I joined the group chat as Aizen in the Ninja World

"Good morning, breakfast?!" Sakata Gintoki was stunned and said in astonishment, "That's what I prepared as our daily meal. You actually said it's just right for breakfast? Are you really human?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you this question instead?" Nami frowned and said, "In this world, how can you actually eat such a small amount of food for a whole day? Are you really human?"

"Fuck..." Sakata Gintoki regretted it now, deeply. He shouldn't have been greedy and dragged this woman on board. The result was not obvious, but his poor wallet was already empty.

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: You actually said that I was misleading young people. Gin, you have become more and more bold recently.

Curly: Humph! When you are penniless, what are you afraid of? Would the barefoot be afraid of those who wear shoes? No, not at all!

This is an actor: According to your logic, you wouldn't be worried if I banned you indefinitely?

Curly-haired guy: Ahem, I think we should still be a little nervous about this.

Skirt-lifting maniac: So, from today on, Konan-sister is Ichigo Kurosaki's homeroom teacher? She's really good at this!

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Well, classes will start the day after tomorrow. I have to prepare carefully for the next two days and teach my students in the best condition.

Hatchet Girl: No, Sister Xiaonan, have you forgotten what you're doing? You're not going to be a full-time teacher, hey! You're going to find that reincarnation!

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Don't worry, I haven't forgotten. And I can basically confirm that those reincarnations will definitely choose to meet Kurosaki Ichigo during the school term.

Hatchet Girl: By the way, aren’t there any devices for mutual sensing between reincarnations?

The villains in Soul Society: This only appears when you are in a group. Otherwise, it will only show the number of Samsaras in the instance. In addition to Konan and me, there are four other Samsaras in this world.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: No problem! Although there's no intuition between the samsaras, we have the invader aura within our group, so there's no need to panic.

The artist of this book: Holy crap, our Potora Dynasty was destroyed!

884 Scumbag Gintoki

Curly: Huh? What Bora Bora Dynasty? What kind of ridiculous country name is that?

Book artist: Are you looking for trouble? I was clearly talking about the Potala Dynasty!

Skirt-Up Maniac: So, this Potora Dynasty is very famous?

Illustrator: This world is incredibly famous! Not just famous, you could even call it a legendary empire. This dynasty has existed since the Paleozoic Era, 6,000 years ago, and continues to this day.

Hatchet Girl: In that case, then it is indeed quite famous.

Illustrator: No, it's actually more than that! The Potora Dynasty is truly descended from the gods! Every ruler has the blood of a demigod, making them truly demigods. Besides their top rulers being demigods, their country also boasts over a dozen Saint-level professionals serving as guardians. And yet, they've been quietly wiped out.

Curly: Hey, this thing isn't completely silent. At least now you know about it.

After the message was sent, Sakata Gintoki frantically shoveled rice from his bowl. Across from him, Nami's feet were bound by ghost arts, her face filled with anger and grievance.

"Hey, don't look at me like that." Glancing at her, Sakata Gintoki said calmly, "Gin-san, I'm just thinking about my own survival."

"Scum, you are a scum!" Nami was furious and cursed: "Having a captain like you is an insult to the whole world!"

"I'm really sorry, I'm sorry to this world." Sakata Gintoki was not moved at all, but ate even more happily.

Illustrator: I did get the news, but it wasn't delivered immediately. It was only when a caravan broke into the Potora Kingdom that they discovered the entire country had been destroyed.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: If that's the case, then it's truly silent and effortless. To be able to achieve this, the other party must be at least a demigod.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Ah, was it done by those abyss demons?

Illustrator: It has to be them, right? Who else would have the reason and power to destroy such a huge country? It seems that what the God of War said is somewhat true. Abyssal demons are indeed very dangerous.

Curly-haired guy: Humph, you regret it now?

Book artist: How is that possible? The word "regret" has never appeared in Eriri's dictionary!

Hatchet Girl: If you need help, just let me know. I'm pretty free right now anyway.

Lin Fengjiao: Idle? How can there be idleness in your world?

Hatchet Girl: Because of this world, I have so much free time. I have no idea what to do now, and I don't know where to start.

Lin Fengjiao: That’s true.

If it were Lin Jiu himself, he would probably be a Muggle in that world too. He wouldn't be able to tell who was a monster and who was a human. He wouldn't know who to protect, or whether he should protect them at all.

This is an actor: You can try to start with the cultists as before.

After the message was sent, An Ran took off the bounty notice in front of her and turned to leave.

Shortly after he walked out of the tavern, the cat lying on his shoulder said, "I didn't expect you to accept such a commission."

"What's wrong with this commission?" An Ran glanced at the notice in his hand. The commission shown on it was to eliminate the female vampire in the woods not far away.

"It's totally incompatible with your status." Black Cat sighed and said, "With your strength, you should at least take on the mission of exterminating a dragon."

It said this sincerely, and truly felt that the commission intercepted by Enron was a waste of talent.

Female vampires are not very powerful monsters. As long as they are well-trained soldiers with proper equipment and cooperation, they can easily deal with them.

Moreover, the bounty for hunting it is not very high, and you can only buy two cans of ordinary cat food.

"I'm not very interested in dragons." An Ran smiled and put the notice back into his shirt pocket.

As the man and the cat chatted, they gradually arrived at the mission location. It was already late at night, and the surroundings were pitch black. From time to time, dark shadows flashed through the woods before them, and it was unclear whether they were branches or some lurking monster.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, he would probably turn around and leave immediately, but An Ran didn't care about it and walked straight into the jungle.

After walking forward for dozens of meters, he stood under a hollow tree.

An Ran pulled out the blood she had prepared, twisted the lid, and sprinkled it directly onto the tree bark. The rich smell of blood wafted in all directions, and the shadows in the woods seemed to sway more frequently, as if the entire area of the forest had come alive.

Ah!

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the target of An Ran's commission also made a brilliant appearance.

With her slate-gray skin, pointed fangs, and tongue trailing down her chin, the female vampire before her truly lived up to her name. However, compared to a real human, the eyes of this humanoid monster before her were filled with only bloodlust and cruelty.

Without any hesitation, An Ran threw the alchemical bomb prepared in his arms like a seasoned demon hunter.

Bang.

Flames burst out, and the vampire ghost's entire body was instantly burned.

"That's it! It's so easy!" Black Cat couldn't help but grumble, "This isn't challenging at all!"

"No, not really!" Before An Ran could reply, another voice suddenly rang out. "Female vampires have a special ability that allows them to recover their life force, but a mere fire bomb wouldn't be enough to kill them."

The man who came was a demon hunter, also wearing leather armor and carrying two swords on his back. However, compared to An Ran's handsome face, the man opposite him looked much more haggard.

As if to confirm his words, the female vampire who had been burned to charcoal got up again and rushed towards Anran without hesitation.

Seeing An Ran standing there frozen in fear, the demon hunter shook his head as if he had expected this. "Watch out, rookie! At a time like this, you need..."

puff.

Before he finished speaking, a flash of cold light appeared.

The female vampire's entire body was instantly split in two, turning into pieces of dust and dissipating into the air.

885 Side Effects of the Green Grass Trial

silence.

The atmosphere in the entire forest seemed to be suddenly silent for a few seconds, and the witcher with a haggard face gradually recovered, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

"Oh, he was able to split a female vampire in half with his own physical strength."

"That's really surprising."

Just when he didn't know what to say, two more demon hunters in leather armor walked out of the bushes.

Compared to An Ran's gorgeous, decorative leather armor, the attire worn by the demon hunters before him seemed more practical. Their bodies were also covered in crisscrossing scars, and their eyes were extremely sharp.

An Ran didn't seem surprised by the appearance of these uninvited guests. She said calmly, "It's no big deal. Just some simple tricks."

"That's no simple technique." The shorter witcher shook his head and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you just used the Wolf School's sword dance? But as far as I know, even the famous Wolf School witcher Geralt doesn't possess your strength and decisiveness."

"Perhaps Vesemir could do it." Another bald, burly man nodded in agreement, saying, "But even Vesemir wouldn't be as relaxed as you."

"Who are they?" Black Cat was visibly nervous as he watched the demon hunters appear before him. "Are they your companions?"

"Every demon hunter can be considered a companion. You're right about that." An Ran smiled and turned to walk towards the open space not far away. "Want to chat?"

"Kid, you're really just a kid!" The witcher with the weathered face spoke again, holding his head high. "Even if you have some skills, you're still just a kid after all."

Although he said so, his body honestly walked towards An Ran. The other two demon hunters had no objections and walked straight over.

"Stop talking, Oaks." The short witcher sneered and said, "You wanted to teach your apprentice, who you thought was a freshman, but ended up being taught a lesson. Do you feel embarrassed?"

Boom.

The gathered dry firewood was ignited and a raging flame burned.

"Shut up, Serrit, I don't care about this at all!" Oaks roared, his face flushed, and he took the dried fish in his backpack. "Where did you get this talking pet?"

Seeing the man in front of him seeming to put the dried fish into his mouth, the little black cat curled up and hid behind An Ran. "I, I don't want to eat this!"

"Cats don't eat fish?" Serrit's face was full of surprise, as if he had discovered some new world.

"This isn't an ordinary cat," the stern-faced bald man said calmly, "If I'm not mistaken, this is a shapeshifter?"

"That's right." An Ran admitted frankly, "Because we get along well, it became my companion." As he spoke, he took out a roasted corn cob from the bag behind him and handed it to the little black cat.

The little black cat was extremely happy to receive the corn cob. He held it with his two paws and started to chew it.

"Shapeshifters can actually transform into animals?!" Serrit and Oaks were filled with surprise, their expressions somewhat unbelievable.

"They are a very magical race." The bald man said expressionlessly, "If the conditions are right, they can even transform into high-level vampires or even giant dragons."

"Oh my god, it seems I'll have to stay away from missions involving shapeshifters from now on." Serrit took two exaggerated steps back and said, "Who knows if they'll rush over and cut my neck in an instant."

"My name is Letho, and these are my companions, Serrit and Ox." The bald man ignored the clown and turned his gaze to An Ran. "We are from Guleta, witchers of the Viper School."

"My name is Anran, and its name is Gabby." Anran pointed to the little black cat behind him and said, "It can barely be considered the descendant of the White Wolf Geralt."

This was not untrue, after all, the role he wanted to play when he came to this world was to be a somewhat capable demon hunter. And his demon hunter swordsmanship was indeed taught by Ciri, who in turn learned it from Geralt the White Wolf and Vesemir.

"Sure enough, it's a little wolf cub?" Oaks said with regret, "What a pity."

He felt sorry because he saw a good seedling but it was already taken, and there were only a few of their Snake Sect Demon Hunters left.

In fact, it wasn't just the Snake School; other schools of witchers were also gradually declining, including Geralt's own Wolf School, which had only accepted one apprentice in several years.

There are many reasons why the number of demon hunters is so small, the most important of which is the demonization by the ruling class and their harsh apprenticeship requirements.

To become a demon hunter apprentice, one must first pass the Trial of Green Grass.

The so-called Green Grass Trial was actually a very inhumane potion test. The success rate of this potion test was less than 30%, and only those who passed it could become a formal demon hunter.

Because demon hunters were so demonized, no one would take the initiative to send their children to become apprentices. As a result, the demon hunters of various factions gradually became short-lived.

Coupled with the fear and suppression of rulers of various countries, the demon hunters had to find a corner to live in peace. These factors made their group increasingly decadent.

"There's nothing to regret." Serrit was quite open-minded and smiled slightly. "I think it's great that the Witcher community can continue. As long as they're not apprenticed to those crazy Cat Cult members, it's fine."

"Is the witcher from the cat faction a lunatic?" Gabby is a black cat himself, so he seems to be very sensitive to this cat faction.

"Those are the side effects of the Cat Faction's mutagen." Letho fiddled with the dry wood in front of him and said calmly, "They will greatly distort the minds of the trial-takers. If they can't resist, they will turn into madmen. In fact, each mutagen has different side effects."

"Reso's face turned into a paralyzed face because of the side effects of the Snake Sect potion." Serrit concluded.

"So, the side effect of the potion White Wolf drank is that he's going around messing around with sorceresses?!" Oaks looked at An Ran and blinked.

886 Demon Hunter and Pitchfork

In the circle of demon hunters, Geralt the White Wolf is definitely a very different existence.

Other demon hunters are unknown. They can be found in remote suburbs far away from the city, using a small amount of money to help the common people solve their problems.

But Geralt is different. Every time he appears, it is almost always accompanied by big events.

As a wolf-faction witcher, he was a guest of honor at the Council of Sorceresses, and most of the sorceresses on this council had had sexual relations with him.

From Temeria in the north to Nilfgaard in the south, he had sexual relations with sorceresses from almost every country. Not to mention, he also had a girlfriend, Yennefer, who was also a member of the Council of Sorceresses.

So Geralt has been nicknamed the Sorceress Pile Driver over the years, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

In addition to his close relationship with these sorceresses, the White Wolf is also a frequent visitor to rulers of various countries, especially King Foltest of Temeria.

The relationship between the two was so good that they could almost be said to be wearing the same underwear, and they were at the level of brothers.

In fact, the friendly relationship between these two can be seen in The Witcher 2. Foltest does not need guards as long as Geralt is around, because Geralt is his best guard and closest partner.