Uchiha, but Brahmin!

Ronika was the witch he rescued from a group of villagers. At first, Ronika only had some special powers, but after he used the knowledge he learned from the purple-robed immortal to train Ronika, now Ronika was able to make various potions.

What a joy, what a joy!

Hahaha! ! !
At night, Geralt dreamed again. The four immortals took turns to teach him supreme knowledge. But for some reason, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if he had forgotten something.

So he expressed his doubts to the blue bird fairy.

"This is a normal psychological phenomenon, because you are about to do something big, but this is your first time, so you will feel uneasy and think you have forgotten something. Geralt, don't be afraid, don't panic, remember, you are different from the people in this world, you are a man with a golden finger!"

The Blue Bird Immortal looked at him with eyes of great wisdom and comforted him.

"Thank you for clearing up my confusion, I understand now!"

After hearing the words of the Blue Bird Immortal, Geralt suddenly showed a look of enlightenment on his face. Oh, so that's how it is!
Yes, it was true. This was the first time he had done such a thing. He had never thought that one day he would lead a group of people to rebel against the nobles. Although he had received instruction from the four immortals, he might still have worries and fears in his heart.

That's why I feel uneasy, as if I have forgotten something.

Yes, that must be the case!

He is indeed an immortal. He pointed out his problem easily, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually faded away.

The immortal solves my doubts!

the next day.

The villagers began to train under his guidance.

"This weapon is so powerful! Brother Geralt! You are so smart! You can actually make such a powerful weapon! This is much more useful than a stick!"

A villager held the gun in his hand and spoke excitedly to Geralt.

"That's right, Geralt. With this, we can definitely overthrow the lord and become the new nobles!"

Some villagers came over and talked excitedly.

Geralt looked at the excited villagers and nodded with satisfaction. He also wanted to thank the Blue Bird Immortal. If it weren't for this immortal, he wouldn't know how to persuade these villagers.

Now, with this squad of executioners lined up to shoot each other, the feudal nobles can be wiped out with a flick of the hand!
From now on, please call him the Imperial Salary King!

……

"However, this number of people doesn't seem enough. Perhaps I should go to other villages and convince more villagers. Also, I remember that there seemed to be muskets in the Middle Ages. Perhaps I should further upgrade my weapons and at least make automatic rifles. That way, the executions would be more efficient. With the spells taught by the immortals, I should be able to create these things..."

Geralt thought about it, and for a period of time, he began to frequently visit the surrounding villages, constantly using spells to communicate with the fairy world, obtain spiritual energy from the fairy world, and then persuade the villagers. At the same time, he began to spend time drawing the blueprint of the automatic rifle based on the videos he had watched before, and by adding buffs to the blacksmiths, he let the blacksmiths make the invincible automatic rifle.

Flintlock rifles might be a little difficult to deal with in the Middle Ages, but a squadron of automatic rifles would certainly be able to handle it.

"Luckily I have a golden finger. I didn't expect that this world has no spiritual energy at all. Fortunately, I can connect to the fairyland. I heard from the fairies that if I do enough meritorious deeds in the mortal world, I might be able to ascend to become a fairy and be listed in the fairy class! Hehe! What a bright future this is! Hahaha!! I want to become a fairy, I want to be immortal!"

Geralt shook his head and recalled what the four immortals said. They were great immortals from the fairyland. Because they saw that he had special qualifications and was born with immortal bones, they came to help him become immortal. As long as he accomplished great deeds, he could become an immortal. Even more, if he overthrew the foolish emperor sitting on the throne of the corrupt empire and gained the luck of the human race, with his divine immortal bones, he would gain tremendous magic power after ascending to heaven and become the fifth supreme immortal in the fairyland.

Achieve eternal immortality!
Is it because he is a special person who is born with immortal bones because he is a time traveler?
As expected, there are cheats for time travel!

However, if he fails to overthrow the corrupt empire and kick the foolish and incompetent pseudo-emperor off the throne, he will not be able to become the fifth supreme immortal. After ascending to heaven, he must choose an immortal to join.

However, just a so-called emperor in the Middle Ages, a so-called false emperor, haha, it's easy!

He has modern technology!
He seemed to have seen the incompetent pseudo-emperor kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

Hahahaha, just imagining it made him feel like his brain was trembling!

"Maybe when I become an immortal, I can return to my original world to take a look! Hahahaha!!!"

Geralt fantasized with great excitement, as if he had become the new emperor, sitting on the golden throne. With the blessing of the human race's luck, he ascended to become an immortal and became the fifth supreme immortal in the fairy world!
Free and easy, omnipotent!

He did not think that he would fail. After all, how could a mere medieval emperor be compared with him, a natural immortal who possessed modern technology, was valued by immortals, had learned all kinds of powerful spells, and could even become stronger through continuous killing?
Soon, a large number of automatic rifles were manufactured, and the villagers who were persuaded by him began to follow him for training for a happy life in the future.

In the last village.

"As long as we overthrow the nobles, we can live a good life. We will have eggs every day and can eat snow-white and soft white bread. We don't have to eat gritty black bread anymore. I will share my magic skills with everyone. From now on, everyone can use magic skills to cure diseases. There will be no more diseases!"

On this day, Geralt stood on a high platform in an open space and spoke loudly to the villagers below.

Then, he waved his hand, and green light floated out from his hand, falling on a group of old, weak and sick people standing in front of the platform.

The next moment, the bodies of those skinny old people began to become fuller, and those disabled and lost bodies began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A very comfortable smell began to permeate the air, and just smelling it made people feel relaxed and happy.

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

The villagers present watched this scene and knelt down one after another. (End of this chapter)