Uchiha, but a Brahmin!

Lonica, the witch he rescued from a group of villagers, initially only possessed some special powers. However, after he nurtured her using the knowledge he learned from the purple-robed immortal, Lonica is now able to create various potions.

Congratulations! Congratulations!

Hahaha! ! !

That night, Geralt dreamed again, and the four immortals took turns imparting unparalleled knowledge to him. However, for some reason, he always felt a little uneasy, as if he had forgotten something.

So he voiced his doubts to the Bluebird Immortal.

"This is a perfectly normal psychological phenomenon, because you're about to do something big, but it's also your first time doing it, so you'll feel uneasy and like you've forgotten something. Geralt, don't be afraid, don't panic. Remember, you're different from the people of this world; you're a man with a cheat code!"

The Bluebird Sage looked at him with incredibly wise eyes and comforted him.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir! I understand now!"

After hearing what the Bluebird Sage said, Geralt's face immediately showed a look of realization. Oh, I see!

That's right, indeed, this was the first time he had ever done something like this. He never imagined that one day he would lead a group of people to rebel against the nobles. Although he had received guidance from the four immortals, he still had worries and fears in his heart.

That's why I feel uneasy, as if I've forgotten something.

Yes, that must be it!

As expected of an immortal, he easily pointed out the problem, and the unease in his heart gradually faded away.

A sage has enlightened me!

the next day.

The villagers began training under his guidance.

"This weapon is amazing! Geralt, you're so clever! To be able to make such a powerful weapon! It's much better than a stick!"

A villager, holding a gun, excitedly spoke to Geralt.

"That's right, Geralt! With this, we can definitely overthrow the lord and become the new nobles!"

Some villagers came over, talking excitedly.

Geralt looked at the excited villagers and nodded in satisfaction. He had to thank the Bluebird Immortal; if it weren't for him, he wouldn't know how he would have been able to persuade these villagers.

Now, with this squad of executioners lined up, those mere feudal nobles can be wiped out with a flick of the wrist!

From this day forward, please call him the King of Cinder!

……

"However, this number doesn't seem enough. Perhaps I should go to other villages and persuade more villagers. Also, I remember there were firearms in the Middle Ages, so maybe I should upgrade my weapons further, at least to make an automatic rifle. That way, queuing up and shooting would be more efficient. With the magic taught by the immortals, I should be able to conjure up these things..."

Geralt pondered this, and for the next period of time, he began to frequently travel to the surrounding villages, constantly using magic to communicate with the Celestial Realm, obtain spiritual energy from the Celestial Realm, and then persuade the villagers.

At the same time, he began to draw up the blueprints for the automatic rifle based on the videos he had watched before, and then, by adding buffs to the blacksmiths, he enabled them to manufacture the invincible automatic rifle.

A flintlock musket might have been a bit of a challenge in the Middle Ages, but a line of automatic rifles would certainly have been enough.

"Luckily, I have a cheat code. I didn't expect this world to be devoid of spiritual energy. Fortunately, I can connect to the celestial realm. I've heard from the immortals that if I perform enough meritorious deeds in the mortal world, I might even ascend to become an immortal and join the ranks of the immortals! Hehe! What a bright future this is! Hahaha!! I want to become an immortal, I want to live forever!"

Geralt shook his head, recalling what the four immortals had said. They were great immortals from the Celestial Realm who, seeing his special talent and innate immortal bones, came to help him become an immortal. They said that as long as he accomplished his great task, he could become an immortal. Furthermore, if he overthrew the incompetent emperor who sat high on the throne of the corrupt empire and obtained the fortune of the human race, he would gain immense power after ascending to immortality, becoming the fifth supreme immortal in the Celestial Realm, thanks to his divine immortal bones.

To attain the state of eternal immortality!

Is his innate immortality due to his special status as a transmigrator?

Sure enough, time travel does come with its own set of advantages!

However, if he cannot overthrow that corrupt empire and kick that incompetent and foolish false emperor off the throne, he will not be able to become the fifth supreme immortal. After ascending, he will have to choose an immortal to join as his disciple.

However, a mere medieval so-called emperor, a so-called false emperor, haha, easy peasy!

He has access to modern technology!

He could almost see the incompetent false emperor kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.

Haha, just imagining it made his brain tremble!

"Maybe when I become an immortal, I can go back to my original world and take a look! Hahaha!!!"

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

Geralt was filled with excitement as he imagined himself becoming the new emperor, sitting on the golden throne, ascending to immortality with the blessing of human destiny, and becoming the fifth supreme immortal in the immortal realm!

Free and unrestrained, capable of anything!

He didn't think he would fail. After all, how could a mere medieval emperor compare to him, a born immortal who possessed modern technology, was valued by immortals, learned various powerful spells, and could even grow stronger through constant killing?

Soon, a large number of automatic rifles were manufactured, and the villagers he had persuaded began to train with him for a better future.

In the last village.

"Once we overthrow the nobles, we can live a good life. Everyone will have eggs to eat every day, and we'll be able to eat soft, white bread instead of chewy black bread. I will share my magic, so everyone can use it to cure diseases, and there will be no more illnesses!"

On this day, Geralt stood on a high platform in an open space and spoke loudly to the villagers below.

Then, with a wave of his hand, green light floated out from his hand and fell upon a group of elderly, weak, sick and disabled people standing in front of the platform.

The next moment, the bodies of those emaciated old people began to become fuller, and their crippled and lost bodies began to grow at a visible rate.

A very pleasant scent began to fill the air, making one feel refreshed and relaxed just by smelling it.

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

The villagers present, witnessing this scene, all knelt down. (End of Chapter)