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

"Brother Lorne," the little one said dejectedly, "Will Mia be cursed in the future...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lorne interrupted him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't overthink it."

"Let's talk about the paintings by the little elf," Lorne changed the subject.

It's better to talk to children about positive and uplifting topics.

He pointed to the angel in the center of the canvas: "Mia, this true spirit doesn't look like this."

This time, Lorne didn't use the title "Little Elf Prince," but acted like an older brother patiently instructing his younger sister.

"He could be anyone, including Mia, of course," Lorne said to Mia earnestly.

The little guy longed for the so-called ideal world, but after he left tomorrow, the chances of the two meeting again were zero.

He hoped that Mia would have something to look forward to in the future, even though she was cursed.

"Respect life and value truth, rather than blindly advocating the supremacy of truth."

"With a love for life and a heart full of ideals, Mia can also create her own ideal world."

Mia tilted her little head, somewhat confused, but also absorbed in the moment.

My own...ideal world?

It is full of longing...

...

For the rest of the time, Lorne and Mia began chatting tirelessly.

After chatting about the daily lives of elves, humans, and other miscellaneous things, it was already quite late.

Mia left with a heavy heart.

There is plenty of free time left.

Lorne picked up the parchment scroll that Sodrion had given him and began to study it.

There are five sheets in total, each recording the method for drawing different runes.

The production process is relatively simple, and the rune patterns are not very complex. At Lorne's current skill level, he can produce three types.

Dust removal, water gathering, resilience.

These three runes have a single function, and Lorne is also familiar with the combination of core and auxiliary runes: layering.

Following the drawing instructions and patterns on the parchment scroll, you can start making it as long as you have the materials.

As for the other two, Lorne is far from being able to produce them.

One of them was very familiar to him; he had even used it before: 'Protection'.

The pattern of the "protection" is not particularly complicated, but it requires a lot of creativity.

The rune for "protection" alone has more than a dozen categories.

The most common types are those that resist elemental erosion, resist brute force and impact, and resist the influence of mental energy.

This all requires secondary expansion of the basic texture.

Lorne can only draw basic patterns.

As for the last one, Lorne hadn't expected that Sodrion would have such a rune.

—"Spiritual Vision".

According to the description on the parchment, after use, one can see the trajectory of the magic flow.

According to Lady Elena, isn't this a talent of the Kenlar elves?

Lorne was somewhat surprised that this talent could achieve the same effect by using the 'Spirit Vision' rune.

To his even greater surprise, Sodrion gave himself to him in such a radiant way.

It's a pity I can't make it...

The patterns of "Spiritual Vision" are extremely complex, and there is more than one core pattern.

It takes three core patterns plus several auxiliary patterns running in parallel to fully construct a rune.

Lorne falls short in terms of mental strength alone.

With a Spirit attribute of 2, he can draw a maximum of two simple runes consecutively, which is equivalent to two core runes and two auxiliary runes.

It couldn't even draw half of the total number of "spiritual vision" patterns.

Improving mental strength is now urgent!

Lorne stuffed the five parchments into his pocket.

The tattered gray mage robe he was wearing was very dirty.

During her stay in the elven settlement, Mia brought her food and water every day, and almost every meal consisted of fried ley potatoes.

Lorne feels nauseous just looking at it now.

As for convenience, Leodan would take Lorne to the thatched bushes and occasionally let him take a bath in the stream.

But there was only one piece of clothing.

The gray mage robe was almost black; it had many holes, frayed seams, and smelled of sweat.

Lorne felt that the only difference between him and a beggar was that he was homeless.

Back in the apprentice district, Lorne vowed to earn magic crystals by selling runes.

Change into a presentable outfit.

Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse.

Hopefully, random teleportation will transport me to the edge of the shallow resource zone, so I can walk a few steps back to the apprentice zone...

Lorne prayed silently, forcing himself to fall asleep.

These days in the elven settlement were truly leisurely; I didn't have to think about anything or worry about anything.

I just chat with the little guy every day and study rune literature, but being a prisoner is a bit tough.

Lorne actually wanted to stay.

Actually, by staying hidden in this folded space, one can at least escape the Black Tower's cruel survival rules.

No need to think about how to become a wizard apprentice in two months.

The Black Tower Guide wouldn't care about the disappearance of an ant.

However, there were still many things outside that Lorne needed to resolve, and a peaceful life was not what he desired.

He could have been the son of a farmer on the estate, living a peaceful and unassuming life.

Ralph could have been a responsible father.

And then there are those children who were burned alive for no reason.

Lorne will avenge this sooner or later.

Moreover, he had an agreement with Theodore.

One must establish a foothold in the Black Sun Tower before becoming a formal wizard and entering the Black Tower.

...

Shaking, noisy.

Lorne opened one eye, somewhat confused, and looked out the window to see that it was still dark outside.

So he turned over and went back to sleep.

Until the loud shouts, the intense trampling, and the piercing cries for help grew closer and closer.

He suddenly woke up with a start.

The outside is in complete chaos.

Lorne then realized that something big had happened.

Damn it... I messed up so badly before I left!

He quickly began to check his luggage.

A book titled "The Book of Elven Runes," five "Bright" runes, and five parchments.

He stuffed the two parchments, "Spiritual Vision" and "Protection," into his bosom, and put everything else into his pocket.

Could it be that the wizards of the Black Tower discovered this folded space?

Lorne had no idea what exactly was happening outside.

The situation doesn't look good.

At least we can't just sit here and wait to die in this cage... Lorne compared the thickness and width of the fence.

[Fist Bone] - Bonus.

He took a deep breath, and the muscles in his right arm trembled.

After clenching his fist, Lorne unleashed a burst of power and slammed it into the wooden fence.

"Bang—"

The fence snapped in two.

After smashing two beams in succession, a space was created just large enough for someone to turn sideways and pass through.

This cage is just a formality; it can't hold Lorne in the first place.

He can break through the fence and get out whenever he wants.

Pushing open the door, one finds the outside already in a state of considerable chaos.

The male elves ran towards the center of the poplar grove and the settlement, while the female elves gathered in groups of three or five.

There were also several deformed elves, with round lumps hanging from their bodies, and they moved very slowly.