2077: V really knows how awesome he is

Avalak's throat went dry, and he quickly reassured everyone, "Please rest assured, I will never interfere with your collection of C particles."

“Collecting C particles is only one aspect.” V made no attempt to hide his plan: “Launching a counterattack against the Elven Empire is the second.”

Everyone was shocked. Vesemir asked, "Are you going to wage war against the Elven Empire?"

“That’s right. Eredin came to my territory and killed a lot of people. I want those people to get justice.”

"How many people are there?"

“133 police officers and 22 civilians.” V remembers it very clearly.

"Isn't it a bit too much to wage war against the Elf Empire for just 155 people?"

V looked at everyone: "My general once told me something, do you know what it is?"

The crowd shook their heads.

"She said, 'If an official doesn't serve the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes. I'm determined to conquer this Elf Empire!'"

Chapter 135 The Allure of Three Insurances and One Fund

The next day, the sky was cloudless, and V prepared to release the nanobots.

Out of curiosity about the magic of this other world, everyone came to watch.

Triss and the other spellcasters had expected to witness a grand, mysterious, and spectacular spellcasting, but V simply cut his finger and flicked three drops of blood toward the ground, the river, and the air, respectively.

The blood that shot to the ground immediately seeped into the soil, and the blood that shot into the river quickly became transparent and merged with the water. The blood that shot into the air was the most peculiar; it began to rise and then turned into a wisp of breeze.

It's amazing, but it's also too understated.

All the spellcasters thought so; they believed this was just the initiation ceremony, and the real event was yet to come.

But V clapped his hands, turned around, and asked, "What's for breakfast?"

what?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Triss asked, "Is that... all?"

“Yes,” V said matter-of-factly. “I’ve already released the nanobots. The rest is up to them. They’ll let me know when they’ve collected enough C particles.”

Triss tilted her head: "It sounds a bit like a familiar."

Kayla added, "It's also a bit like a puppet."

In short, the "magic" from the other world was all talk and no action, leaving everyone somewhat disappointed.

The only one who wasn't disappointed was Halma, who shouted excitedly, believing that V's strength came from pure force, that warriors were the right path to becoming the strongest, and that spellcasters were all heretics.

As a result, the wine he drank was turned into toad urine by Kayla.

The next few days were uneventful. V spent his days eating and waiting for the nanobots to collect enough C particles.

After the Wild Hunt, the group should have gone home, but having witnessed V's power, they all stayed behind, trying to get close to him.

V understood their meaning perfectly. It's only natural to curry favor with the powerful. She has always advocated cooperation and win-win situations for all parties. Since everyone showed goodwill, she naturally wouldn't refuse.

Then everyone discovered that V's attitude was sincere and his tone was approachable, completely different from the king they had imagined, and also completely different from the strongest person they had imagined.

They assumed V was just the king of a small country and therefore didn't pay much attention to etiquette. But when they heard that V ruled Night City with a population of 800 million, they were astonished and realized that V was truly courteous to men. Their goodwill towards her increased, and they respected her even more.

Three of them are quite special: Vesemir, Roche, and Triss.

Vesemir is conflicted.

He had been leading Robert and Escal in repairing the castle for the past few days, but the three of them had limited resources, and despite working from morning till night, their progress was very limited.

When V saw this, he had the slaves he had won help, and he also had the griffins help transport the stones. This greatly increased the speed of the repairs, and Vesemir came over in person to express his gratitude.

"You're welcome," V said with a smile. "You've taken the initiative to help me repair my castle; I should be thanking you!"

It is said that Vesemir's face was distorted at the time, and from then on he privately called V "that female demon".

Roche is worship.

V was powerful but not arrogant, humble yet dignified, open to advice and with his own insights. He was exactly the perfect monarch in Roche's mind, and he couldn't even imagine how happy the people would be under V's rule.

“Night City must be a paradise city, right?” Roche asked during one of their conversations.

V smiled and shook his head: "No, Night City is a city of dreams."

“I understand, it’s a city where everyone can realize their dreams!” Roche said excitedly, then sighed softly, “Your empire is thriving and enviable, but unfortunately my country is in dire straits and the people are suffering.”

Then he talked about the grievances and grudges of his country, including the blood and tears of the rebels and the cruelty of Radovid V. In short, he asked President V to send troops to help him out.

V won't help.

She has no interest in the Witcher world; Earth is already full of problems, and blindly expanding her territory would only backfire.

The Witcher World served only one purpose for her: to act as a stepping stone to the Alder World, where the elves resided. After that, she would eliminate Eredin, acquire a few C-particle mines, and that would be the end of it. As for how the Witcher World brainwashed people, she neither cared nor had any intention of interfering.

But Roche persisted, trying again and again if one attempt failed, constantly trying to persuade V until he finally got V fed up.

“Mr. Roche, I will not send troops, because that would be a blatant invasion. Night City and Earthlings have always been peace-loving.”

“How can this be an invasion?” Roche blurted out in a panic, “You are only giving us aid out of kindness. After we defeat Radovide V, we will establish our own sovereign state.”

These words immediately made the atmosphere even more awkward.

V shrugged: "Then I'm even less likely to send troops. My people trust me and are willing to obey my leadership, but I can't risk their lives to enhance my reputation."

Roche initially wanted to argue, but upon hearing this, he was immediately convinced. After all, what he sought was a monarch who loved his people.

"I apologize, President V, I misspoke. I apologize for my rudeness and offense just now. No matter what, you will always be my most valued friend."

Seeing Roche's distraught state, V felt a pang of pity, because he saw in Roche the shadow of a certain frozen dead fish... no, a certain young man surnamed Xu.

Rubbing his temples, V sighed softly and asked, "Do you have paper and pen?"

Roche: "Huh?"

"I cannot send troops, but I can give you some advice."

Roche was overjoyed and rummaged through his belongings to find a quill pen and parchment, which he then respectfully arranged for V.

As V wrote, he said, “Your fighting spirit is commendable, but the reason you have suffered repeated defeats is simply because you lack a clear objective. You must not only tell your troops how to fight, but also what they are fighting for. Only with a clear ideological program can peasants become true warriors, and even the most rustic peasants can surround the cities and strike fear into the hearts of the high-ranking officials!”

As Roche listened, his eyes lit up more and more. Once V finished writing the first page, he couldn't wait to pick it up and read it.

"Communist……"

V quickly covered his mouth: "The law must not be revealed to outsiders. This matter is known only to Heaven, Earth, you, and me. It cannot be spoken of, it cannot be spoken of."

Roche nodded as if he understood, and in the latter half of the night, he covered a stack of parchment hidden in his clothes with both hands, as if he were holding a rising red sun, and left with a satisfied heart.

V admitted that she did it on purpose. Xu Zhong is Chinese, so it's reasonable for her to use Chinese cases to teach Roche.

As for whether this path will be difficult, and what kind of bloodshed it will bring, that's Roche's problem to worry about. He's the one making a revolution, not V.

V slept soundly until she woke up naturally, feeling perfectly at ease.

While she was having brunch, Triss sat down opposite her.

"If only you had come a few years earlier, Norwich used to have a lot of delicious food."

"In the past?" V picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth. "What about now?"

"Novigrad is now ruined," Triss sighed. "The Church of Eternal Flame has begun hunting down sorceresses, and now it has expanded to the entire non-human race. Novigrad has turned from a free city into a living hell. People are burned to death in the square every day, and the air is filled with the stench of burning corpses. Everyone is in fear, and those who are able have left the city. The once prosperous food culture has also come to an end."

“What a pity,” V asked. “Why does the Church of Eternal Flame hunt down sorceresses?”

"Because this is an order from Radovide V."

V was taken aback: "Why are these things everywhere?"

Triss was also taken aback: "You've heard of him?"

"Roche said that what they want to overthrow is this so-and-so Fifth Emperor."

“Mr. Roche is an indomitable fighter, and as he says, Radovid is a tyrant, an ambitious man, and now a madman.”

"A madman?" V shook his head. "I think he's just a fool."

Triss was a kind person, and even though she was persecuted by Radovid V, she still insisted on objective and fair evaluation.

"Radovid V is not stupid at all. He is an outstanding politician and his military talent is unparalleled. In the war between the northern kingdom and Nilfgaard in the south, if anyone can lead the north to victory, it can only be Radovid V."

"Perhaps you're right. But whether you're a politician or a military strategist, do you know what's most important?"

"Appreciate further details."

“It’s about surviving,” V said. “No matter how talented someone is, if they die young, they are nothing.”

Triss seemed thoughtful: "What do you mean?"

“A qualified ruler should only do one thing: make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible. This Radovid V is hunting sorceresses and has now extended it to the entire non-human race. This is undoubtedly digging his own grave.” V looked at Triss: “You are also a member of the non-human race and know their strength best. You are certainly no match for Radovid’s army on the front lines, but plotting and killing without leaving a trace is your forte.”

Triss shook her head: "We don't want to hurt anyone."

“That’s because you haven’t been driven to the brink yet,” V retorted. “If it really comes down to life and death, will you just sit here and wait to die?”

Triss opened her mouth, but couldn't answer.

In fact, many non-human races have already proposed using "extraordinary measures".

“Radovid V is doomed,” V said with a laugh. “To make an even bolder prediction, he will die from an assassination.”

The Witcher world doesn't have superhuman individual combat power like V, but Radovid V's palace isn't like Aragaka Tower. You can't guard against thieves forever. As long as the non-human races are truly determined to kill Radovid V, they will definitely find a way.

After all, magic is a purely subjective thing. Even the famous V has to be wary of it. How many grains of rice does Radovid V eat in a meal? How dare he offend all the spellcasters in the world?

Triss didn't doubt V's prediction; she knew things would inevitably lead to that point, and she was prepared to sacrifice herself for it. The problem was that countless non-human beings would die before that point was reached, including her friends.

"Isn't there any other way?" the kind sorceress asked.

"Yes," V answered. "If you don't want to fight, then run away."

“Escape? Escape to where? The entire north is under Radovid V’s sphere of influence.” Triss said with a wry smile, “Are we supposed to flee south, to Nilfgaard?”

“Nilfgaard? Oh, the country of Ciri’s father.” V shrugged. “If Ciri were king, you might be able to escape there, but the current king is Emhyr. Geralt said he wouldn’t even save Ciri, his own daughter, if she died. Do you think he would save you? Even if he did grant you refuge, do you think it would be free? He won’t let you non-human races get away with it. He’ll force you onto the battlefield, where you’ll become cannon fodder, human rocket launchers. Once you finally win the war, he’ll pin the blame for the massacre on you, publicly execute you to appease public anger, erase all his dark history, and package himself as a virtuous and great king. Don’t think I’m joking; I’ve seen this kind of thing countless times.”

Triss was speechless, and asked with difficulty, "Then what should we do?"

“Simple, just escape to somewhere farther away.” V revealed his true intentions: “For example… another world.”

Triss was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized: "You mean, your world?"

V puffed out his chest: "That's right! What Nilfgaard can give, I can give too; what Nilfgaard cannot give, I can still give."

"What can't Nilfgaard give? For example?"

V chuckled: "Freedom, dignity, and the man I love."

Triss blushed: "Ciri told you? Geralt and I actually..."

“No need to explain, I understand.” V patted Triss on the shoulder.

It's just a lover.

Geralt has Yennefer and Triss, and he also has Sasha and Michiko.

However, he hid himself well, and Sasha and Michiko had no idea of ​​each other's existence, while Geralt failed miserably, exposing the fact that he was two-timing.

This Witcher is such a loser!

Triss, unaware of V's inner monologue, continued, "Then you won't take advantage of us?"

"If I use you and then pay you, does that count as using you?"

Triss was taken aback, unsure how to answer the question.

V said, "There is no love without a reason, nor is there hatred without a reason. Of course, I can't take you in for nothing without asking for anything in return, but you don't need to worry about being forced to go to the battlefield. In that world, I am invincible. I have wiped out all my enemies. The only one left will not return for another 100 years."

"So, why did you take us in...?"

“Work for me, help me maintain social order,” V explained. “Yennefer is helping me develop a nanonetwork. Once it succeeds, everyone on my side will be able to conjure giant fireballs. I never place my hopes on the brilliance of humanity, because I am not a saint, nor do I believe that others are saints. Everyone is just an ordinary person, with their own strengths and weaknesses, ambitions and desires. To maintain social stability, management and restrictions are necessary. I originally had some law enforcement personnel, but in the face of new situations, it is more reliable to have practitioners with relevant experience. That is why I took you in.”

V concluded, "Come work for me, and I'll provide you with a place to stay. You'll be paid monthly, and you'll enjoy three insurances and one housing fund. You'll work three shifts, day and night, with free late-night snacks for the night shift. You'll have at least two days off per month, and after a year of service, you'll get three days of paid annual leave. If you take sick leave, only that day's pay will be deducted; I'll never charge double for taking sick leave. How about it? Think it over?"

Triss was completely bewildered and murmured, "What are 'three insurances and one fund'...?"

"It includes pension insurance, unemployment insurance, medical insurance, and housing provident fund."