"Hold on, Wayne, just hold on a little longer and you'll make it."

An old and anxious voice came into Wayne's ears.

But at this moment, Wayne had no mind to pay attention to this voice. He just felt tremendous pain all over his body, as if his body was crawling with countless poisonous snakes and scorpions biting his flesh. Countless poisons seeped into his body. His muscles seemed to be dissolved and then forcibly squeezed into their original shape. Apart from the severe pain and numbness, his limbs could not move at all.

While enduring this inhuman torture, Wayne could vaguely hear the voice of the old man beside him, as if he was teaching him how to control his body, and as if he was encouraging him to hold on.

The painful torture made Wayne couldn't help but wail, and after holding on for more than ten minutes, he inevitably fell into a coma.

After an unknown amount of time, when Wayne felt his body was slightly better, he used all his strength to open his eyes.

What came into view was a stone ceiling covered with moss and cobwebs. He instinctively wanted to look around, but just turning his head almost exhausted his energy.

After some observation, Wayne deduced that this was a building similar to an ancient castle, built with rocks. In addition to the wooden bed on which he was lying, there were some glass test tubes similar to those used in chemical experiments on the tables around him, as well as tweezers, crucibles and other experimental equipment.

The cold and damp smell coming from his body made Wayne feel like he was in a room like a basement.

However, before he could continue observing, he felt an intense, tearing pain in his brain.

“Ah!~Ah!”

This kind of severe pain comes quickly and goes away quickly.

In less than a minute, Wayne's brain returned to calm, and the memory of a half-elf boy appeared in his memory out of thin air.

Along with it, the relevant information about the golden finger that time travelers must have also entered the brain.

Wayne (14 years old) Occupation: Demon Hunter Level: Level 1 (0/100)

Attributes: Strength 13, Agility 18, Constitution 15, Spirit 18.

Skills: Swordsmanship LV1, Magic Sign LV1, Gene Mutation LV1.

Special Bloodline: Ancient Blood (weak, unawakened) requires ten ability points to activate.

Subsidiary skills: Archery LV1, Cooking LV1.

Demon Hunter, this is the demon hunter's world.

Before Wayne could think carefully about the time travel, a slightly heavy sound of footsteps came from outside the room.

A few seconds later, Wayne saw an old man wearing old iron armor and looking decent and kind walk through the door and come in.

Seeing Wayne awake, the old man couldn't help but reveal a happy smile on his face. He brought a bowl of cooked vegetable soup from the table next to him, sat down beside Wayne's bed, and said with emotion:

"You finally woke up, kid."

"Luckily you're still alive."

According to his memory, Wayne looked at the old man's slightly sad face, hesitated for a second, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Teacher Vesemir, am I the only one who survived?"

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but sigh, closed his eyes, and touched Wayne's hair.

"Yes, you are the only one who survived among the children."

"During the mutation process of the Trial of Grass, without a warlock to cast a stabilization spell for us, the failure rate is too high."

Looking at Wayne, who was weak and almost dead, Vesemir seemed to have made some kind of decision, and his tone suddenly became much more mature.

"Perhaps, after you, there will be no new demon hunters in Kaer Morhen."

………………

A month later, at the training ground in Kaer Morhen.

Early in the morning, just after the sun rose, Wayne was holding an unsharpened steel sword, practicing witcher swordsmanship against a dummy made of straw and wood.

He moved around, chopped and stabbed continuously. The heavy steel sword was in his hand, and each blow was fast and fierce, leaving many dents on the dummy made of hard wood.

After practicing for two hours, until his whole body was sweating, his hands and feet were weak, and his muscles were slightly sore, Wayne finally heard the strange voice in his mind again.

Swordsmanship proficiency +1, current progress: 36.

Swordsmanship LV1: Swordsmanship power +5% After a period of exploration, Wayne discovered that in addition to using upgraded ability points to improve the skill levels of his various skills, the most important thing is to rely on hard work and practice in daily life.

Even if one were to raise one's swordsmanship level from level one to level two, it would take more than two hundred hours of concentrated training to upgrade one level, which was quite difficult.

Fortunately, as a sports student, what he lacks the least is patience and enthusiasm for training.

Wayne let out a breath and took off his sweaty linen shirt, revealing his tender but already obvious muscle lines. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the steel sword, and walked into the castle of Kaermerhen.

Passing through the castle gate, in the somewhat dim castle hall, the old witcher Vesemir was sitting in a wooden chair with a dozen thick books placed beside him, with his head lowered and snoring softly.

Seeing this scene, Wayne couldn't help but curl up a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Vesemir is a respectable elder. Over the past month, the old man has not only done his best to teach him various skills of a demon hunter, but also taught him many principles of life. This made Wayne, who was suddenly away from his familiar environment, feel like he had someone to rely on.

As a demon hunter who has lived for hundreds of years, the old man is almost a living antique in the demon hunter world. He is also the most respectable person in the eyes of everyone in the Wolf School.

He did not disturb the old witcher's sleep, but tiptoed upstairs to his room and took a cold shower using the clean water that had been prepared long ago.

Life in the Middle Ages was quite hard, and there were only a few pieces of furniture in his room.

After changing into clean clothes, Wayne looked in the mirror and sighed softly. His handsome face looked no different from that of an ordinary teenager except for a pair of amber cat eyes and pointed ears.

In his previous life, he was a promising archery athlete. Unfortunately, he was hit and killed by a dump truck due to an accident, and that's when he came into this world.

Unexpectedly, judging from the memories of the possessed boy, his life experience in this life was also very miserable.

This half-elf boy named Wayne, his mother is Martha, an elven prostitute from the slums of Vizima. As for who his father is, even Martha herself doesn't know.

Because of his mother's special occupation, the boy was born in a brothel and lived there for eight years, until Martha was infected with a serious disease and the mother and son were driven out of the brothel.

Before he died, he gave him to an old witcher named Vesemir who was passing by and had been training in Kaer Morhen for six years.

There were originally six children who trained with Wayne, but because the Green Grass Trial lacked the help of warlocks, he was the only lucky one who survived in the end.

But Wayne knew very well that if it weren't for his accidental time travel, none of the six children would have survived.

It was not until decades later, when the story of The Witcher 1 began, that Kaer Morhen welcomed a new demon hunter.

This is a new book by a new author, and I hope you readers will support me.

(End of this chapter)