Uchiha, but a Brahmin!

"Chakra, a wondrous power..."

The Tyranid swarm has acquired the power of chakra. For the ever-evolving and devouring Great Devourer, this peculiar, extraordinary power, distinct from psionic energy, is undoubtedly very suitable, making the swarm even more versatile and terrifying.

Through this power, the Tyranids can evolve at an even faster pace. In fact, the Great Devourer has now begun to try to evolve an even more efficient and terrifying space travel technology, based on the characteristic that chakra can strongly interfere with the physical universe.

However, as they became more accepting of this seemingly harmless and beneficial power for evolution—the Great Devourer, which could be called a collective consciousness—other emotions gradually began to emerge for reasons unknown.

He suddenly had an impulse to believe in something.

……

"Thank you, immortal, for teaching me magic!"

In the dream, a young man bowed to a sage sitting on a lotus throne, dressed in a blood-red robe, who looked like a celestial being.

……

This is a world similar to the Middle Ages.

Geralt has traveled to this world. His original name wasn't this, but that's all in the past.

Now, his name is Geralt.

After arriving in this world, he was filled with fear and despair because he discovered that he had no cheat codes and was just a naked transmigrator.

This world was extremely unfriendly to him; he couldn't even get enough to eat. He longed for his home with his cell phone, computer, and convenient modern amenities. To him, a modern person, the Middle Ages was hell.

If he transmigrated into the body of a noble lord, that would be fine. At least he would have a territory, a group of serfs, and the right of first night. How wonderful that would be!

Unfortunately, he is now a miserable serf.

However, this miserable life, devoid of any hope, recently took a turn for the better.

He had a dream in which he saw four immortals.

A celestial being dressed in a red robe taught him the art of killing and self-preservation, enabling him to continuously grow stronger through slaughter.

A wealthy-looking immortal dressed in green robes taught him the art of longevity and body refinement, strengthening his physique, prolonging his life, and achieving immortality.

A beautiful immortal, dressed in purple robes, with a captivating figure and a melodious voice, who often caused him to have wet dreams, taught him the art of dual cultivation. Through the balance of yin and yang, he experienced constant enlightenment and attained the Great Dao.

The last immortal, dressed in a blue robe and with a blue bird's head, taught him the art of strategy, how to incite people, stage uprisings, and various powerful and unpredictable spells.

Under the tutelage of the four immortals, he felt himself getting better and better. This must be his cheat code. Indeed, as a transmigrator, he was fortunate, unlike these illiterate people of the Middle Ages.

That's the magic of having a cheat code!

"Today is another day full of hope!"

The next day, Geralt woke up with a look of joy on his face, and soon he went to the blacksmith's shop.

"Geralt, you've come!"

The blacksmith, who was forging iron, saw Geralt walk in and quietly led him into a room.

"Geralt, your magic is truly amazing! It's thanks to your magic that we were able to create these things!"

The blacksmith looked at Geralt with a look of reverence and said.

"Hahaha, that's right!"

Geralt smiled happily, then looked at the weapons laid out on the table.

These are flintlock pistols, retrieved from his memories through the magic he learned from the Bluebird Immortal. This is a powerful force capable of crushing this medieval world!

Do you even know what it means to be shot in a line?

With these flintlock muskets, he can gather the villagers he has already influenced and persuaded, form a squad to shoot them, and surely kill that nobleman, turn the tables, and become the master! Hahaha!

The thought of this place filled Geralt with immense excitement, hahaha!

You foolish medieval bumpkins, witness the crushing power of technology! Hahahaha!!!

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Geralt laughed happily. He could almost see himself, with the help of the four immortals, overthrowing this damned world, removing that emperor from his throne and taking his place. This corrupt empire needed a better ruler.

With his modern wisdom and the assistance of four immortals, he will surely bring unparalleled surprises to this world!

Hahaha! ! !

"Very good, I'll go and inform the village chief right away to organize the villagers for training!"

Geralt said happily, and then left the blacksmith shop.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Along the way, the villagers would greet him warmly whenever they saw him. Geralt felt very satisfied with these incredibly friendly villagers. Thanks to the wisdom given to him by the Bluebird Sage and the good looks and mysterious aura given to him by the Purple Robe Beauty Sage, he had successfully transformed from a nobody into someone who had become one of the villagers.

He successfully won over the villagers to his side, making them willing to join him in overthrowing the rule of the nobility and liberating the serfs!

Hahaha! ! !

Soon after, he found the village chief and asked him to gather the villagers so they could get used to the weapons and prepare for the upcoming rebellion.

Then he went to a house.

Inside, a slender, alluring woman in a long black-purple robe, with a charming and beautiful face, was concocting a magic potion.

"Lonica, how's the medicine preparation going?"

Geralt's voice rang out, and after finishing mixing the potion in her hand, Lonica turned around and looked at Geralt.

"It's ready, Lord Geralt! These are the potions you needed!"

Lonica smiled and pointed to the box not far away.

Geralt stepped forward, opened the chest, and burst into laughter upon seeing it filled with potions.

"Hahaha, great! Now my plan can be perfectly executed! Hahaha!!!"

Geralt burst into laughter, looking utterly invincible.

The people of this world are too ignorant and foolish. They are so rude and hostile to these witches who possess magical skills and abilities. They are indeed a group of foolish medieval people, unlike him. He can see that these witches are not bad people, and the power they possess is what he needs.

Moreover, how could these people bring themselves to burn such a cute and beautiful girl as a monster?

He wasn't like those ignorant people in this world who would think witches were monsters or anything like that.

In his eyes, these witches were nothing more than pitiful girls with special powers! (End of Chapter)