2077: V really knows how awesome he is

V shrugged: "If you keep holding me like this, Geralt is really going to die."

Ciri recoiled as if electrocuted, and V walked toward Geralt, with everyone quickly making way for him.

V crouched down and activated his prosthetic eye to scan Geralt. Thanks to Kayo Nakamura for installing a bunch of strange software on her, Geralt gained diagnostic capabilities comparable to a regular ambulance.

But all the people saw was her squatting down, and they didn't understand what she was doing.

"Can the dead really be brought back to life?" Halma was somewhat skeptical.

"What is she doing? Is she preparing to unleash a legendary spell to resurrect the dead?" Eskar tried to guess.

Lambert began to struggle with the question: "Should we purify Geralt, who has been resurrected as a dead man?"

Everyone glared at him, making him look innocent: "I was just having a purely academic discussion."

At this time, V had also completed the diagnosis, confirmed the treatment process, simulated it in his mind, made it into a video, and then watched it while saving people.

She first gave Geralt a "Powerful Healing" injection to stop the bleeding from his wound. Then, with a clang, she flicked out her mantis knife from her right arm and accurately opened an incision in Geralt's heart. Next, she extended her left hand and inserted two fingers into the incision to draw power from the discharge projectile system, reducing the power to replace the defibrillator and directly physically restarting the heart.

With a sizzle, Geralt bounced on the ground like a fish out of water, but quickly returned to calm.

Everyone was initially terrified by V's actions, with Zoltan saying that "she saves people like she's fixing a machine," but seeing Geralt actually react, they couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

Seeing that one electric shock couldn't restart his heart, V gave him a second, a third, and on the fourth shock, Geralt suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and actually came back to life.

Everyone cheered, and Ciri and Triss embraced and wept.

"I...I'm not dead...?" Geralt asked weakly.

“You were already dead, but I pulled you back from hell,” V said with a grin. “How does it feel, Witcher? Want to play a game of Gwent?”

"Come on... I'll come on... I've never lost at cards before..."

The Battle of Kaer Morhen ended amidst the Witcher's boastful words.

When Geralt woke up, he was lying in bed, and his wounds had been carefully bandaged.

He recognized that he was in his room in Kaer Mohenjo-daro, and despite the pain, he got out of bed and pushed open the door.

Ciri was carrying a basin of water when she saw Geralt and frowned, saying, "Don't get out of bed so easily, old man."

“I’m not old yet.” Geralt’s voice was so weak that even he was surprised, and he immediately changed his words, saying, “Well, it seems I really should go back to bed.”

"That's right, your heart stopped beating for a full 3 minutes and 27 seconds."

Ciri helped him back to bed.

"So how did I survive?"

"V saved you by slicing open your chest and casting a lightning spell directly at your heart."

Geralt's forehead broke out in a sweat: "Eredin only stabbed me once."

So V really was saving me?

Ciri saw through Geralt's thoughts and explained, "V said that an ordinary person would have died long ago if this were done, but Witchers are not ordinary people. Your organs are very strong, so you can remain active even under prolonged oxygen deprivation and withstand such brutal treatment."

Oxygen deficiency? That's not something needed for breathing; organs can also be oxygen-deficient.

The Witcher couldn't understand the first part of the sentence, but he understood the second part.

He couldn't help but complain: "So V admits she's rough, right?"

Ciri said irritably, "You should be grateful you survived."

Geralt thought for a moment and said, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

I shouldn't have acted impulsively.

“Good that you understand. Fighting both Illerith and Calanhild alone, do you think you're V? Please, you're already in your seventies or eighties. You should have retreated first and then tried to save me…” Ciri rattled off a string of words, then paused and changed the subject with a smile, “But then, you wouldn't be yourself. Geralt, your heroic act of risking your life to save me was truly admirable. Thank you.”

Although the father and daughter remained silent, the atmosphere was pleasant.

Geralt broke the silence first: "How is everyone?"

"They're doing great. To celebrate their victory, they're having a banquet in the castle hall."

"Where is V?"

"Playing cards with a group of people."

Geralt was taken aback at first, then his breathing quickened: "What cards?"

"Gwent, what else could it be?"

"Quick, help me up! My badge is vibrating! V must be a Gwent pro!"

V is indeed a Gwent master.

The griffin she rode was carrying a large bundle filled with local specialties she had won from playing cards.

There were gold and silver treasures, paintings and antiques, and even several deeds to manors and lands. The most outrageous thing was that on the third day, a group of men, women and children also came to Kaer Morhen, because they were all slaves won by V.

When V came, he was penniless, but now he has a large and successful business.

The saying "You start with a hand of cards, and your winnings depend entirely on your equipment" perfectly illustrates this.

Even though V comes from a modern metropolis with its bright lights and has long been accustomed to all kinds of entertainment, he still has to sincerely say:

"Gwent is really fun."

"Damn, this can't be!" The dwarf Zoltan slammed his fist on the table, which was taller than him.

V smiled and said, "Your iron ore is mine now."

Halma wanted revenge for Zoltan, but as a result, V won his house in the Skellige Islands.

Grand Druid Mossak originally disdained participating in such an ugly activity as gambling, but seeing that Harma had lost, he naturally had to help out as a fellow countryman.

Then his staff and his collection of books were all lost to V.

Vesemir and Mossack were both in the senior group and got along well. He was also a veteran Gwent player with over 200 years of experience. He immediately joined the game, ready to drain the prize pool.

"Young man, winning first doesn't mean you've won." Vesemir played a card with a flourish.

Ten minutes later, he lost Kaer Morhen Castle to V.

"No!!!" Vesemir's heart was breaking.

"Hehehehe!" V laughed even more evilly than the Wild Hunt King, after all, the Wild Hunt King failed to capture Kaer Morhen, but she did.

She admitted that she used super computing power. Most people would be considered top experts if they could calculate a dozen or so steps, but V could calculate more than 200 million steps. This turned the game into a simple stomp on noobs. Although it was cruel, it was also really fun. V initially thought that she would get bored after a couple of games, but she didn't expect to keep stomp on noobs and have so much fun that she couldn't stop.

She started from the tavern and traveled to various towns and taverns, becoming invincible with her initial deck, never losing, only winning small, medium, and big wins.

This action immediately attracted the attention of the noble class, who could not tolerate an outsider swaggering on their territory. They immediately challenged V, but just like the people of Kaer Morhen, they almost lost their underwear.

The relationships among these nobles are intricate and complex; often, beating the young leads to beating the older ones, and beating the older ones leads to beating the even older ones. Unfortunately, V accepts all comers, regardless of age or status; if someone dares to send her a gift, she dares to abuse them.

And so she began to frequent high society, mingling with dignitaries and nobles, completely bidding farewell to small and medium wins, leaving only big wins and super big wins.

At first, the powerful and wealthy hated V to the core, but after witnessing a series of exquisite card games, they completely let go of their past grievances.

Jealousy only arises when the gap is small; when the gap is too large, it will only turn into respect.

V rose from being universally despised to being universally respected through her extraordinary card skills. The powerful and wealthy called her a master, and everyone who received her guidance greatly improved their card skills, which made her status even more esteemed.

This is why Geralt could never find V.

In his imagination, V was unfamiliar with the place and must be mingling among the common people. In reality, V was already living a life of luxury in various manors and palaces, and she would never go to streets full of human and dog excrement.

"Hahaha, who else!" V laughed loudly as he looked at the crowd, but everyone avoided his gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Mr. Roche?"

"No, no, no, I can't. I swore that I would never indulge in entertainment before the revolution succeeds." Roche was startled and quickly waved his hand. He didn't want to lose his entire army to V.

"Ms. Triss?"

“I’m not good at this, so I’m definitely no match for you.” Triss also tensed up.

V grinned mischievously, "Want to play a game? A little gambling is harmless. If you win, I'll give you a piece of land."

Triss was smitten.

It wasn't that she was greedy, but rather that the northern kingdoms, led by Redania, were waging a brutal hunt against sorceresses, which had now spread to all non-human races. She had to find a new refuge for herself and her friends.

V's suggestion made her think about it seriously, and she asked, "What if I lose? What will I have to give up?"

"I want you!" V had heard that Triss had single-handedly wiped out most of the Wild Hunt army, with incredible DPS. With such a powerful sorceress protecting her, her side would definitely avoid some detours after everyone connected to the nanonetwork.

However, everyone clearly misunderstood V's meaning. Triss looked embarrassed and awkwardly said, "Thank you for your kindness, but... I like men!"

V: "Huh?"

"Hey, you!" Ciri appeared from behind, snarling, "I think you've gone completely wild and forgotten all about the important stuff!"

V immediately retorted, "Of course I haven't forgotten! I even went out of my way to win a griffin so I could get to Kaer Morhen as quickly as possible!"

“Griffins only live in the south, and Kaer Morhen is in the north, so you deliberately took a longer route?”

"Ah..." V's forehead was sweating, but he stubbornly said, "Anyway, I arrived just in time. Why are you saying I didn't do my job properly!"

Ciri sighed: "I wasn't talking about Kaer Morhen, but your real mission."

"My real mission?" V paused for three seconds, then slammed his fist into his palm: "That's right, collect C particles!"

"Thank goodness, you finally remembered."

V gave an awkward laugh.

"What is a C particle?" Triss asked curiously.

Ciri glanced at V, who nodded indifferently, and then Ciri told him everything about the C particle.

"All power originates from nature." The Archdruid stroked his beard. "A very interesting theory."

Kayla was puzzled: "So the C-particle is just another name for magic?"

Triss shook her head: "Maybe, maybe not. The academic systems of the two worlds are completely different, so it's too early to say for sure."

At this moment, the elven sage Avalak suddenly spoke up and asked V, "You said your mission is to come to our world to collect C particles. Will you absorb all the C particles?"

Upon hearing this question, all the spellcasters present perked up their ears.

After all, they all rely on magic for their livelihood. If C-particles are indeed another name for magic, then they certainly cannot stand by and watch their magic be completely taken away by an outsider.

"Theoretically, yes, all matter is finite, and C particles are no exception."

The atmosphere became tense, and V continued, "But the reserves of C particles are cosmic in scale. They are not like Zoltan's iron ore mines or Vesemir's castle. Even from the perspective of a civilization, let alone an individual, it would take billions of years to use up all the C particles. So your worries are completely unnecessary."

The spellcasters exchanged glances, and the Archdruid, the one who knew nature best, nodded in agreement with V's statement.

Of course, there's nothing they can do if they don't agree, since V's military prowess is the most compelling argument.

“You guys are all set, I have a question.” V pointed at Avalak and asked, “Why is an elf in Kaer Morhen?”

Avalak was startled and quickly explained, "I am a good elf."

V exclaimed in surprise, "Elves can be good too?"

Avalak: "..."

Ciri quickly defended Avalak, saying that the elven sage had helped her escape from the Alder World and had been teaching her how to use her powers.

V then stroked his chin and said, "When the Elf King died, Eredin ascended to the throne. This Avalak is from the Elf King's faction. He probably fled the Elf Empire because he was afraid of being purged by Eredin. Taking you with him was just to increase his leverage."

Ciri was taken aback and looked at Avalak: "Really?"

Avalak immediately replied, "I did it to stop White Frost and save the Elven Empire and the entire world."

"Then you should have left Ciri in the Elven Empire, and you should have pledged allegiance to Eredin, because that's what Eredin thinks too." V looked at the Elven Sage, his tone becoming serious and authoritative: "But instead, you've been running around the world with Ciri. You probably want to wait until the Elven Empire is invaded by the White Frost, then descend like a savior to gain more political capital, and perhaps even overthrow Eredin's rule and become the new Elven King, right?"

Sweat beaded on Avalak's forehead, and everyone could see his guilty conscience.

The elven sage wanted to stop V from continuing, and was pondering how to do so, when V stopped on his own.

"Oh, I was just saying, don't take it seriously, hahaha!" V laughed with his hands on his hips.

Avalak couldn't tell if V did it intentionally or accidentally, and he broke out in a cold sweat even more.

Ciri frowned: "What are you doing?"

V innocently replied, "I was just saying. I've been hanging out with those high-ranking officials and nobles lately. It must be their scheming and infighting that has corrupted my noble soul, which is why I'm judging people with prejudice."

"You call your heart noble?" Ciri rolled her eyes at V.