I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 40: Norse mythology is truly top-tier material in ACG (Anime, Comics, and Games).

Looking at Geralt, Ciri hesitated for a moment before saying:

"After all, the system chose you. Perhaps you possess some unknown power?"

Upon hearing this, Geralt shook his head, and just as he was about to deny it outright, Ron said from the side, "It's not impossible."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Geralt turned his gaze to Ron beside him. Ron replied bluntly, "While your father, Colin, is a lowlife mercenary, your mother, Vinsenna, is no ordinary woman. Hmm, you should remember, right?"

"...Hmm, I know a little."

Upon hearing Ron's question, Geralt's eyes also revealed a hint of reminiscence.

Geralt's mother, Vinsenna, was a druid witch. Unlike sorceresses, witches are not sterilized because their infertility is irreversible. Sterilization is only enforced at the witch school on the island of Xenide.

In the world of Witcher, druids are scholars of the forest, a race with a profound understanding of the laws of nature, capable of divination through animal entrails or cheese. For mortals, druids typically serve as spiritual mentors, herbalists, and alchemists.

Naturally kind and unwilling to let anyone be harmed, druids provide free treatment to anyone in need, making them a race loved and revered by everyone in the world of witchers.

For example, there are many druids on the Skellige Isles. They meet, meditate, and read holy books in sacred groves. Many druids also use magic and even play a role similar to that of a garrison warlock, such as praying for rain in the arid regions they live in.

Geralt's mother does not appear in the games, but rather in the short story "Something Else" within the Witcher universe. Geralt is severely injured at the time and is being treated by Vinsenna; this is the first time Geralt sees his mother in person.

The events take place after the Sintra massacre in the Witcher world, a pivotal event that spans almost the entire Witcher series. Geralt travels there hoping to find Ciri, and is severely wounded in the process. On his deathbed, Geralt is guided in a dream by his mother, Vinsenna, and ultimately encounters Ciri.

As he said this, Ron added, "It may sound strange, but completing the Witcher mutation might not be a good thing for you. Although this evolutionary path of mutation is quite feasible, it places extremely high demands on the materials used for the mutation and the mental fortitude of the person performing it."

"As a natural-born mage, if you hadn't become a witcher, you should have become a powerful spellcaster... In fact, you could be a powerful spellcaster now, but the witcher's philosophy seems to make you see magic merely as a convenient tool?"

Upon hearing this, Geralt nodded: "Yes... for a witcher, magic only needs to be effective."

"Then how about changing your attitude?" Ron suggested. "Although you are a half-human, half-druid, your talent is still very high. For example, you can recover your strength and injuries through meditation, which should be the power of your mother's bloodline. And the reason why your signs are faster and stronger than other witchers may also be closely related to this."

"..."

After hearing Ron's suggestion, Geralt remained silent for a long time before hesitatingly saying, "But... isn't it too late for me to start learning magic now?"

"It's alright, it's never too late." Ron put his arm around Geralt's shoulder and said teasingly, "Don't you have a lot of female sorcerers around you? Maybe you can take this opportunity to learn some more skills~"

Upon hearing this, Ciri couldn't help but purse her lips, clearly having heard about her old man's indecent behavior. Seeing Ciri's expression, Geralt coughed twice and waved his hand, saying, "What are you talking about? I don't understand a word. Hmm, speaking of which, how many system coins would Yennefer need to come to this world?"

Ron glanced at the system shop's price and said, "Not bad, not expensive, fifty system coins... Damn it, I spent thirty coins to bring Nakime here, why does Yennefer only cost fifty?!"

Nakime: "..."

Ciri nodded and said, "If that's the case, then I'll return the money to you first."

As she said this, Ciri prepared to return the system coins Geralt had given her. However, before she could even make a move, she saw Geralt shake his head and say, "No, you keep it. Even if it's about learning magic, now's not the time. If the goal is to gain sufficient power in the short term, then you should take it."

Geralt said, "Although I know nothing about magic, the ancient blood within you must be more powerful than the druidic blood I inherited from my mother."

"That's true." Ron, half-reclining on a sofa in the middle of the hospital lobby, said lazily.

"With the Ancient Blood, traversing worlds is child's play once you've mastered its power. Nothing related to space-time is simple. Speaking of which, the shopping bag guy mentioned wanting to study the Ancient Blood within you. How about it? Interested in going to Kamar-Taj as an exchange student? And bring your parents along too."

"Is this...is this convenient?"

Hearing Ron's suggestion, Ciri seemed somewhat tempted. After all, the ancient one's mere presence, capable of forcibly anchoring the surrounding space, was still unforgettable for Ciri. It could be said that even the most powerful sorcerers Ciri had encountered in the many worlds where the celestial spheres converged, such as Merlin, could not match the oppressive force emanating from that old man.

"There shouldn't be any problem. Although we're not in the same department, we're all in the same company. We're even in the same office... Wait, let me ask."

As he spoke, Ron opened the system panel and clicked on Ancient One in the friends list.

"Hello, are you there?"

"Not here, get out."

"Can I help you with something?"

……

A moment later, Ron nodded, closed the system interface, and said to Ciri, "OK, Kamar-Taj has agreed. The half-corpse we gave to the Ancient One was tuition. However, more detailed instruction might have to wait until after the Wild Hunt. Right now, I also have some things to take care of with the shopping bag."

"But there's no need to rush. A sorcerer from Kamar-Taj will come to provide guidance tomorrow. However, for more advanced knowledge, you'll need to go to Kamar-Taj to study it in depth."

Hearing this, Ciri breathed a sigh of relief and then said gratefully, "Thank you, Ron."

"Call me Dean." Ron tapped his ID card on his chest.

"Okay, Dean Ron." Ciri shrugged, indicating that she didn't quite understand why Ron valued this position so much.

Having finalized the general arrangements, Ron led Geralt and Ciri to two rooms. Unlike the wolf's wariness, the two chose a comfortable single room with a rather open view. After settling in, Ron leisurely browsed the system shop that appeared on the outer wall of their room, looking for anything of value.

The wolf, drawn by the scent, arrived and, after a brief tour, purchased some finished alchemical potions and alchemical bombs, clearly intending to integrate them into its prosthetic weapon.

However, considering the wolf's limited cultural level, it is estimated that the system will inevitably charge it a processing fee.

After a brief tour, Ron didn't buy anything. Instead, he returned to his room and had Nakime retrieve Illusion's body from his spatial storage.

Geralt beheaded Illerith's body, and his body was also split in half during his conversation with the Ancient One. It wasn't cut in half at the waist, but rather cleaved in two like a white pig. However, since he had already bled out beforehand, the body wasn't soiled after being removed.

The armor was intact, made of excellent materials, and felt heavy in the hand. He was, after all, a commander of the Wild Hunt army. Although not as powerful as Eredin, the King of the Wild Hunt, Illerith's armor was engraved with magic. Besides being sturdy and tough, although it looked bulky, it didn't feel too heavy to wear.

Furthermore, because the Wild Hunt has mastered a portion of the ancient blood, it can perform short-distance spatial jumps to a certain extent. However, this puts a certain strain on the body; an ordinary person would likely vomit uncontrollably after just one jump.

However, Ron was more interested in White Frost than in Illeris's corpse.

The frost primarily adhered to Illerith's armor, protected by the magical inscriptions within it. As long as the inscriptions remained functional, the frost wouldn't affect Illerith. To facilitate matters with the Ancient One, Ron sent one-third of the frost, along with half of Illerith's body, to her. The remaining frost, after being collected, amounted to only a small puddle about the size of a palm.

In the world of Witcher, white frost is a very mysterious and special substance that represents the end of the world.

The legends of the Witcher world are heavily influenced by Norse mythology, and the belief in the mysterious ouroboros is ubiquitous throughout Skellige.

Legend has it that it holds its own tail in its mouth, forming a figure-eight shape with its body, thereby creating time. When the ouroboros holds its own tail again, completing the circle, the cycle of time will be complete, bringing about the legendary final era, also known as the White Frost Era, or the Wolf's Blizzard.

Once this era arrives, a wolf will devour the sun, and the moon will experience an eclipse. Then comes the final battle: a longship called the Nagil, made of the fingernails and claws of the dead, will arrive on Earth, carrying an army of spirits and demons to destroy the world. The golden rooster, Camby, will warn the hero Hamdal about the longship's arrival, and Hamdal will then cross the Rainbow Bridge to stop the invasion of the dark forces. This battle will determine whether the world is shrouded in eternal night or whether a new dawn will break.

In the Skellige mythology of the Witcher world, White Frost is terrifying and carries a prophetic quality. However, from Ron's observation, White Frost is more like an infinitely small particle with anomalous properties. He can feel a chill when he touches it with his finger.

However, this is not the temperature of the frost itself. The frost itself has no temperature. The reason it feels cold is because the frost is constantly absorbing heat from the surrounding environment, just like a sponge absorbing water.

Without knowing this beforehand, there is indeed a high probability that one would mistake it for something like a snowflake.

Before long, Ron's fingers, which he touched with Frost, became ice-cold and lost all feeling. With just a little force, his fingers fell to the ground and shattered into lifeless blocks of ice.

Ron didn't show much expression on his face, but simply urged his blood to regenerate quickly.

Frost may look ordinary, just some white dust. But in reality, these inconspicuous little things have destroyed many worlds.

The story of White Frost destroying the world is not just a legend. In the Wizarding World, there are a large number of elven astronomers. According to their observations, as long as White Frost appears on a planet, all the planets in the entire star system will turn into lifeless ice blocks within decades.

It is speculated that the frost continuously absorbs heat from the planet. As the heat is depleted, the planet itself will experience perpetual snowfall and grow increasingly cold. Ultimately, the entire world will lose all warmth and heat, transforming into a giant block of ice.

Another point is the relationship between White Frost and Wild Hunt.

Although frost often appears wherever the Wild Hunt appears—in fact, it's said that the Wild Hunt's King, Eridian, frequently uses frost in combat, such as tearing a rift in space and using frost-formed freezing winds to kill enemies—the frost is actually constantly hunting the Wild Hunt. The Wild Hunt's relentless traversal and plundering of numerous worlds is precisely to evade this pursuit.

However, with the first conjunction of the celestial spheres in the Wizarding World, the Wild Hunt lost its ability to travel between worlds and could only wait to perish in its own homeworld. This continued until they cultivated a new Ancient Blood. The holder of this Ancient Blood eloped with a human, and this holder of the Ancient Blood was Ciri's ancestor.

It was precisely in order to reclaim the Ancient Blood and regain the ability to travel through time and evade the Frostbite that the Wild Hunt relentlessly pursued Ciri. Now, Geralt has come to the Marvel universe, and Ciri, following Geralt's scent, has come to the Marvel universe, while the Wild Hunt, following the scent of the Ancient Blood on Ciri, has followed her.

After studying it all night, Ron shook his head helplessly.

It still wasn't working quite right—even the elven scholars in the Witcher world hadn't figured this thing out, and my efforts here, working in isolation, yielded very limited results.

However, since both are based on Norse mythology, perhaps this world's Asgard will have some good information?

(End of this chapter)