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

The sky cleared, and a faint glimmer of dawn appeared in the east.

"Theodore, hang in there, don't stop!" Lorne carried Theodore through the dense forest.

South of Wall Manor was a forest, and after escaping the manor, the two ran south all night.

For that vague possibility, that sliver of hope, Lorne was willing to take a gamble.

It's better than being burned alive.

Fortunately, the jungle effectively slowed down the cavalry's advance compared to the plains.

This bought the two men a considerable amount of time to escape.

However, the muddy dirt roads and the dead branches and leaves in the forest became a major obstacle on their escape route.

After running all night, their cloth shoes were worn out, and broken branches embedded in their skin, leaving streaks of blood.

"Huff... Lorne..." Theodore gasped for breath, "I... I can't go on..."

Unlike Lorne, Theodore doesn't have a skill point allocation panel; he's still a child.

The first half of the night's sprint had already exhausted his physical strength, and in the second half of the night he was relying purely on willpower to move forward.

The jungle at night is like a dark maze; no matter how far you run, the surrounding scenery is always similar.

Darkness enveloped everything, rustling sounds came from all directions, and the endless edge of the jungle filled one with despair.

It further erodes people's defenses.

"Lorne, give up on me..." Theodore was on the verge of collapse when he suddenly let go of her.

He realized he was a burden.

"You can definitely escape," Theodore said, tears welling in his eyes. "You must reach the wizarding community in the south!"

"Are you kidding me!" Lorne grabbed Theodore by the collar. "Didn't we agree to become wizards together and then go back?"

Lorne pointed in the direction of Wall Manor.

His situation wasn't much better than Theo's, despite his improved physique and strength.

The practice of Triple Force requires an object to bear the force, such as a punching post or a sandbag.

In order to control his power and avoid making too much noise, Lorne practiced shadowboxing every time.

With the frequent use, Lorne felt that his body had reached its limit.

A dull, stinging pain emanated from deep within his bones, clearly a hidden injury left by the violent use of his strength.

Excessive muscle tremors can also lead to extremely serious side effects: rhabdomyolysis.

Although the fine sword wounds left by Andrew had scabbed over, their sheer number and density meant that every step forward was accompanied by the excruciating pain of the wounds tearing open.

"Listen, Theodore, we can't stop." Lorne cradled Theodore's head. "You know what happens if we get caught..."

Having absorbed the original body's memories and emotions, Lorne was unwilling to give up Theodore.

They have known each other since childhood and have a deep bond.

Lorne valued his life, but he couldn't abandon his companions, especially since he had promised the curly-haired boy that he would take him away from that hell.

"Lady Luck will be on our side," Lorne encouraged Theodore. "Don't give up, keep going..."

Seemingly moved by Lorne's words, Theodore wiped away his tears and nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

After a short rest, Lorne pulled Theodore forward.

Yes, he didn't know how far away the place where the wizards gathered in the south was.

Perhaps he couldn't reach it on foot, or perhaps he would be caught by pursuers on horseback.

But so what?

As long as there is hope for survival, the path lies ahead.

A thin mist rose from the forest, gradually making the outlines of the trees clearer, and a few clear birdsongs drifted from afar.

The sky will break, and dawn will eventually break.

As his vision cleared, Lorne looked at the curly-haired boy: "Theodore, do you know anything more about the wizarding community?"

According to the original owner's memories, without the aptitude for spiritual power, going to a place where wizards gather is no different from courting death.

They traveled a long way to deliver the in-body experiment supplies to those wizards.

Within the manor, only those aged eighteen and above can awaken their spiritual power, and this is limited to nobles.

A lowly commoner wants to become a wizard? Go be my experimental subject!

Lorne wasn't sure if he had the aptitude for mental power, but there was nothing he could do about it.

As a lowly commoner, he could only save his life from being hunted by another wizard by becoming a wizard.

"It seems..." Theodore mused, lost in thought, "The wizarding community in the south is the enemy of the Firefly Forest."

The Forest of Fireflies is located to the north of the manor, while the south side is in the opposite direction.

Theodore struggled to recall: "Because...the knight said that the South and the North were going to war, and Wall Manor was caught in the middle, which would be very difficult."

That's good news... Lorne felt relieved.

He was unaware of the old man in black robes' status in the Forest of Fireflies.

If one holds a high position, even if one joins a wizarding community in the south, the higher-ups may not be willing to protect a newly joined wizarding apprentice.

However, if the two sides are in a state of hostility, and one has joined the gathering place of wizards in the south, it will not be so easy for the old man in black robes to drag one to sacrifice.

Their thoughts drifted away... Lorne and Theodore, facing the rising sun, continued their journey southward with hope.

Even if the body is overwhelmed.

But their desire to live was enough to sustain them on.

...

Waltham Estate.

The metal armor made a low, clanging sound as it vibrated violently.

A knight clad in silver armor, wielding a longsword, escorted a blond boy to the dilapidated wooden hut.

"Lord Fernando, we only caught one child who escaped."

"A bunch of useless trash!" The old man in black robes stood at the door of the wooden house and slammed his gray staff down hard.

The armored knight lowered his head in shame.

He was the commander of the knights in the manor's knightly order and had sent two of his men to look after the children.

Who would have thought that a few children could turn the tables and kill two knights who had just begun practicing breathing techniques and were carrying swords?

Fernando's gaze swept over the bloodied and mangled face in the mud and the peaceful face with its eyes closed by the door...

His aged face became unpredictable, shifting between light and shadow.

He gently swung his grey-white staff and began to guide and chant softly:

"Souls who have quietly departed from this world! Are you filled with resentment? Are you lost? Are you burning with the fierce flames of revenge?"

"Tell me, what is the breath of life and death, the boundary between the living and the dead!"

The black robe billowed violently, and grayish-white runes continuously wrapped around the end of the staff.

The overwhelming pressure caused the knight commander to kneel slightly, his pupils filled with shock: "This is... a formal wizard?"

The long chanting ended, and silence returned to the surroundings.

Nothing happened... The knight commander was completely baffled.

Fernando slowly raised his cloudy eyes from beneath his black hood.

The colorful world seemed to have lost its color, leaving only gray and white.

Suddenly, a bright red color emanated from the body of the guard on the muddy ground, while the body of the dead guard at the gate was a rich, bright yellow.

The two colors represent anger and shock, respectively.

Interspersed within are two different colors, each representing a different emotion.

The black line representing the anti-pit headed straight south towards Wall Manor.

There are three threads corresponding to the emotion of fear:

One line intertwined with the black line, another connected to the blond boy in front of him, and the third meandered towards the northwest.

Fernando looked south with a complicated expression, a sneer playing on his lips.

He glanced disdainfully at the knight commander and said in a commanding tone, "Send your men to capture that insect that fled to the northwest."

"Yes, sir!" The knight commander straightened up, then asked in a low voice, somewhat puzzled, "What about the other two?"

Fernando did not answer.