts futile.

certainly.

After last night's attempt, Ailin was able to achieve the latter even in the most dangerous situation.

However, for the average person, without long-term repeated practice, the final result will only be fruitless.

Although this was Ailin's first time initiating the Path of the Battle Roar, it was as if he had undergone countless trials and tribulations.

In the instant after Vesemir's heart stopped and trembled, his thin Divine Power clung tightly to his heart, trembling in sync with it.

Then...

"Thump~"

"Thump~"

"Thump~"

In just three beats, the heart began to beat with a unique rhythm.

Slowly.

A faint, dark red light seeped from the blood, barely discernible against the already crimson background of the flesh.

But in that instant deep within the dark red light, Vesemir's muscles rippled and surged like the tides under the full moon.

Immediately afterwards.

The Mutated Organ unique to witchers, located next to the heart, was also affected and began to tremble.

The four magical powers of blue, red, brown, and cyan blend together and seep into the blood.

The crimson light surged upwards at an accelerated pace, carrying magical energy that rushed swiftly along some unknown meridian within the body towards the Witcher's throat.

But it did not reach the throat or tongue.

The astonishing energy stopped before it reached the Magic Node at the base of the tongue, and then "rebounded" back to the heart with a unique rhythm.

Then the heart continued to beat, and blood and Mutated Organ seeped out battle cry energy and magic.

This happened three times in total.

Each heartbeat and energy release is faster than the last, like waves rising higher and higher.

Then, in the last one.

The energy, a mixture of battle cry and magic, seemed to be a deep-seated hatred that had been suppressed for over a decade, finally finding its opportunity.

Without even needing Ailin's guidance, filled with boundless rage, it crashed into the Magic Node beneath its tongue, intent on shattering it.

When Ailin saw this scene, his thoughts seemed to falter for a moment before he followed.

Immediately following.

In an unnamed mountain valley in Mahakam.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ailin, who had kept her eyes closed, suddenly opened her mouth.

Vesemir suddenly opened his eyes, his dark golden Cat Eyes widening, and at the same time, his lips moved uncontrollably.

"Yirulr..."

It was as if a wounded tiger or lion in the mountains was letting out a threatening roar.

The next moment.

A shockwave comparable to Vesemir's full-power Alde Sign erupted from Vesemir's body in an instant.

"Boom!!!"

Ernie, Klar, Kray, Aias, and the other seven young witchers who were watching the show were caught off guard and had their Quen Shield activated.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Amidst several screams, they were blown away from the large rock like rolling gourds, their eyes wide with disbelief.

However, the power of this shockwave was comparable to that of Vesemir, Witcher Master's full-power Ald.

However, the Alde Sign itself is not a lethal spell, and the direction it is cast is a semicircle except for the direction where Ailin is located. The young witcher is still standing on the earthen slope under the stone.

So the seven young witchers were merely in a sorry state; they didn't even have their Quen Sign broken.

"What happened?" Aias shook his head, looking completely bewildered, and stood up while supporting himself on the ground.

Kray, Aias, Hugh, and Spencer were also equally bewildered.

Only Ernie and Klar, who were not far away, snapped out of their dizziness and looked sharply at the place where dust and smoke were billowing.

"Master Vesemir, this...this...it's a success?" Ernie's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"It must be." Klar couldn't wait to run towards the thick smoke.

But after walking halfway, a subtle and extremely oppressive aura made him stop involuntarily.

The smoke seemed to conceal a ferocious beast even more terrifying than Giant Ghoul... no... even more terrifying than Spiked Fiend.

until...

"How are you feeling?" Ailin's concerned voice came from the thick fog, breaking the strangely heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

Then.

A raging wind erupted from within the smoke and dust, dispersing the dust and mist.

Ailin looked at Vesemir, Vesemir was looking down at his hands.

Everything seems... unchanged...

Klar slowly approached, but as he got closer, he seemed to notice that Vesemir had grown taller and stronger.

The Wolf School Master Set, which all Witchers envy, looked somewhat tight on him.

Vesemir noticed his gaze and glanced at him.

Klar's steps froze instantly, her body stiffening as if she had encountered a predator.

It took Vesemir a long time to recover after he looked away.

"This... this... this isn't unchanged." Klar gasped, a flicker of anticipation in his heart making him quicken his pace.

"How are you feeling?" Vesemir clenched his fist as he looked away.

A soft "bang" sounded.

The veins on the back of his hand immediately bulged out menacingly.

Vesemir took a deep, enjoyable breath, feeling the saturated oxygen and igniting a power that seemed to burn within him. "I feel like Chieftain Soyer might not be able to beat me now..."

"I will pass on this to Chieftain Soyer when I get back," Ailin said with a smile.

"That's really unnecessary!" Vesemir raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "The chief is already busy enough, there's no need to add to his troubles."

Ailin, who had only meant it as a joke, became interested upon seeing this.

While the War Cry isn't as powerful as the Beast Roar, which can quadruple the caster's strength, it can still achieve a doubling.

For Witcher Master, every improvement in strength is the result of years of accumulated effort.

If he remembers correctly, Chieftain Soyer's attributes are—

[Attributes: Strength 59, Agility 63, Constitution 73, Perception 74, Mysticism 56]

This is much worse than Vesemir's current stats.

[Attributes: Strength 64, Agility 63, Constitution 78, Perception 84, Mysticism 54]

Why does Vesemir still seem to lack confidence in defeating Soyer even after his overall strength has doubled?

Seriously?

Vesemir remained silent for a few seconds under Ailin's gaze, then said:

"Chieftain Soyer and us..."

"They are different."