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

The magical shuttle soared through the vast sky like a bird, leaving trails of light as it weaved through the clouds.

We flew over vast plains and lush forests, getting further and further away from the Black Sun Tower.

As the spell shuttle's flight stabilized, the wizard leading the group, Gunnar, left the control circle and instructed the big man to gather all the apprentices together.

After straightening his clothes, he began to explain: "The following are the specific details of this recruitment and related precautions."

Everyone was on high alert, including Lorne.

"...As stated in the recruitment notice, the main objective of this mission is to clean up the battlefield and retrieve usable items."

"The main objective is to recover the magical artifacts scattered throughout the Vol Manor, regardless of whether they are incomplete or severely damaged."

"Do not harbor any greed. Your role is merely to explore and notify me once you find any trace of the artifact."

Gunnar's tone was cold and harsh, making the already tense apprentices feel even heavier.

However, his next words brought a sense of relief to everyone.

"As long as you focus on your assigned tasks, and if you encounter any strange phenomena, leave immediately and report them to me, you can ensure your safety..."

"Understood, Lord Gunnar!" everyone nodded in unison.

Lorne didn't believe it was that simple, that there was no need to take any risks and that all he had to do was be a scout?

If it were really that easy, the reward for completing the recruitment would be a magical artifact?

It's likely that these guys were the vanguard, venturing deep into the ruins of Wall Manor to explore the unknown...

Gunnar then explained to everyone that there would be some magical pollution after the incident at Vol Manor, but it would not have a significant impact on them.

In short, if you're unsure what to do, just remember what we said earlier, leave quickly, and report back to Gunnar.

Among the apprentices, several acquaintances had already begun to discuss their relief.

"See? I was right before. These kinds of recruitments aren't very dangerous, and the rewards are quite generous..."

"...Luckily, I answered the call; I'm currently in dire need of a suitable magic array!"

"..."

After giving his instructions, Gunnar beckoned the big man to the control panel on the second floor of the shuttle and whispered something in his ear.

The burly man looked down at the reactions of the wizard apprentices on the deck below, a hint of pity in his eyes.

While everyone was engrossed in their discussion, only Lorne, who was standing in the corner looking somewhat lonely, noticed this.

The unease in my heart grew stronger.

Let's take it one step at a time... He walked to the edge of the deck and gazed into the distance where the shuttle was traveling.

I still remember the day we fled in haste, when Theodore and I wandered in the forest with no hope of a future, clinging to a sliver of hope.

For several days in a row, we traveled through the forest without daring to stop for a moment.

He had thought that when he returned to the manor, he was at least a formal wizard and had come to take revenge on those people.

Who can think of it?

Some fragmented memories will surface in my mind at just the right time.

The original owner's father was not strict in the scene; his dream was simply to own a piece of land of his own.

His mother never scolded him; whenever the original owner made a mistake, she would patiently teach him. There was no other word to describe her except "kindness".

Lorne found it hard to imagine why the original owner of this body would send his son to the execution platform when there was a deep bond between him and his parents.

At that time, the memories were merging, and the original owner's emotions also indirectly affected Lorne.

He understood how the original owner of this body felt at that time.

Giving up is better than resisting; the general idea is: since you want me to die, then I will obediently submit.

My parents, who gave me life and raised me, feel like they are the ones who bring disaster. Even my neighbors feel like I am a jinx. What is the point of living?

Lorne said he didn't understand, but respected.

To put it bluntly, he was a naive young man who lost the will to live.

This empathy had a certain impact on him at the time, causing Lorne to lose all hope and completely give up resisting.

Only after the influence of the original body gradually faded did he return to his true self.

Now, returning to Wall Manor, Lorne felt a mix of emotions, mostly a sense of melancholy.

The only remaining target for revenge is the old man in black robes whose identity is unknown, only that he comes from the Forest of Fireflies.

Hopefully, I won't run into any of those recruits this time...

The spell shuttle continued its journey towards its destination, and Lorne took a short rest in a corner, while the apprentices' discussions grew increasingly lively.

At first, there was some awkwardness, and most of them didn't know each other. But as the discussion deepened, many unfamiliar apprentices started to have conversations, and more people joined in.

"Excuse me..."

Lorne, who was resting with his eyes closed, heard a woman's voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Opening his eyes, he saw a shy-looking girl standing a body length away on the deck.

He wore a robe, a badge on his chest, and had short hair with a few tufts of hair sticking up on his head.

"How much does this magic sword cost?"

From the girl's tone, Lorne could tell that she was simply curious, without any other intentions or ulterior motives.

She showed no inclination to befriend Lorne; her gaze, however, was fixed expectantly on Lorne's waist, her eyes fixed on the magic sword.

It's like seeing a toy you want in a display case.

"Five high-grade magic crystals," Lorne told him truthfully.

"Huh? It's so expensive..." The price was clearly beyond the girl's expectations.

Five high-grade magic crystals is indeed a considerable amount. Even if you find a job as a potion-making assistant at the exchange, you can only earn five low-grade magic crystals a day.

It would take three months in total to afford it.

"Five high-grade magic crystals... I have three on hand now, and I'm still short two... After this recruitment is completed, I'll first go to the artifact store to choose an ice-type magic ring, and then think about buying a magic sword..." the girl began to plan.

After telling her the price, Lorne ignored her and closed his eyes to recall the key points of the fireball spell.

This level two spell was taught to me by Theodore, but I never had enough strength to master it.

After being promoted to second-level apprentice, Lorne would occasionally take a moment to rehearse in his mind, preparing for his future performance.

"Penny, what are you doing here?" Footsteps accompanied the creaking of the deck.

"Hmm... I've come to inquire about the price of this magic sword."

"A magic sword?"

His meditation was interrupted again, but Lorne was not annoyed and calmly opened his eyes.

He looked at the handsome face above him.

The other person's eyes immediately went straight to Lorne's chest, to the spot where he wore the apprentice badge.

"Friend," the handsome boy in front of him greeted him, extending his hand respectfully.

At the same time, he straightened his body slightly, puffed out his chest, and the apprentice badge on his chest became extremely conspicuous.

Two silver stripes, a second-level wizard apprentice.