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Chapter 33 - Little Thing, You've Got System Coins!

Ron accepted the five million check with a smile. It wasn't very useful, but Ron always accepted these kinds of things without hesitation.

There's no other way! I was terrified of poverty in my past and even longer lives! In my previous life, it was manageable; if I was broke, I could just eat rice with salt and multivitamins. It was haphazard, but I could barely survive. But in Bloodborne, without the Blood Echoes to enhance my abilities, I'd truly die!

Watching the very person who was about to put a chastity belt on him, grinning as he stuffed a large check from his company into his pocket, Tony Stark was furious—Tony swore that under any other circumstances, he would have taught this black-clad sorcerer a lesson. But now, feeling Pepper's unfriendly gaze, Tony shrank back and looked away.

Seeing this, Ron chuckled and pointed at Tony, saying to Ethan and Geralt, "I have to say, this Tony is such a loser! He gives Pepper a French salute the moment he sees her, and they swap genders at least five times a night! He even ejaculates without a condom and thinks the other person is doing it for his own good!"

"That's enough! What did I do to you! Why did you attack me the moment you came in?"

"Ah, because I hate the rich." Ron honestly scratched the back of his head.

"..."

Seeing Ron suddenly become so obedient, and rubbing his temples, Tony was basically certain that the asylum director was mentally unstable. Thinking this, Tony also gave Pepa a conciliatory look: "You see, he's clearly acting on his personal emotions; you can't take his so-called diagnosis results seriously at all!"

In the past, Tony would never have shown such an expression. Because no matter how well he and Pepper knew each other, their relationship was only that of boss and personal assistant.

But not now. Looking at Pepana's haggard appearance, which even makeup couldn't hide, and feeling the worry in her eyes, Tony felt that all the sweet words he had when he was lingering among the flowers couldn't be uttered...

"What a romantic! No wonder he couldn't let go of his eldest daughter in the end."

Seeing the two of them staring at each other with burning eyes, Ron curled his lip, then walked to the liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of beer, chopped off the bottle neck with a chop, and started chugging it down.

Hunters rarely drink alcohol, as a numbed mind is prone to mental distortion. However, for someone at Ron's level to have their mind numbed by alcohol would be truly bizarre.

Upon hearing Ron's words, both Pepper and Tony were taken aback, then abruptly turned their gazes to Ron beside them: "Can't let go of what?!"

"It's nothing, let's talk business."

Turning his gaze to Geralt beside him, Ron chuckled and said, "So, White Wolf, finished watching?"

"It's really speechless. First it was Sekiro, and now this white wolf. It's like falling into a canine den. Don't they know that Soul-type people are most afraid of the Dog Lord of Cinder?"

Ignoring Ron's rambling, Geralt simply nodded thoughtfully after reading the system's newcomer guide.

When Ron arrived at the top of Stark Industries, he underwent system binding—like Wolf, he was a level two system. Geralt quickly understood his situation by reading the system's newcomer guide.

But this didn't make Geralt feel much more relaxed. On the contrary, looking at Ron in front of him, Geralt frowned and asked bluntly:

"Basically... I understand. But I'm sorry, I have other things to do, things that I consider more important than the so-called system. You just mentioned Vesemir's fate, so you should know how important Vesemir is to me."

Vesemir, Geralt's teacher, is the most senior and experienced Witcher in the entire Witcher universe, and the last master of the Wolf School.

Witchers are a special type of mutant who possess superhuman endurance and vitality, and consequently, a much longer lifespan.

Depending on the novels, games, and animations, the ages of the characters in the Witcher series vary.

For example, in the Netflix spin-off animated series *The Witcher 3: Nightmare of the Wolves*, Vesemir is depicted as born in 1095 and dying in 1272, around 180 years old at the time of his death. In the game, his age is even greater because Witchers were created in the 10th century of this universe, and Witcher mutations can only occur in children. Considering other miscellaneous factors, Vesemir is at most close to 300 years old, but not more than 300.

It is precisely because of these many versions that Ron finds it difficult to determine which version the white wolf before him belongs to. But regardless of the version, Vesemir has played a crucial role and is a trusted mentor to generations of wolf-faction witchers.

Well, aside from these versions intended for the general public, it's also possible that they're some special, scrapped design concepts. After all, it's an abandoned universe, so nothing would be surprising to see anything like it.

Thinking about it, Ron stroked his chin and said, looking at Geralt in front of him, "So you're planning to go back to Kaer Morhen and fight the Wild Hunt with your master and the others?"

"Hmm." Gerald nodded, then said, "The help my teacher gave me went far beyond simply teaching me how to survive. Now that I know how dangerous this war is, I have even less reason to stand idly by..."

"No way, what the hell is my daughter? Whose daughter am I with?! Explain yourself!"

Geralt looked up at Ron: "If you may, would you be willing to tell me what you know? After the battle, whatever the outcome, I will do everything in my power to repay your kindness."

"Ha, getting valuable information out of me isn't that easy."

Upon hearing Geralt's words, Ron's lips curled into a cold, unapproachable smile.

Seeing this, Geralt couldn't help but purse his lips.

The Wild Hunt's threat was imminent, Ciri's future was uncertain, Kaer Morhen was on the verge of collapse, and Vesemir's fate was shrouded in gloom... These things, one after another, all suddenly appeared before Geralt's eyes. This heavy pressure made even a seasoned witcher like Geralt feel a weight on his heart, and even breathing became exceptionally difficult.

He felt neither joy nor any relaxation. Even though he kept telling himself he had to find a way to offer the person in front of him a tempting offer in exchange for information, Geralt didn't know where to begin...

Just then, with a crisp sound, Ron raised his hand, and a stack of cards landed on the table in front of Geralt.

"If you can beat me at Gwent, I might be so kind as to tell you some top-secret information."

Upon hearing this, Geralt couldn't help but twitch his lips a few times, then gave a "I really can't do anything with you" look and took out a stack of cards from his pocket.

"Then you'd better be well prepared."

……

"I offer up the Scoia'tael recruits and the young Treant as sacrifices, their combined power is two, 2+2, Giant Jet Satellite Shining! Your life is but a candle in the wind, Shiny!"

Watching Ron blast him to death with his hand-drawn cards, and glancing at the cards Ron had thrown on the table with the victory—named "Pot of Greed," "Invincible," "Twisting Nether," "Rayquaza VMAX," and "Desperate Endgame Imokku"—Geralt felt like a clown for trying to win the game through sheer strength to obtain crucial information about the Wild Hunt.

Ron: "What do you mean? Still want to play?"

Geralt: "..."

Tony: "...Daughter?"

Looking at Ron, who seemed eager for another round, Geralt nodded after a moment of silence, then asked, "If I win, will you tell me?"

"Of course~"

"Then let's continue." Taking a deep breath, Geralt was prepared to stay up all night.

The Witcher's perception and endurance, honed through mutation, far surpass those of ordinary people. Although he didn't know who Ron was, he would grit his teeth and persevere for Ciri's sake or for Vesemir's.

Looking at Geralt, whose gaze was resolute and who had begun to reshuffle the deck, Ron stroked his chin and said with some emotion, "I considered many of your reactions, such as persuading me with words, coercing me with a steel sword, or using the Axii sign to change my mind... But now it seems you've chosen the dumbest method, trying to wear me down with time?"

"Although I'm unsure where the future lies, I don't want to leave a bad impression."

"Haha, those who hate witchers will be very surprised to hear this. The butcher of Bravikan is actually afraid of leaving a bad impression on others~"

With that, Ron simply threw his cards onto the table and said, "Since you've gone this far, I'm not going to keep joking around here."

Upon hearing this, Geralt sat up straight, a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

"You don't need to think about going back to Kaer Morhen."

"What do you mean?"

"You are not the only one who came into this world. Or rather, when you came into this world, some people who cared about you also came here, which triggered many uncertain events."

Looking at Geralt, whose eyes were filled with solemnity, Ron opened his system panel and sent some of the messages he had received to Geralt's secondary system.

"My system privileges are slightly higher than yours, so I have access to more and more detailed information. After you unexpectedly agreed to become a member of the team and came to this world, your adopted daughter Ciri also came to search for you by following the trail you left when you teleported. However, this world is quite special. Even though you have the blood of the ancients and can travel between different worlds, the special nature of this world still leaves obvious traces and rifts."

As Geralt listened to Ron's explanation and read the message Ron sent, his originally calm and composed eyes grew increasingly grim.

A moment later, Geralt put away the system panel and looked at Ron: "So, in other words..."

"In other words, Ciri has already come to this world along the timeline you left behind when you came here. Judging by the time, she should be licking her wounds and gathering information about this world somewhere in this city right now."

Ron said calmly, "That's why I said you don't need to go back to Kaer Morhen. The Wild Hunt has already discovered the traces Ciri left when she came looking for you. Before long, this city under your feet will replace Kaer Morhen as the battlefield to fight the Wild Hunt."

Upon hearing this, Geralt took a deep breath. He reopened his eyes, a determined look appearing in them.

"This is my responsibility, I will handle it."

"How are you going to handle this all by yourself? How are you going to manage it? It's quite a coincidence that you were teleported here at this particular time. I'll have to report this to my superiors later."

Normally, world teleportation through the World Tree leaves no trace, as the World Tree system itself is the foundation supporting the growth, operation, and development of worlds. However, teleportation using one's own bloodline power, like Ciri's, leaves obvious traces between worlds, which the Wild Hunt can use to track down their prey.

World Tree teleportation wouldn't leave similar traces—but Geralt had barely teleported when Ciri caught up. The Ancient Blood, on the other hand, could traverse time and space, though it would leave a trail. Having relentlessly pursued Ciri, the Wild Hunt, upon discovering her traces of another time travel, didn't hesitate to join the chase.

"..."

As Ron explained the situation, Tony, who didn't understand what the World Tree System was, couldn't help but blink his large, bright eyes upon hearing the reason for the impending disaster in New York. For a moment, he even forgot to ask about his daughter and said hesitantly, "Your organization... it sounds a bit like a makeshift operation?"

Hearing this, Ron was also taken aback. He then turned his questioning gaze to Geralt beside him: "What do you think?"

When questioned, Geralt's face showed a hint of reluctance and struggle.

Seeing this, Tony asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"...A mission." Faced with Tony's curious question, Geralt said somewhat hesitantly, "I've received my first mission."

"What mission?"

I'll beat you into a pig's head.

Why?

"Because of slander."

"what?"

Tony gasped in disbelief, then saw Ron stand up and roll up his sleeves. He felt Ron's right fist throbbing with anticipation—

"No! What are you doing! I'm calling the police if you keep doing this!"

"Enough talk! Little brat, you've got system coins!!"

"That's impossible!" Tony pretended to call Jarvis to call the police, but then heard Ron say, "Stand still, and I'll read you a script after the money arrives!"

Upon hearing this, Tony's action of calling the police froze in mid-air. He gritted his teeth: "Is it related to my daughter?"

"I guarantee it's related to your lower body!"

"Damn it... go easy on me!"

"A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one; it won't be any less severe! White Wolf, give him a good beating!!"

(End of this chapter)