Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 1 The Lucky Ones of the Grass Trial

Kaer Mohen, 1248.

"Hang in there, Wayne. Just a little longer and you'll make it."

An aged voice, tinged with anxiety, reached Wayne's ears.

However, Wayne had no time to pay attention to the voice. He felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if countless venomous snakes and scorpions were crawling all over him, tearing at his flesh. Countless venoms seeped into his body, and his muscles seemed to have been dissolved and then forcibly molded back to their original shape. Apart from the excruciating pain and numbness, he could not move his limbs at all.

Enduring this inhuman torture, Wayne could vaguely hear the voice of the old man beside him, as if he were teaching him how to control his body, or as if he were encouraging him to persevere.

The agonizing pain caused Wayne to let out a wail, and after enduring for more than ten minutes, he inevitably fell into a coma.

After an unknown amount of time, when Wayne felt his body was slightly better, he mustered all his strength and opened his eyes.

What came into view was a stone ceiling covered with moss and cobwebs. He instinctively wanted to look around, but just turning his head almost exhausted him.

After observing for a while, Wayne deduced that this was a building similar to an ancient castle, constructed of piled rocks. In addition to the wooden bed he was lying on, there were some glass test tubes similar to those used in chemical experiments, as well as various experimental equipment such as tweezers and crucibles on the surrounding tables.

The cold, damp aura emanating from him made Wayne feel as if he should be in a basement-like room.

However, before he could continue observing, a sharp, tearing pain shot through his brain.

"Ah! ~ Ah!"

This intense pain comes on quickly and goes away just as fast.

In less than a minute, Wayne's mind returned to normal, and the memories of a half-elf boy appeared out of thin air in his memory.

Along with this, information about the essential cheat codes that time travelers must have also entered the brain.

Wayne (14 years old)

Occupation: Witcher

Level: 1 (0/100)

Attributes: Strength 13, Agility 18, Constitution 15, Spirit 18.

Skills: Swordsmanship LV1, Signs LV1, Genetic Mutation LV1.

Special Bloodline: Ancient Blood (weak, unawakened) requires 10 ability points to activate.

Additional skills: Archery LV1, Cooking LV1.

The Witcher, this is the world of the Witcher.

Before Wayne could even fully consider the matter of time travel, a slightly heavy footstep came from outside the room.

A few seconds later, Wayne saw an old man in worn-out armor, with a kind and respectable appearance, walk through the door and into the room.

Seeing Wayne awaken, the old man couldn't help but smile with joy. He picked up a bowl of cooked vegetable soup from the table beside him, sat down by Wayne's bedside, and said with emotion:

"You're finally awake, child."

"Thank goodness you're still alive."

Based on his memories, Wayne looked at the old man's slightly sad face, hesitated for a second, and then spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Teacher Vesemir, am I the only survivor?"

Upon hearing this, the old man couldn't help but sigh, close his eyes, and stroke Wayne's hair.

"Yes, of all the children, you're the only one who survived."

"The mutation process of the Trial of the Grasses has a very high failure rate without a warlock casting a stabilizing spell for us."

Looking at Wayne, who was weak and had almost died, Vesemir seemed to have made a decision, and his tone suddenly became much more weathered.

"The Witcher Trials are too dangerous."

"Perhaps, after you, there will be no new witchers in Kaer Morhen."

………………

One month later, at the training grounds in Kaer Morhen.

At dawn, as the sun was just rising, Wayne, holding an unsharpened steel sword, was practicing his Witcher swordsmanship against a mannequin made of straw and wood.

He moved swiftly and agilely, constantly slashing and thrusting. The heavy steel sword in his hand was swift and fierce with every strike, leaving many dents on the dummy made of hard wood.

He practiced for two hours straight, until he was sweating profusely, his hands and feet were weak, and his muscles were slightly sore, before Wayne finally heard that strange voice in his mind again.

Swordsmanship proficiency +1, current progress: 36.

Swordsmanship LV1: Swordsmanship power +5%

After a period of exploration, Wayne discovered that, apart from being able to upgrade his skill levels with the ability points he gained from leveling up, the most important thing for him was to rely on diligent study and practice.

Even now, if one's swordsmanship level is raised from one to two, it still requires more than two hundred hours of dedicated training, which is quite difficult.

Fortunately, as a sports student, he has no shortage of patience and enthusiasm for training.

Exhaling a soft breath, Wayne took off his already sweat-soaked linen shirt, revealing his youthful yet already quite defined muscles. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up his steel sword, and walked towards Kaer Mohammed's castle.

Passing through the castle gates, in the somewhat dimly lit castle hall, the old witcher Vesemir sat in a wooden armchair with a dozen thick books beside him, his head drooping and emitting soft snores.

Seeing this scene, Wayne couldn't help but smile.

Vesemir was a respectable elder. Over the past month, the old man not only devoted himself to teaching him various witcher skills, but also taught him many principles of life, giving Wayne, who was suddenly far away from his familiar environment, a sense of reliance.

As a Witcher who has lived for hundreds of years, the old man is practically a living antique in the Witcher world, and also the most respected person in the hearts of everyone in the Wolf School.

He didn't disturb the old witcher's sleep, but tiptoed upstairs to his room, where he took a cold shower using the water that had been prepared beforehand.

Life in the Middle Ages was quite austere; his room contained only a few pieces of furniture.

After changing into clean clothes, Wayne looked at his handsome face in the mirror. Apart from his amber cat-like eyes and pointed ears, he was no different from an ordinary teenager. He sighed softly.

In his previous life, he was a promising archery athlete who was tragically killed in an accident by a dump truck, which led him to this world.

Unexpectedly, judging from the possessed boy's memories, his background in this life was also extremely tragic.

This half-elf boy named Wayne had a mother named Martha, who was an elven prostitute in the slums of Vizima. As for who his father was, even Martha herself didn't know.

Because of his mother's unusual profession, the boy was born in a brothel and lived there for eight years until Martha contracted a serious illness, and the mother and son were kicked out of the brothel.

Before he died, he gave him to the old witcher Vesemir, who was passing by and had been training in Kaer Morhen for six years.

There were originally six children training with Wayne, but because the Grass Trial lacked the help of sorcerers, he was the only lucky one who survived.

However, Wayne knew very well that if it weren't for his unexpected time travel, none of the six children would have survived.

It wasn't until decades later, when the Witcher 1 storyline began, that Kaer Morhen welcomed a new Witcher.

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(End of this chapter)