2077: V really knows how awesome he is

Ciri immediately teleported down, pried V off the wall, and brought him back to the observation room, anxiously asking, "V, are you alright?"

"Cough!" V exhaled a puff of black smoke and said with difficulty, "Koch is right, there is only naked hatred between peers. Which idiot AI ran this test? It's ruined my life!"

Seeing that V was still in the mood to joke, Ciri felt both angry and amused, but in the end, she was relieved.

Night City then conducted two more experiments, and both of them exploded without exception.

The person with the fully prosthetic body, V, was blown up and ended up in the hospital, forcing the experiment to be temporarily suspended.

However, according to Joanne Koch, there are lessons to be learned from failure. Scientists have identified the problem and are working on solutions.

But as a result, Ciri was now completely idle.

She wasn't needed for the preparations, nor for the research, but being a warm-hearted person who couldn't stay idle, she simply spent every day at the hospital taking care of V.

"What do you mean by taking care of me? You just came here to freeload because the hospital food is so good!" V accused indignantly, while the Time-Traveling Woman smiled silently while holding today's nutritional meal.

At this time, Nakamura Kayo came to report on her work, not about the warp technology, but about nano-vaccines, that is, the "Vulcan, Fengshen, and Tushen" stuff.

Overall, there has been little progress. The experimental subjects who received the nano vaccine are "awakening their superpowers" more and more frequently, and there is absolutely no way to stop it.

While eating, Ciri asked curiously, "Why stop us? Isn't gaining power a good thing? In my home world, many magic apprentices never manage to cast a single fireball in their entire lives, but you can gain the power to manipulate elements just by injecting that nano vaccine. It's so enviable. By the way, what kind of rice is nano? Is it tasty?"

“A nanometer isn’t a meter, and you can’t eat it. It’s a unit of length… well, it’s too complicated to explain.” V countered, “Do you have people over there who can shoot fireballs? Don’t they cause trouble?”

"They make a fuss, but most of them are well-behaved."

"why?"

"Because the Wizarding Association manages it. The hierarchy among spellcasters is very strict, and those in higher positions can even directly strip those in lower positions of their magic power."

"Management?" V's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped something. "Tell me more about it."

Ciri shrugged and said, "That's all I know."

"what?"

"I'm not a wizard, how I manage things is their secret."

"If it's confidential, how do you know all this?"

“Yennefer and Triss told me that they are both sorceresses.”

What is your relationship with them?

Ciri thought for a moment: "They are my adoptive father Geralt's girlfriends."

V was taken aback: "Both of them?"

Ciri nodded: "Both."

V stroked his chin and quipped, "Your dad has a particular fondness for female sorceresses."

Ciri glared at V, but couldn't refute him, so she angrily lowered her head and ate her rice furiously.

The following days were uneventful, and Night City remained relatively quiet.

But on another planet, Ciri's home world is in turmoil.

The northern kingdoms and the southern Nilfgaardian Empire are locked in fierce fighting, and the conflict between human and non-human races is becoming increasingly acute. Ordinary people are suffering under harsh laws and heavy taxes, and the Wild Hunt continues to ravage the land, spreading terrifying legends throughout the continent!

But none of this concerns Geralt. He might lament the current turmoil while drinking with friends, but he doesn't have many friends, so he doesn't have much time to lament.

Geralt's current actions have only one purpose: to find his daughter, Ciri.

To this end, he joined forces with Yennefer and found the elven sage Avalak, who had been cursed and turned into "Uma". In the Witcher's castle in Kaer Morhen, the group worked together to break the curse on the elven sage, turning him back from a short, ugly monster into a refined sage.

Geralt asked him about Ciri's whereabouts, and the weakened elven sage released an orb of light from his hand, telling Geralt that he had sent Ciri to a safe place and that the orb of light would guide him to find her.

The old Witcher stretched out his hands and caught the ball of light in his palms. Yennefer also came over to check, but the next second a sudden change occurred. A spacetime vortex suddenly appeared, as if a giant beast's maw had swallowed Geralt and Yennefer whole.

"Truly worthy of being called the Great Sage of the Elves." The eldest Witcher, Vesemir, exclaimed, "Even with such a weak body, you were able to open a portal to space and time. You must have been incredibly powerful in your healthy state."

Vincent, a fellow Witcher and Geralt's contemporary, suddenly realized, "I thought Geralt had been unlucky enough to encounter a time-space turbulence. It turns out this sage sent him away. I'm relieved. Let's drink and wait for Geralt to return with little Ciri."

Several witchers, chatting and laughing, went to prepare a drinking party. Vesemir, over 400 years old, couldn't keep up with the younger men; after a few drinks, he hummed a tune and went to groom his horse. Everyone assumed Geralt and Yennefer had been sent away by the elven sage, unaware that the elven sage's face was now green with rage.

Didn't I send the Daughter of Time and Space to the Island of Misty Clouds?

You can get there by boat; there's no need for time-space teleportation at all.

Besides, my current body can't open the portal.

Could it be that the witcher and the sorceress really encountered a time warp?

The elven sage Avalak wanted to tell the truth, but seeing the witchers' massive muscles and considering their reputation for being crude, he ultimately chose to remain silent.

On the other side, Geralt was violently "vomited" onto the ground after a series of upside-down and left-right shifts. Even though he was dizzy and lightheaded, he immediately drew his sword and cautiously observed his surroundings.

The good news was that there were no enemies around, but the bad news was that he had absolutely no idea where he was.

He was in a stone room, but it was not dark. Above him were some round, luminous objects emitting a soft, bright light that was not any kind of magic he knew.

The room wasn't large and could be seen at a glance. Buckets, brooms, mops, and some small tools like brushes were piled up in the corner, making it look like an ordinary storage room.

Geralt didn't believe anyone would use advanced lighting magic in a storeroom, so he didn't touch anything to avoid being cursed or attacked. Instead, he shouted, "Ye, are you there?"

“I’m outside,” Yennefer’s voice came from outside the door. “Geralt, you should come and see this.”

Hearing that Yennefer's voice didn't sound like she was injured, Geralt breathed a sigh of relief. He carefully walked around the clutter, pushed open the door, and a gust of wind carrying the smell of metal and rubber rushed in.

Geralt looked around and saw that he was in a huge tower, almost as tall as the clouds, and Yennefer was on the edge of the platform.

"Ye, be careful, you shouldn't be standing so..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Geralt froze. Looking down from the platform, he saw a vast, colorful city, with towering buildings standing side by side, their surfaces flashing with constantly changing images. The ground was ablaze with lights, and even though it was late at night, the entire city was as bright as day.

“This is…unbelievable!” Geralt was rarely so shocked, but he was now truly feeling a soul-stirring shock.

He walked behind Yennefer and admired the unparalleled beauty with his lover. Yennefer couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so beautiful!"

Faced with such beauty and a beautiful woman, Geralt couldn't resist wrapping his arms around Yennefer's slender waist and whispering in her ear, "Yennefer, you smell so good."

Yennefer warned, "Geralt, we are in a perilous other world."

Jero nodded and said again, "Ye, you smell so good from the other world."

Yennefer rolled her eyes at Geralt: "Let's find a way down first. I've used magic to investigate, and there are many residents in this building. It should be some kind of residential house."

"Such a towering building is just a residence?" Geralt was incredulous. "The kings of this world are either incredibly wealthy or as benevolent as saints."

The two eventually found the stairs and began to descend floor by floor. The stairs seemed endless, and after walking for more than ten minutes, they still hadn't reached the ground. Instead, Yennefer was exhausted, and Geralt had no choice but to rest on a floor marked with the symbol "21".

This floor has many residents, and even food stalls, various shops, and an open-air gym.

Geralt and Yennefer's arrival did not cause any unease among the residents. They merely glanced at their strange attire and continued eating and drinking as usual.

As the two were marveling at the composure of the people from another world, a burly, muscular man exuding masculinity suddenly shouted, "Everyone, look at me! I have something to announce!"

Everyone's attention was drawn, including Geralt and Yennefer.

The man continued, "Just last night, I lost my virginity. I had the best night of my life!"

The crowd immediately cheered and applauded to congratulate the burly man. Geralt joined in the applause, earning him a disapproving glare from Yennefer.

“You must understand, Ye,” Geralt argued. “Losing one’s virginity is a major event for every man, and as a man myself, I should offer my blessing.”

"Really? You men are so boring." After Yennefer finished speaking, the burly man waved to thank everyone, then limped away, clutching his buttocks.

Everyone was stunned, and the applause stopped. As an adult, Geralt naturally understood what that position meant. The so-called loss of virginity was not what he thought at all.

"Heh." Yennefer covered her mouth and chuckled softly. "I'm starting to like this world. What about you?"

Geralt saw Yennefer smile and smiled back, saying, "What you like, I like too."

"Save that line for fooling young girls."

"I was just lying to the young girl."

Geralt is usually taciturn, but he can always be quite talkative in front of sorceresses.

Yennefer was clearly taken with this, scratching Geralt's palm with her finger: "Let's go find Ciri."

"Yes, find Ciri."

Geralt asked a resident, "How long does it take to get to the ground floor by climbing the stairs?"

"Take the stairs?" The man was taken aback. "What era are we living in? You still take the stairs? Take the elevator, buddy! Did you travel from the Middle Ages?"

Geralt & Yennefer: "..."

Chapter 125 The City of Hospitality

With the help of the good citizens of Night City, Geralt and Yennefer got on the elevator.

Yennefer sighed, "Kaer Morhen should have one of these too. I hate those damn stone stairs."

Geralt disliked any teleportation magic. In his view, elevators were a form of teleportation; otherwise, why would one enter from the 21st floor and emerge on the 1st? To ensure the safety of Kaer Morhen, he kindly advised, "Ye, those stone staircases are bigger than you."

So you're saying I'm being unreasonable?

“I just want you to have basic respect for those staircases.”

Just as the two were about to discuss whether or not to install an elevator in Kaer Morhen, the elevator suddenly stopped on the 16th floor, opened its doors, and two greasy, fat men got on.

Geralt and Yennefer cautiously stopped the conversation, and coincidentally, the two fat men were also having a heated discussion.

One of them looked very serious: "Wait a minute, your wife won't let you into the house because you bought an inflatable doll and peed all the holes in it? Is that considered cheating? Is that considered infidelity?"

The other man looked ashamed: "The inflatable doll was just an excuse. Actually, my wife found out that I went to the Genting Club to find sex dolls."

The serious guy raised an eyebrow: "Is there a difference between these two?"

Kuise sighed, "The difference is that the sex doll's butt is made of flesh, not latex. Is that so hard to understand?"

"What's wrong with the flesh? Sex dolls are controlled by sex doll chips. When they are working, the user's consciousness goes into a deep sleep. This body has no feelings, can't think, it's just an empty shell, no different from a latex doll! If you ask me, playing with a sex doll is just a more high-class form of masturbation, isn't that all there is to it?"

"Damn!" Brother Kuise exclaimed in realization, "What you said makes sense!"

The two left on the 7th floor.

Geralt and Yennefer in the elevator: "..."

"Ahem." Geralt coughed to ease the awkwardness, "I think there's some truth to that. What do you think?"

"I think men are disgusting creatures." Yennefer snorted, and seeing the elevator doors open, she walked straight out.

Geralt could only keep up.

But after they got out, they realized that the elevator continued to descend, and that they were on the second floor, not the first. They had gotten off too early.

"It's all your fault!" Yennefer began to complain.

A person can make a mistake once, but not twice. Geralt immediately displayed his emotional intelligence: "I'm sorry."

"What should we do now?"

"It's just one floor, let's take the stairs."

"I don't want to take the stairs. How about we call the elevator again? I've memorized the way that person did it."

"Ye, the first floor really isn't that high. I could even jump down directly."

Geralt said, bracing himself on the stair railing and leaping down. The height of a single floor is only about 3 meters, which shouldn't be a problem for a Witcher's physique. However, the tiles at the bottom of the stairs were old and dilapidated, and Geralt's foot shattered them. He landed with a thud and a painful groan.

Seeing this, Yennefer forgot about being temperamental and rushed down the stairs to help Geralt up, asking, "Are you alright?"

Geralt was a little embarrassed: "I think I sprained my ankle."

Yennefer burst out laughing.

Geralt quickly explained, "That was an accident. The ground here suddenly broke, and that's why..."

“I know, I know. The famous Mr. White Wolf certainly wouldn’t be injured from a slip. I will keep this secret for you, but let’s find an inn to rest for now.”

Geralt didn't understand why he made such a basic mistake, and could only blame it on the fact that he didn't get along with this other world.

After asking around, the two finally arrived at the Silent Motel.

"Can I stay here?" Geralt asked the receptionist, skeptical of the name.

"Otherwise, is the hotel a fried chicken shop?" The receptionist didn't even look up: "A standard room is 80 yuan a day, and we check out at 10 a.m. the next day."

"We'll stay for 5 days first."