A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

Li De felt he had been "kind" enough, but the "gamers" were clearly unappreciative, only concerned with lying in the mud groaning in pain, not even willing to give him a clap.

It's okay, adults have to learn to support themselves.

He clapped his hands to encourage himself, then strode toward the Nilfgaard soldier with a knife stuck in his thigh.

Upon seeing this, the soldier, ignoring the excruciating pain in his leg, dragged his crippled right leg and desperately tried to move backward.

But Li De caught up with him in two steps and stepped on his ankle.

"Don't rush off, the game hasn't started yet."

His tone was calm, but his hands didn't stop. He slowly pulled out the small knife stuck in the bone crevice, the blade scraping against the bone, making a grating "crunching" sound.

"Ahhh!!"

The soldier, who was already nearly exhausted, suddenly regained his strength and let out a shrill, almost hoarse roar.

"This damn world has such backward medical technology that I can't even give you some basic medical knowledge."

Li De squatted down, looking at the other person's distorted face, his tone carrying a hint of regret: "But it's okay, there's a saying in my hometown: 'If a person teaches another person, they won't learn no matter how many times they're taught; but if an experience teaches a person, they'll learn it in one lesson.'"

"Let's skip the boring science explanations and jump straight into the practical part."

He lightly tapped the soldier's thigh with the tip of his knife.

"The game's opening scene teaches you how to avoid arteries and precisely dissect a thigh. Don't move around randomly; I've only seen this technique in educational videos. If you accidentally cut into a nerve-rich area, it will hurt a lot."

Okay, actually, no matter where you cut, it hurts terribly.

From the start of the game, the screams never stopped. Li De, "kindly," comforted them, "Don't cry. At least you're still alive. Look at those people in the village, they didn't even have a chance to scream. As long as you're alive, there's hope, right? Maybe I'll suddenly have a change of heart and let you go?"

"Kill me! Please kill me!"

The soldier was in tears, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

"Hmm? Not satisfied with my cooking?"

Li De raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing no pity whatsoever.

What's more cruel than death is not being able to die even if you want to.

……

Li De's anger came quickly and went quickly. Looking at these scumbags in front of him, who were crying and even incontinent, he suddenly felt utterly bored.

"Tell me about Nivergard's recent military plans."

He put away the knife, his tone returning to its usual calm.

The soldier begged desperately, stammering, "I'm just a lowly soldier! I really don't know anything about military plans! Sir, please spare me! I have children to support, I was forced into the army..."

"Begging for mercy is pointless."

Li De shook his head and changed his question, "Your superior just said that after the Sintra forces were routed, Queen Calanther fled with the remnants of her army. What exactly happened?"

The soldier had lost too much blood; his face was ashen, and he was breathing so rapidly that he looked like he was about to suffocate.

But as his adrenaline surged, his voice became clearer: "Manada Valley! We fought the Sintra army head-on there... We won... No, Nilfgaard won! My lord, I am not a Nilfgaard. I was forced to join the army after my homeland was occupied by them!"

"When did this happen?"

"It's been a whole day... We got here by chasing a group of fleeing soldiers."

After listening, Li De calmly stood up, wiped the blade clean with the soldier's relatively clean shirt, and sheathed the sword.

Turning to the woman who was eyeing him menacingly, he said, "The men are yours. Kill them and leave quickly, take food and water, and find a safe place to hide. Your husband's body... find a way to burn it, don't leave it in the village. In less than two nights, this place will become a playground for ghouls and demons."

The woman, who could barely hold her sword, nodded vigorously, her eyes fixed on the remaining soldiers. The burning houses cast a red glow on her face, and her brown pupils reflected the flickering flames—a testament to suppressed hatred and rage.

Li De mounted his horse, and Olivia, who had just dismounted, sat down in front of him again and quietly grabbed his belt.

"Which direction is the capital of Sintra in?"

"North."

The woman, eager to avenge her enemies, pointed out the direction. Only after the witcher rode away from the village did she drag her longsword toward the group of shadowy, crawling beastmen.

As the sound of horses' hooves faded into the distance, Olivia could still faintly hear the wails behind her. She silently huddled closer to Li De, burying herself in his arms, not feeling that it was excessive.

If it were her own people being slaughtered like this, she would probably be even more insane than that woman.

"You looked...that was terrifying."

"I was just blinded by anger. I thought I would enjoy torturing the other person, but in reality, I didn't feel any pleasure at all."

Li De shrugged. It was impossible for him to repent for his actions just now.

The reason they were in such a hurry to get to the capital city of Sintra.

Firstly, he had little interest in tormenting people. No matter how hard he tried to pretend to be a pervert who enjoyed the enemy's pain, he couldn't change the fact that he was indifferent at heart.

Secondly, I suddenly remembered something.

Last winter, as always, Li De returned to Kaermohan with a cartload of supplies.

Vesemir, Geralt, Escalde, Lambert, and himself—the five of them rarely gathered together. That evening, they sat around the fireplace in the hall, drinking strong liquor and chatting.

The old man held the wine bottle and recounted Kaer Mohen's past glory in a long, rambling manner.

Back then, there were nearly a hundred witchers and apprentices, but now only a few remain, and they were all trained by him.

The group had heard this story countless times, but no one interrupted them. They simply drank in silence, keeping the old man company as he reminisced about the past.

As the conversation went deeper, the topic gradually shifted to his romantic escapades in his youth.

"In 1234, I took a job hunting a bat-winged demon in Cowburg and met a girl there."

With a nostalgic look in his eyes, Vesemir said, "She was a good girl, young, beautiful, and gentle. I was supposed to go somewhere else after finishing my work, but she had already stolen my heart, so I stayed there for an extra month."

"We met every night in her father's orchard. Later, her family found out. Her father and brother, with dogs and pitchforks, chased after me. I was so scared that my armor frayed and I ran away shirtless. Who would agree to marry their daughter to a witcher who lives on the edge of a knife?"

Li De chimed in at the right moment: "So you're just giving up? If you still have feelings for her, it's not too late to go find her now. At worst, you can add a wedding kidnapping event. It would be too embarrassing if five witchers couldn't even 'invite' an old lady back to Kaer Morhen."

Lambert laughed so hard he spat out his drink. Vesemir gave him a light punch, his eyes also smiling: "I heard she later married an earl. If she had children, her grandchildren would be running all over the place by now. There's no need to disturb her good days."

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something, turned to Geralt, and asked, "Judging by the time, that girl is almost twelve years old, isn't she?"

Geralt, who had been laughing along, fell silent, holding his wine glass in deep thought: "Hmm, I'll be twelve next year."

Li De's first reaction was that Geralt had overcome the Witcher's infertility and gotten some girl pregnant.

It wasn't until later that I realized the old man was referring to the child of the "Unexpected Law," the princess of Sintra, and the possessor of the Ancient Blood, Ciri.

Geralt didn't elaborate on her specific background.

But Li De, who had played The Witcher 3 many times, knew that Geralt would be tossed about by this daughter for the next ten years or so, and even die once, but he did so with a sense of joy.

Now that Sintra is about to fall, Ciri is in grave danger. He must get to the capital as soon as possible and try to bring this ill-fated girl out.