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Chapter 53 - You played your cards exceptionally well!

Under Ron's arrangement, the first phase of the White Frost Team in Ron Park officially began operations.

Inside a small, enclosed room, a large number of Ian El elves belonging to the Wild Hunt Red Riders sat firmly on iron chairs that had been prepared beforehand. Spells were cast around them to make them easier for White Frost to spot. Then, a crack appeared above their heads, and a large amount of cold air, along with a small amount of White Frost, fell from above.

The frost cannot be collected at this stage. It must wait until the frost has absorbed enough 'warmth' and its own mystical properties have stabilized before it can be collected. This results in the Ron Park being in a state of around minus thirty degrees Celsius for a long time.

This -30 degree Celsius temperature isn't the perceived temperature; rather, it's the temperature at which a person is immediately and continuously warmed upon entering the room. For an average person, it only takes ten minutes for the internal and external temperatures to reach equilibrium.

But essentially, after absorbing all the warmth, the temperature of the area where the frost is located will reach thermal equilibrium, or heat death. Therefore, cold is only a transitional stage towards this result, not the complete end.

However, attempting to arrive at the heat death theory's prediction of the end of the universe through white frost would be so lengthy as to be practically meaningless. Because in this process, even the slightest occurrence of something like a Poincaré recurrence would necessitate starting all over again.

Even so, as a medium that can infinitely draw warmth and heat, white frost already possesses unimaginable value.

"At this rate, how much white frost can be produced in a month?"

"About five kilograms."

Nakime, who was standing to the side, quickly assumed the role of the park manager and said while holding her biwa, "There are relatively few of the Ain Elfs here, and in order to ensure the subsequent harvesting of White Frost, five kilograms is a more suitable yield."

"Five kilograms is the limit for a Wild Hunt rider, but not the limit for the park," Ron said.

"You must believe in their potential and inspire their fighting spirit, especially since these Wild Hunt members are heinous criminals, so don't worry about humanitarian issues. In short, as long as they don't die, increase their monthly production to at least ten kilograms! If the production meets the requirements, I will allow you to grant them temporary freedom of movement and related privileges."

Got it, KPIs, right?

Manager Nakime nodded thoughtfully, also lost in thought.

It's no wonder Nakime is so serious—at least, it means that she's not the only one suffering in this Infinite Castle.

Meanwhile, Ron continued his incessant chatter:

"In the Witcher world, White Frost is a symbol of Ain, but it's a valuable resource for those on the Arcane path. Frigga, the Queen of Asgard, has already ordered three kilograms from me, and the Ancient One is also quite interested. I also need White Frost to modify the basic form of the Infinity Castle... Right now, this method of using only a door to divide the battlefield is far too rudimentary!"

"I'll give you a month to increase production. If you fail, I'll transform you into an Ain Elf as well. Ghosts can heal themselves by absorbing dark magic, so perhaps you could become a perpetual motion machine?"

As he spoke, Ron turned and left the sweatshop in Ron Park.

Hearing Ron's words, Nakime turned to look at the Wild Hunt, who were being exploited for their remaining value. After a moment of silence, a cold glint appeared in her eyes.

The wicked need another wicked to deal with them. With such a huge difference in strength, Nakime had absolutely no intention of resisting Ron.

Since that's the case, in order to make their own lives a little more comfortable, they can only suffer the hardships of these new Wild Hunters!

While Nakime was pondering how to improve efficiency from both the craftsmanship and worker perspectives, elsewhere, outside the Ron Park, Ron was touring the main facilities of Wild Hunt Future…

Even though she deeply abhorred some of the Wild Hunt's atrocities, Ciri couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this a bit too cruel...? I mean, perhaps we could end their crimes in a more decisive and efficient way?"

"Don't do that. With the loss of emotions, I've already tried my best not to hurt innocent people. To be honest, I can now even tell which pig is more beautiful or more popular from the perspective of the other pigs."

Ron straightened his clothes and said nonchalantly:

"Besides, what kind of pain are they suffering? The frost will only cause them temporary hypothermia at most. Infinite City has excellent medical facilities. Unless the guy who attacked them is far beyond my limits, there is no injury that cannot be healed on my turf before they are squeezed out of every last bit of value."

"But what about those they took to the world of White Frost? The entire world was already suffering from scarcity due to their plundering, and with White Frost approaching, the endless winter will gradually freeze all hope. In the end, even a fire to keep warm will not be lit, and families can only huddle together for warmth, then make a pact to fall into a cold and silent eternal sleep..."

"In comparison, my approach was like that of an angel. At least it gave them a tiny glimmer of hope. As long as their monthly production targets were met, I would give them an hour of fresh air."

Tony: "It's a shame you don't hang lampposts."

"Nonsense, anyone here has the right to say that about me, except you."

Ciri, watching the two arguing, was clearly still somewhat uncomfortable. Geralt, however, remained completely unfazed.

He patted Ciri on the shoulder and said calmly, "Don't worry about such things. Every one of them who was recruited into the Red Cavalry by Eredin deserves to be an executioner."

"No, I'm just... just a little uncomfortable with this way of handling things." Ciri sighed. "Although the Dean can be quite frivolous at times, once this kind of thing starts, what if it extends to innocent people in the future..."

"Then let's help him in our own way, just as he's helping us in his own way." Geralt paused, then shrugged.

"If all else fails, perhaps we could try appealing? Like reporting it to a higher level?"

"You gay camel! I just solved your problem, and you're thinking of escalating it to a higher level!"

Hearing this annoying word, Ron bluntly said, "Looks like you've forgotten your lesson! But if you want to escalate this to a higher level, fine. Come on, let's have another thrilling Gwent duel!"

Upon hearing this, Geralt's expression immediately darkened. Seeing this, Ciri also appeared somewhat surprised.

You see, in Ciri's memory, Geralt, while not a gambling addict, was quite addicted to cards, always looking for strangers to play a few rounds whenever he had free time. So why is his expression now, as if he's eaten shit, whenever he hears about playing cards?

Although puzzled, Ciri recalled Geralt's earlier words, "to help him in our own way," and seeing that Geralt had absolutely no intention of playing cards, she simply took out her deck, which she hadn't touched in a while, and said:

"If you don't want to, I'll do it. How about it, Dean, interested in a game of Gwent?"

Upon hearing Ciri's words, Ron's face lit up with an expectant smile.

To put it bluntly, Geralt, a seasoned witcher, is really hard to deal with. After realizing that Ron liked to use cheat codes, he started to slack off, giving off an attitude of "Oh, is that all?", which made Ron feel no sense of satisfaction.

Looking into Ciri's pure eyes, untainted by nine years of compulsory education, Ron quickly realized that if he missed this opportunity to fry fish, he might never have another chance in the future!

New toys have arrived!

Watching Ciri being dragged into the Magic House by Ron to play cards, Geralt instinctively reached out his hand, but after thinking about it, he ultimately let it fall to the ground.

After all, some things are useless to just talk about; the feelings gained from personal experience are much deeper.

as well as……

Having completed my newbie tasks with an A-level rating, I've earned fifty system coins. Next, invitation scrolls should start appearing in my system shop.

Hmm, should I bring Yennefer over first, or Vesemir...? Hmm, I don't have enough system coins for my first mission, maybe I should bring Radish over first? Although Radish doesn't have much combat ability, as my mount, all my belongings are on Radish.

Even though his weapons have been upgraded to something much more powerful, and the runic longsword made of Uru metal is enough for Geralt to use for a lifetime, the things on Radish and Radish are not just weapons and tools... they are also witnesses and memories from the past.

Well, if I have the chance, I'll go to Kamar-Taj. Maybe the sorcerers there will be interested?

With the Wild Hunt, a major threat, eliminated, Geralt's mind began to stir.

After thinking for a moment, Geralt said, "Please see me out."

"OK."

Nakime nodded, then plucked the strings of her biwa to send Geralt back to the material realm.

Although she was Ron's subordinate, Nakime knew very well that the only reason the others in the hospital spoke to her peacefully was because of Ron. Otherwise, they would have drawn their swords immediately.

There was absolutely no intention of her relying on others' power, because Nakime knew very well that she was dispensable to her master, Ron. Initially, Nakime only had some value because she was needed to stabilize the Infinity Castle's form.

However, as Ron gained complete control of the Infinity Castle, Nakime could clearly sense that Ron's urge to "return" her was growing stronger... No, it was no longer just an impulse, but a serious consideration.

After all, that's thirty system coins, which is equivalent to the reward for a B-level mission rating!

Previously, she still had some value. But now, with Ron having fully understood and mastered the structure of the Infinite Castle, she no longer has any value to be exploited by her master... Therefore, the only way Nakime can think of to stay here is to increase her own value.

For example, helping Ron exploit people from other worlds!

Thinking to herself, Nakime also turned her gaze toward the Ron Campus to the side.

Although the Wild Hunt there is already miserable, a month of hard work may only earn them less than a day of fresh air. The rest of the time they either clean up the Infinite City or prepare for the next round of work.

But... so what? They still have time to rest? We need to find a way to make full use of their time after get off work.

Quickly switch into the farmer's happy housekeeper mode.

Let them suffer first, and once our own lives are a little easier, we can ease things up for them and help them relax, so that we can all relax together!

What? Find a way to escape Ron's clutches?

Stop dreaming. The blood healing is complete, and it's even more powerful than the blood curse of your former boss, Muzan Kibutsuji. Just be a dog and accept your fate.

Meanwhile, on the other side, he pulled Ciri into the Magic House and started playing Gwent.

After a long while, a series of wild laughs came from the Magic House. Ciri, who had been youthful and beautiful with a determined look in her eyes, had only gone through a short period of ten minutes. When she came out again, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were lifeless, and her face was full of dejection, as if her body had been hollowed out.

Ron followed Ciri out, tightening his belt and thinking with a touch of melancholy—young people are so much better, full of energy and drive. They can even persuade me with reason and win with skill when they see me cheating and using cheats.

Although it's very unethical, the feeling of illegally frying fish is indeed very satisfying.

Sigh, it's frustrating to think about. That wolf is so stoic, he's practically unyielding. Mila's too naive; she doesn't find any satisfaction in amusing herself, and might even thank you for making her laugh. He looks like he's in his prime, but Geralt, the Witcher, is over ninety—a true old fox, not easily fooled.

Matt clearly realized something, and even when he came to Hell's Kitchen, he avoided him. Parker was fine before, but now he's acting like a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water. I don't know who made him like this. It's really something.

Thank goodness for Ciri. I wonder how long I'll be able to play with this toy.

Sensing the undiminished integrity and pursuit in Ciri's spirit, Ron nodded—good, she should be able to hold on for a long time.

Looking forward to Gusha.

……

Oh no, I've become a goblin!

Thinking it didn't matter, Ron snapped his fingers and shut down the Infinite City.

With the closure of the Infinity City, Matt, Tony, and the others inside were all expelled.

On the top floor of the Stark Industries building, Geralt sat on Tony's custom-made sofa, browsing the System Shop and pondering how to allocate his limited System Coins.

After a moment of silence, Matt turned and left, and Tony couldn't stop him.

Ron glanced at the still incredibly dark sky with some surprise, then simply opened his friends list and clicked on the Ancient One.

"Hello, are you there?"

"Not here, get out!"

"I've got this sorted out. How's it going on your end?!"

"This is unbearable! Come help!"

As they spoke, a pair of large hands reached out from the space, grabbed Ron, and pulled him inside.

(End of this chapter)