He became a general, then a marshal, and then the new head of the world government. More than 30 years have passed since then.
However, the sea remains turbulent, teeming with powerful figures, and I, Lucilfer Kuro...
"Where the hell am I?"
Kuro looked at the unfamiliar surroundings and clicked his tongue.
A clear sky, lush vegetation, a dirt road leading to who-knows-where, and a giant tree beside the road...
Where is this place?
His son ran away, his daughter went after him, his wife went to eat somewhere, and he was full of anger and was about to go to the Red Earth Continent to vent his anger. He was sleeping on the ship when he ended up here.
Kuro wanted to light a cigar, but after searching for a while, he found nothing on him.
"My abilities... I can no longer sense my treasure trove."
Kuro frowned, his Observation Haki surged, and then... he was Muggle...
There is a sea here, of course, but it's not the sea Kuro is familiar with. There's a bloody aura around, as if several great battles have just taken place, and there are some strange, inexplicable auras. Most importantly, he really didn't find his treasure vault. Even the planet's landscape isn't familiar to him anymore, so where would a treasure vault come from?
"You wore it again?"
Kuro felt a bit numb. How could he be transported to another world? He'd lived in one for over sixty years, possessing power and beauty... no, he had both career and love. And now he was suddenly transported here? He couldn't accept it. Besides, if he were transported, what about that thing in the heavens...?
"No, that's not right. I can clearly feel an unseen connection between me and the treasure vault, and it's still there, along with other connections... Hmm? Is that my true form?"
Kuro frowned again. "You can sense the connection with the main body? Then what am I? A clone? No, I can clearly feel my own existence. Am I a counterpart, or something like a dream spanning a thousand years..."
"roar..."
A low growl came from the nearby woods, accompanied by several pairs of red lights. The red lights drew closer and closer, and suddenly darted out of the woods, heading straight for Kuro, who was deep in thought.
"%￥#*!"
Just then, another strange noise came from nearby.
"Stop fooling around..."
Kuro turned around, dodging the attack of some unknown animal. Then his expression changed. The thing that pounced on him was a monster crawling on the ground like a beast. Its skin was like a human skinned, revealing a scarlet and black color. Its limbs were like those of a beast, but it had a human face and was emitting a longing growl at him.
"What is this...?"
Kuro dodged another monster's attack by sidestepping to the side, and clicked his tongue: "Is this never going to end?"
He didn't know what these things were, but he could tell from their eyes that they were bloodthirsty, flesh-craving monsters.
"%*#@!"
Just as the monsters were about to pounce again, a strange shout rang out from the side, accompanied by the sound of galloping hooves. Two figures swiftly leaped from their horses and landed there. Before Kuro could even make out their faces, two streaks of silver light flashed, and the arms of the two blood-red monsters were severed.
Before him stood two white-haired men, both clad in armor, each carrying a sword on their back, one of which they held in their hands, gleaming with silver light.
Several crimson monsters were quickly sliced to pieces by their nimble swords. One crimson monster lunged forward, but was slid open from below by the slightly younger, white-haired man. The crimson monster roared in pain as it was cut off by the sword, and with the momentum of its lunge, it flew towards Kuro behind it.
"Um?"
Kuro narrowed his eyes, and with one hand, he drew a sword downwards, his fingers turning jet black...
laugh!
A gleaming silver sword pierced through the blood-red monster's body, pinning it to the ground. After writhing a few times, it remained still.
"%#￥!"
The white-haired middle-aged man walked over, drew his silver sword, and said something in their direction.
Can't understand...
Kuro was about to say that he didn't understand, but soon, the words inexplicably flashed through his mind and he understood them again.
Are you alright...?
This is what they're talking about.
Kuro looked them over. One of them was an old man with a slicked-back hairstyle, wearing a leather armor, and with a calm and composed face.
The young man, who looked to be middle-aged, also had white hair and a scar across his eye. He was wiping the blood off his sword before sheathing it.
But whether it was an old man or a middle-aged man, Kuro sensed a strong life force through his Observation Haki.
Their age seems to contradict their appearance...
"Do you have any cigarettes?" Kuro asked.
The middle-aged man looked puzzled, but the elderly man with white hair nodded: "If it's tobacco, I brought some, and some anesthetic powder as well."
"Um?"
Although the old man spoke calmly and remained expressionless, Kuro frowned: "Are you mocking me?"
"Stop talking nonsense..."
The white-haired middle-aged man said calmly, "I am Geralt of Rivia, and he is Vesemir. You can tell by looking into our eyes that we saved you."
Their pupils...
Kuro tilted his head: "Is there something wrong with your pupils?"
It's just yellow vertical pupils, what's wrong with it?
However, the name sounds familiar... Never mind, there are too many familiar things, who would remember it anyway?
"Thank you."
In any case, saying thank you is never wrong.
“Witchers don’t need thanks, just payment,” Geralt said in a deep voice.
"So it turns out you want money, huh..."
Kuro was about to offer some money to get rid of him, but he quickly realized he didn't have any money on him...
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