Chapter 551

In the Marvel universe, the system was working for someone else.

Learning witchcraft was nothing like learning programming. You couldn't just search online and find piles of tutorials and examples.

With only a few parchment scrolls and the materials he had gathered, Kaecilius had gone from knowing nothing to mastering the basics in just a few years. He clearly had talent. Had he been born into a family with a tradition of passing down its knowledge, he would probably have made an excellent Demon Hunter.

Using the witchcraft recorded on the scrolls, Kaecilius modified the Goblins he had found in the cavern.

Real Goblins stood around half a meter to a meter tall. Their fighting ability varied, but hovered somewhere around that of a goose. True to the weak's habit of sticking together, they swarmed an opponent in a fight, then scattered at the first sign of trouble.

They were a species that bullied the weak and feared the strong.

Most lived underground or deep in remote forests, far from human settlements.

So.

When Geralt saw footprints resembling a Goblin's, he never connected them to creatures weighing three hundred pounds.

Geralt could hardly be blamed.

As luck would have it, Kaecilius had been nearby when Daniel Gates went camping at Eden Lake. One glance told him Daniel Gates was Bor Gates's descendant.

The father and son looked too much alike.

At the sight of that face, Kaecilius remembered the night of slaughter. He remembered his dead wife.

Rage swallowed him whole.

Bor was the one who did wrong. His child had nothing to do with it... Kaecilius no longer cared. He wanted revenge.

He sent the Modified Goblins to abduct everyone.

But his emotions ran so high that they affected the Goblins.

As a result, one of the Modified Goblins