Chapter 1: Is He Really a Genius?
November 1248.
Deep in the Blue Mountains.
The tall peaks were pallid compared to the chilly air, the trees in the valleys covered with dense snow, a silver-robed painting.
The silent valley was occasionally disrupted by the sound of wind blowing snow, peaceful and serene.
The air was filled with a chill breath, as though the whole world was engulfed in cold.
On the snow-covered land, a small snow rabbit was scavenging for food.
Its body was snow white and fuzzy, a cotton ball soft, its ears long and pointed, as if always on the watch for peril.
What it didn't know was that a young man was hiding in the snow just ten meters away.
The young man had short, midnight-black hair, a cold-proof jacket on, and mole skin gloves covering his hands, with a white cloak draped over the top.
The cloak's colour, together with the snow that had settled on it, enabled him to blend almost seamlessly into the environment.
His gaze was fixed on the snow rabbit foraging, and he slowly and quietly pulled out a hunting knife from his waist.
The snow rabbit now seemed to suspect something and took flight.
The young man did not tarry, pulled out the hunting knife, and jerked his arm sharply!
A flash of silvery light.
The tip of the short knife pinned the snow rabbit to the snow.
Warm blood poured out onto the snow, scarlet red like summertime red wine.
The young man came closer and pulled out the short knife.
Then it was thrust in firmly.
Putting the snow rabbit out of its misery.
At this moment, a weak warm flow poured into his body through the weapon.
The feeling was extremely slight.
If he hadn't been paying attention, he might have missed it.
The young man whispered "panel" to himself.
Rows of golden script appeared before his eyes like a waterfall:
"Lynn"
"Skills:"
"Wolf School Swordsmanship (Mastered)"
"Attribute Points: 1 (99%) → 2 (0%)"
"Finally."
Perceiving the golden plus sign flashing behind the skill in the attribute panel, Lynn felt an indescribable anticipation in his heart.
But he held himself back from making points, took the ears of the snow rabbit, and headed in the direction he had come from.
"Time passes so quickly. Unknowingly, I've already lived in this world for two and a half months."
At first, when he had just transmigrated, several days passed before he could convince himself that he had transmigrated into a different world.
And he had transmigrated into the body of a child who had just passed the Grass Trial.
"I didn't expect that commenting on the Qidian APP casually and then sleeping would really bring me into the world of the Witcher."
Lynn was naturally very aware that this world was extremely dangerous.
Not only was it full of monsters, but there were also constant wars between human nations.
Let alone the commoners who lived in perilous conditions, even the kings were typically ignorant (physically).
Compared to his previous home world, this world was definitely much more dangerous.
However, fortunately, Lynn wasn't left without any assistance.
On his first day of transmigrating, he discovered that he had bound a Witcher-exclusive attribute panel.
Being a modern person who had been exposed to many video games since he was young, he knew at the moment he saw the attribute panel that this was the key to him controlling his destiny in this world.
If he did not want to become a tool to be utilized, he had to gain more skills and level them up.
And for him to be able to do that, he needed to obtain attribute points.
After some time of exploring, he found out how to obtain attribute points:
That was by killing monsters.
The more powerful the monster, the more experience he gained.
When the experience bar was full, he would gain attribute points.
His sole current skill, "Wolf School Swordsmanship," required a whole two attribute points to level up, and it had taken two and a half months for him to gain those two attribute points.
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After thirty minutes, a dilapidated castle appeared before Lynn.
That was Kaer Morhen, the seat and school of the Wolf School Witchers.
Although in ruins now, one could still vaguely discern its past glory.
When this castle prospered, the training grounds from inside to outside were full of people.
But now, the only ones, like a knife, greeting him home were the shrieking cold winds.
Crossing the rest of the planks of the bridge over the moat, Lynn entered the castle hall.
The aroma of food and the voice of the old Witcher mingled.
"You've come at the right time. I was just about to go out and look for you. Sit down, child, dinner time."
The hall was spacious, with a huge fireplace with a chimney, and a blazing fire in the hearth, which illuminated the entire room.
There was a massive long table in the center of the hall, where at least ten people could be seated, but now there was only one.
An old man was laying tableware with food on the table, and greeting him.
The old man was Vesemir, the aged grandmaster of the Wolf School.
He was a father figure to the other Wolf School Witchers.
No one knew how old Vesemir was.
He was reported to have witnessed the building of the first brick of Kaer Morhen and witnessed firsthand the subsequent siege of Kaer Morhen.
Nevertheless, even though Vesemir was older than Kaer Morhen, his body was still sufficient to make young ones envy him.
"Yes, Master Vesemir."
Lynn nodded.
He put the snow rabbit in the kitchen first, then went to wash his hands.
Then he returned to the long table and sat down.
Vesemir had already shared the food.
Meat, bread, and vegetables.
Bread and vegetables on his plate were the same as on Vesemir's plate, but Lynn's plate had a lot more meat.
"Eat, child, you need nutrition right now, eat more."
Lynn felt warm in his heart.
A Witcher's life was very tough.
Provisions in Kaer Morhen were very sparse.
Although Witchers typically risked their lives to kill monsters, what they received as rewards was not much.
All these foods were traded by Vesemir with the coins he earned from the villages at the foot of the Blue Mountains.
But Vesemir always gave him as much meat as possible, just like caring for his own son.
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After dinner, Lynn volunteered to do the dishes.
Having done the dishes, he returned to his room.
In this world without internet and electricity, of course, there were no evening entertainment activities.
At night, it was bedtime.
However, Lynn did not plan to sleep tonight.
He had something very important to do.
Back in his room, Lynn said "panel" in his mind.
Large sections of golden script flashed in front of his eyes:
"Lynn"
"Skills:"
"Wolf School Swordsmanship (Mastered)"
"Attribute Points: 2 (0%)"
Lynn rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
Then, without hesitation.
He imagined an invisible finger, pressing hard on the plus sign at the rear of "Wolf School Swordsmanship"!
The "Attribute Points" at the bottom changed from 2 to 0.
The "Mastered" at the rear of "Wolf School Swordsmanship" blurred, and when it cleared once more, it had become "Proficient".
Lynn couldn't help but take a sharp breath in.
For at this moment, a flood of memories of swordsmanship began rushing into his mind.
The whole process did not last long.
And when the transmission was complete, his mind had much more experience and skill, and these skills and experiences were similar to what he had experienced for many years.
Not only that, he even felt his body had changed.
He took up the practice sword placed on the bed, assumed a default stance, and swung it out with force.
The sword cut through the air, whirring.
Lynn estimated his strength and speed had increased by about 5% after leveling up "Wolf School Swordsmanship" from before.
He put away the practice sword with a contented look.
If someone won a hundred million, that was probably how Lynn was feeling now.
For before, he was only speculating, but now he really believed that the attribute panel could make him stronger.
In this dangerous world, was anything more precious than this gift?
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The next day, in the training ground.
The morning dew was still cold on the body of the wooden dummy, but two figures were already fighting in the training ground.
"Alright, that is enough."
With Vesemir's words, the two stopped and separated.
"How was my performance, Master Vesemir?"
Early that morning, Lynn came to look for Vesemir, hoping that Vesemir would spar with him.
Although Vesemir believed that according to Lynn's previous progress, he would have to practice with the dummy for a while before practicing with a living being.
But it was a good quality for youngsters to be energetic, so he did not refuse.
But when he sparred with Lynn, he could not help but be amazed. Lynn's Wolf School swordsmanship had progressed much faster than he had expected.
Lynn, who was only thirteen years old, had actually reached the level of an official Witcher in terms of swordsmanship alone. 'Is this child really a genius?'
Vesemir's face showed a mix of surprise and joy.
But he still warned.
"Although your swordsmanship has been enhanced so quickly, you can't be proud. Your swordsmanship also has some weak points. Hope you can remain calm and continue to improve."
Lynn did not regard Vesemir's words as nonsense but very seriously said, "Yes, Master Vesemir, I know that skill has no end."
If anything surprised and delighted Vesemir more than Lynn's swordsmanship, it was definitely Lynn's humble attitude.
There was a pleased expression on Vesemir's face.
"Well done, then you continue to practice. We will start the monster knowledge class this afternoon."
(End of this chapter)