Starting from The Witcher, he slaughtered his way across the world.

Do you know how difficult it is for an ordinary person to become a Witcher?

"To become a Witcher, money alone isn't enough. There are countless wealthy people in this world; are they all Witchers?"

"Perhaps your identity gives you some leverage, but I don't see you even have civilian status, do you really want to become a Witcher?"

"To become a Witcher, having a wealthy family background is one thing, but having outstanding talent is even more important. Which of these two do you have?"

"Even if you have the talent, can you reach that level?"

Calvin did not mock Luo Fan, but instead presented him with a harsh truth.

Luo Fan lowered his head, gazing at the campfire, his eyes reflecting the leaping flames.

Calvin was right; money alone had him completely under control.

In his memory, he and his mother Adele depended on each other for survival. The two of them worked diligently all year round, but by the end of the year they could not save much money. They could barely make ends meet every day, and it was common for them to go hungry occasionally.

Not to mention his status, he has now been demoted to a lowly status, his upward mobility has been completely blocked, and his freedom is restricted.

Unless they win the opportunity to have their citizenship restored, they can only regain some freedom.

Even so, he still had to face a mountain of taxes: tithes, harvest tax, poll tax, annual tribute... all sorts of miscellaneous taxes that could almost crush a family of four.

This is the lifestyle of people at the bottom of society. They spend almost the entire year struggling to pay their taxes. How can they have time to think about anything else?

As for talent, in this environment, even talented people are buried, not to mention that people at the bottom have no chance to even come into contact with Witchers.

Perhaps the Witcher organization never even considered selecting talent from the lower strata of society. Even with a large pool of talent, how many gifted individuals could emerge from such a harsh environment?

Moreover, Calvin also said that information about "demons" and "witch hunters" is controlled, and the scarcity of information greatly limits ordinary people's opportunities to access this level of information.

It's as if a line divides the world into two sides: one is the world of ordinary people, and the other is the world of demons and demon hunters.

Given all these factors, for a poor family to produce a Witcher is nothing short of a pipe dream.

"There are examples of ordinary people rising up to become witchers, but they are too rare. Most people will never reach this level in their entire lives."

"Actually, it's pointless for you to inquire about these things. Instead of wasting time on such matters, you should live a peaceful life. If you're lucky, you won't encounter any more demons in the future."

Calvin looked at the silent Luo Fan and patiently offered him a few words of advice.

"What's the point of telling him all this? He won't remember anything tomorrow."

At this moment, a cold voice rang out. It was the aloof woman who hadn't uttered a word from beginning to end. She frowned slightly, seemingly finding Calvin too talkative and annoying.

Calvin scratched his head and laughed, "I was just bored."

"Heh, if you're bored, go to sleep and don't bother me."

The cold-hearted woman snorted and closed her eyes to continue resting against the tree.

"Okay." Calvin could only smile awkwardly.

Luo Fan listened to their conversation and felt completely confused.

Will I remember nothing tomorrow?

What does this mean?

Calvin looked at Luo Fan and smiled gently: "In short, becoming a Witcher is not an easy thing, so don't think too much about it."

"I understand, thank you, sir."

Luo Fan nodded, no longer pursuing the questions in his mind. Instead, he calmed down and began to eat the wheat bread that the other party had given him, a hint of determination hidden in his eyes.

For most people, becoming a Witcher might be something they could never achieve in their lifetime.

But for someone with an enhanced panel, there is still a chance.

Right now, he needs to find a safe place to hide and study the enhancement panel carefully. Once he has a certain foundation, he can then try to find out information about the Witcher.

He is too weak now. If he hadn't been lucky tonight, he wouldn't have been able to get past the demon corpse.

To live, one must first ensure that one can survive.

Otherwise, it's all just empty talk.

"Well, although I don't want to deal with you three cowards, don't just stand there like an idiot. Eat and then go to sleep."

Calvin then took out a cloth bag and casually tossed three wheat breads to Jonas and his two companions.

"Thank you, sir!"

Jonas immediately accepted the bread with immense gratitude, and he and the other two guards each took a wheat bread, sitting a little away from the campfire and eating it bite by bite.

Wheat bread is not something that ordinary families can afford. Even ordinary families with normal incomes only eat it occasionally.

Most families still primarily eat bread and flatbread made from whole grains.

For the starving Luo Fan, this wheat bread was a welcome comfort to his parched stomach.

In the past, he would only eat this kind of bread when he was really bored. Now, it tastes exceptionally sweet and delicious, and after eating it, he feels drowsy and his eyelids keep drooping.

Time slips away quietly.

Calvin and the aloof woman each leaned against a tree, casually closing their eyes to rest.

Stellan rested his head on the thick shield, which was as tall as a person, and his breathing was steady; he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Jonas huddled together with two guards, snoring softly.

Luo Fan felt waves of drowsiness rising up, constantly urging his nerves on. He kept nodding his head by the campfire, his whole body filled with exhaustion, yet he dared not fall asleep.

Kant, standing next to him, was in the same boat. He was so sleepy that he pinched his thigh hard, afraid to fall asleep.

They were the lowest-ranking people present; how could they possibly have the right to sleep?

Suddenly, a mat was thrown over, and Luo Fan couldn't help but look up.

Calvin leaned lazily against a tree, closed his eyes, and casually said, "Go to sleep. You don't need to keep watch. I've placed a warning bell nearby. If there are still any demonic corpses, we'll get an alarm."

"Thank you, sir."

Luo Fan didn't stand on ceremony; he was so tired that he felt he could fall asleep the moment he closed his eyes.

He spread out the mat and squeezed together with Kant, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The campfire continued to burn, radiating a heartwarming warmth. The only sounds were occasional snores, and then there was complete silence.

time flies.

Luo Fan didn't sleep very well that night. The hideous and twisted face of the demonic corpse, its mournful roar, its scarlet eyes, and the tragic deaths of his companions kept flashing through his mind.

He could only desperately try to escape, constantly calling for help, but no one could save him. He tumbled and crawled wildly through the darkness.

But he couldn't escape the clutches of the demonic corpse. He dreamt that a palm pierced his chest, and that hand held his beating, bright red heart. "Thump thump," the beating became weaker and weaker, and Luo Fan could only watch helplessly as he died.

He was enveloped by a sense of death and suffocation, and felt an unbearable pain.