Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

Lorne slowly opened his eyes.

The scene before him felt completely unfamiliar.

Where am I? Aren't I a martial arts instructor? I should be teaching combat techniques at the martial arts school...

What came into view was a bronze pillar covered with strange runes, with bundles of thatch piled up at its base.

Beside the bronze pillar stood an old man with a hunched back, dressed in a black robe.

Looking around, I realized I was in a square.

A huge crowd of people surrounded them.

Most of them had brown hair and brown eyes, and wore the same style of linen shirts, spreading out like a dense locust swarm, all the way to the dilapidated, low thatched houses in the distance.

The discussion surged like a tide, with some people exchanging pleasantries in a calm manner, while others were cursing and swearing heatedly.

Is this...the Middle Ages?

Yes, it seems like I've traveled through time.

that is...

Lorne stared blankly at his hands and feet, which were bound by thick hemp rope, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Beside him were several other seventeen or eighteen-year-olds who had suffered the same fate as him, their hands and feet bound, and they were being held captive in the square, unable to move.

"quiet!"

With a shout from the old man in black robes, and a thud, everyone in the square knelt down in unison.

The once noisy square fell silent instantly.

He glanced at Lorne and nodded slightly.

"Get up." The little boy in front of Lorne was pulled up by a middle-aged man, accompanied by a middle-aged woman.

"Father, I'm scared." The little boy's legs trembled uncontrollably as he looked at the man with pleading eyes.

Seeing the man's expressionless and unmoved face, he trembled as he reached out to grasp the woman's slender wrist: "Mother!"

Ultimately, it was useless.

Are you kidding me?! What are you doing?!

Lorne, gripped by a terrifying premonition, struggled violently.

But behind him stood a middle-aged man who pinned him firmly to the spot.

The body that was transmigrated into was that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and he couldn't compare to the strength of an adult.

Soon, following the old man in black robes' instructions, the little boy was dragged towards the bronze pillar by his father and mother.

The cold iron chains, like venomous snakes, tightly coiled around the little boy, cruelly pinning him to the bronze pillar.

Stop... Lorne already knew what was about to happen.

But he couldn't stop it; in fact, he himself was the next little boy.

Why?

Why treat a child like this!

A jumble of memories flooded my mind like sharp blades, bringing a stinging pain.

This is a wizarding world that reveres truth above all else and where knowledge is power.

Commoners were cheap, and nobles were no better off; only wizards were high above all others, ruling over everyone else.

The original owner of this body was also called Lorne, Lorne Holt.

He lived in a manor in the Kingdom of Seville, called the Manor of Wall.

My father was a tenant farmer on the manor, paying rent to the manor lord to cultivate the land.

Lorne searched his memories, trying to understand what had happened to the original owner that led to his current predicament.

He gradually sorted out the chaotic memories.

It turns out that several days earlier, all the crops planted on the estate withered and died overnight, and the animals kept there also died mysteriously.

Inside the manor castle, crows kept falling, a sign of bad luck.

The lord was furious and vowed to find out the truth.

This was a major blow to the self-sufficient estate.

When fields wither and die, tenant farmers have to bear all the losses themselves, while they still have to pay rent to the estate as usual.

For serfs, losing their jobs where they could exchange their labor for food and shelter left them with no choice but to wander and beg, or take desperate measures.

Chaos erupted within the manor, with looting and plundering occurring frequently for several days.

At this time, a black-robed wizard claiming to be from the Forest of Fireflies approached the manor lord, declaring that the Vol Manor had incurred the wrath of the gods.

The fortune teller of the Forest of Fireflies, guided by a great being, located this place using the Moonstone Compass.

According to the revelation, more than ten years ago, the Crimson Moon appeared in the sky, and a calamity descended upon the world, which happened to fall on Wall Manor.

Now, this jinx is about to mature and will bring disaster that will sweep the world.

His purpose in coming here is to resolve this issue.

Only by subjecting the children of Waltham Manor who are about to come of age to the most extreme punishment of being burned alive can the wrath of the gods be appeased, can the disaster be stopped here, and can the whole world know:

"The great Lord loves humanity and therefore sent me to resolve this calamity!"

"All of this is to prevent things from getting worse..." A sinister glint appeared on the aged face beneath the hood: "He will forgive the sins you have committed!"

"Fire spell!" A pale red rune flashed by.

"No!" Lorne cried out in pain.

Why...

Just because of a wizard's empty words, he wants to kill children who are not even adults yet!

Lorne clenched his fists tightly, not daring to look up.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" The little boy's heart-wrenching screams echoed through the square.

The flames engulfed his handsome face, carrying with them his cries of "Father! Mother! Save me!" to hell.

The boy's father and mother both knelt down.

They bowed and worshipped the tiny figure, charred in the flames, towards the sky.

There was no pain of losing a child, but rather a sense of relief at escaping a disaster.

That constantly bending spine, a look of devout devotion to the Lord.

It's as if it's saying:

"Great Lord! We have corrected the mistakes we made with our own hands, please do not be angry with us."

The boy's wails briefly drowned out the prayers of the crowd, lasting for a while.

It was only for a short while.

Gradually, silence fell, leaving only unwavering worship...

A solution... think of a solution quickly... Lorne quickly recovered from his grief, constantly searching his memories and pondering a way to break the deadlock.

There's no time for sadness.

I'm next!

Amidst the excitement, a strange feeling welled up inside me, and a pale blue panel slowly appeared before my eyes.

Lorne Holt

Age: 17

[Occupation: Martial Artist]

[Talent: (None)]

【掌握武学：吐纳术lv1（0/100），三叠劲lv1（0/100）】

[Attributes: Constitution 3, Strength 3, Agility 7, Spirit 0, Magic 0]

[Attribute Points: 0]

[Expansion Points: 0] [Martial Arts Library]

My cheat code? My savior has arrived!

wrong...

After reading the above content, Lorne felt his heart sink.

This is a martial arts panel. The breathing technique and the triple force are martial arts that I was proficient in in my previous life, and the panel has brought them over.

The cheat codes are great, but there's a problem...

Lorne twisted the thick hemp rope binding his wrists: He needed a chance to show his skills!

This body is very weak, perhaps due to long-term malnutrition.

Leaving aside whether he could unleash three bursts of force, just considering the damage alone, it probably wouldn't be able to hit any of the burly men who had been working the land for a long time.

Moreover, there was also a mysterious black-robed wizard.

This cheat code is currently useless.

"Father." Lorne looked at the man behind him, trying to awaken his fatherly love.

In return, the large hand pressing down on his shoulder tightened even more.

......

Why is that?!

Lorne was devastated and wanted to vent, but he was still held firmly in place.

In my memory, those large hands had gently taken the original owner's small hand more than once.

As the sun sets, his broad back always sits beside my small self by the rice paddies, dreaming of the future: "Son, one day, Dad will buy a piece of farmland that belongs to us."

Beautiful memories are flashing through my mind.

Is it because the other party is a wizard?

A single remark from the other party can shatter a family bond that has lasted for many years...

Lorne gradually became numb.

"This insane world is better off dead..." He was moved and disappointed by this world, and gave up resisting.

...

I don't know how much time passed...

The man behind me forcefully grabbed my collar.

He treated me like an enemy.

But I am his son...

I was pushed toward the bronze pillar without realizing it, but I knew what awaited me.

This damn world!

Good heavens, if my fate after transmigrating is to be burned alive, then please let it all end quickly and free me!

...

With a "snap," the cool touch on his face pulled Lorne back to reality.

Raindrops fell from the gray sky, landing on his face and sliding down his cheeks.

The ashes on the ground rose gently, and the bronze pillar in front of them hissed, with a human-shaped scorch mark remaining on it.

He didn't shed a tear, but the sky seemed to weep.