2077: V really knows how awesome he is

She thought for a long time, and then suddenly realized.

What the hell does this have to do with me?

"Eat, drink, and then go have a good time with Sasha."

This is the true meaning of life.

At 8:55 a.m. the next morning, V arrived at the C-particle research lab on the third basement level, looking radiant and even five minutes early.

She will be here with Ciri and Geralt to do some antivirus work, and then they will travel together to the world of the Witcher.

“Is this really necessary?” Ciri asked again.

V nodded: "Of course, if you don't want your world to be destroyed by some random plague."

"If the virus you're talking about is really that terrible, then how come Geralt and I are completely unharmed?"

“The C-particles enhanced your body, making your immunity far superior to that of ordinary people. Geralt, on the other hand, is because…” V recalled Geralt’s physical report, his expression strange, “because his body has been infused with multiple toxins, making it impossible for viruses to survive.”

Seeing V's confusion, Geralt explained briefly: "Witchers must undergo the 'Trial of the Grass,' which is the first highly poisonous ritual. Secondly, I drink certain potions during battle; these are unique to Witchers, and they are also highly poisonous."

V asked curiously, "Why would you drink a poisonous potion?"

"They can enhance my combat capabilities, such as making me more stamina-enhancing and enduring, or allowing me to see in the dark and breathe underwater, etc."

V showed a hint of interest: "That sounds interesting."

"Actually, it's not interesting. First of all, the Witcher's potion tastes terrible, like swamp goblin urine. Secondly, it contains a deadly poison; a single drop is enough to kill an adult."

V originally wanted to try a bottle, but upon hearing that it tasted like urine, he immediately declined.

“Being a Witcher is really tough,” V remarked, then turned to Ciri and said, “See? Geralt can drink a whole bottle of this stuff, but ordinary people can’t even handle a drop. You two are just special cases. If ordinary people in your world had the same incredible physique as you, then we wouldn’t need to disinfect it.”

Making ordinary people as strong as the Time Traveler and the Witcher? That's obviously impossible.

Ciri had no choice but to accept the disinfection setting.

Fortunately, the process was quick and painless; it simply involved spraying with a mist and then exposing the area to light.

"That's it?" Ciri asked, somewhat surprised. "I haven't noticed any changes."

“It’s killing bacteria and viruses, of course you won’t feel anything,” V said irritably. “If you could feel anything, then something is definitely wrong. You might even mutate and grow a beard like Geralt’s.”

Ciri was startled, but when she saw V's mischievous grin, she realized that V was deliberately trying to scare her.

Fortunately, Ciri quickly found an opportunity for revenge, since the next time travel was her domain. So she deliberately said, "Time travel will last for a few seconds. During this time, you may feel shaky and see light spots in front of you. That's normal. Generally speaking, you will arrive at your destination accurately."

V took the bait and asked in surprise, "Generally speaking? So there are exceptions?"

Ciri said seriously, "Teleportation can also make mistakes. For example, it might teleport you to the ocean or the earth. Once, I was even teleported into a wall, and it took a lot of effort to break through it."

V: "..."

"Hahaha!" Ciri couldn't help but laugh, pointing at V and exclaiming, "Your expression is hilarious, like you've just eaten a piece of moldy onion bread!"

V didn't know what an onion was, but she knew that Ciri was deliberately getting revenge on her.

"You brat!" V gritted her teeth.

Ciri laughed even louder.

"Stop fooling around." Geralt, the old father, slapped Ciri on the head. "You should show the respect due to President V!"

“Exactly, exactly.” V echoed repeatedly, Geralt’s favorability in her eyes was almost at its maximum.

Ciri knew V's personality well and didn't think V needed any respect, but since her father had spoken, she had no choice but to obey.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore." Ciri coughed and said, "My teleportation is very safe, and there has never been a case of destination deviation. You can rest assured."

Seeing how certain Ciri was, V no longer had any doubts.

After Nakamura Kayo set the parameters of the surrounding instruments to record the gravity distortion that was about to occur, Ciri grabbed V and Geralt by the arms and disappeared in a flash of white light.

“Even seeing it with my own eyes, I can’t help but feel amazed,” Nakamura Kayo muttered, then confidently ordered, “Immediately collect data, build models, and humanity’s first hyperspace engine will surely be born in our hands!”

"Oh!!!"

On the other side, V, who had entered the spatial teleportation, indeed felt the shock that Ciri had mentioned, as if someone had kicked her in the waist, making her understand why Geralt disliked teleportation.

However, after kicking her, a colorful halo appeared in front of her eyes, as if she had entered a time tunnel. The various monitors on her body began to frantically record the data generated in the process, and the amount of processing was so great that she felt a slight lag and sluggishness.

Logically, such a large amount of computing power should not be needed, but humans know nothing about the time-lapse process, and the monitoring software has not made corresponding optimizations. It accepts everything without filtering, and even several software programs record the same data at the same time, which leads to the abuse of computing power.

V felt a throbbing pain in his temples and secretly resolved to have Nakamura Kayo optimize the software when he got back. However, considering that this was extremely valuable data, V ultimately decided to activate Sinweistein to buy some time.

This brain operating system can greatly improve reaction speed, which in other words can also improve her computing power per unit of time to some extent. Although it's not much more, it's better than nothing.

Now that you've made the decision, don't hesitate any longer.

V immediately activated the Sinweistan, but an accident occurred as a result.

Just like when she first met and fought Ciri, for some unknown reason, Sionstein's "accelerated time" clashed with Ciri's "altered space". The originally calm "space tunnel" was suddenly filled with turbulent waves. Ciri was caught off guard and could only hold on to Geralt, while V was thrown out hard.

"Damn it, why don't you hold on tighter to me!"

V couldn't help but complain, as he was kicked out of the teleportation and fell into a pile of bushes with a thud.

She staggered out, shut down the alarms in her brain, and spat out a few blades of grass.

Looking up, I saw a withered tree with many hanged corpses hanging from it.

V: "...The decorations in this other world are really unique."

She looked around and found herself in a wilderness. The air was basically the same as on Earth, but the gravity was 1.7 times that of Earth, which was within her acceptable range.

"I promise I won't do that again next time." V reflected on himself for a moment, then muttered to himself, "Looks like I've arrived in another world, but it's not the 'Kaer Morhen' that Ciri mentioned. I hope we're still on the same planet. I need to find someone to ask first."

She leaped to the top of a large tree, activated her prosthetic eye's zoom function to survey her surroundings, and discovered a village 2.4 kilometers to the north. She jumped down and sped off, arriving at the village entrance in just three minutes.

V was hesitating whether to go in directly when a thin, dark-skinned middle-aged woman wearing tattered clothes came out carrying a chamber pot.

Considering he was new to the place, V politely asked, "Hello, may I ask where this place is?"

The middle-aged woman glanced sideways, turned her head, opened her mouth, and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm: "Heh, tui!"

V: "..."

Chapter 131 Tarot Cards? Gwent!

Guided by the middle-aged woman, V arrived at the village tavern.

Although the fact that such a dilapidated village still has a tavern is a ridiculous thing in itself, just like in the afterlife, this kind of place is always the best place for information exchange. After a few healthy sparkling drinks, men can confess their secrets about premature ejaculation, and women can tell you how many abortions they have had behind their husbands' backs.

V pushed open the wooden door of the tavern, and a wave of stuffy heat mixed with the stench of sweat hit her. Although V knew how powerful she was, she maintained an unusually cautious demeanor in this other world. She kept the data from her environmental monitoring software displayed on her prosthetic eye, which slightly obstructed her vision, but it was better than being tricked by the strange magic of the medieval world.

Hearing the door open, the three men gathered at the bar all turned around. Since the village was so small, only a handful of people would come to drink at this time, and since someone else had arrived, it must be an outsider.

As expected, no one recognized V's face.

But her face was exquisite enough.

The men wore the silly grins typical of drunkards; it was a rare opportunity to encounter such a beautiful woman, so naturally they had to flirt with her a bit.

The tavern owner warned, "Don't do anything rash, Leonard. Her makeup isn't normal."

The man called Leonard had messy hair and a wooden pipe in his mouth. He threw away a few cards in his hand, stood up unsteadily, and said, "Her makeup is unusual, but she doesn't even have a skirt and is wearing men's pants. She's so vulgar that she can't be the mistress of any high-ranking official. She's probably just a village prostitute wandering the countryside. Don't worry."

V looked at his clothes and realized that suits and leather shoes were indeed unsuitable for the rural environment of this other world. This place was like the bad soil outside Night City, where muddy ground and dust blowing in the wind would only make high-end clothes look tarnished.

She needed some local clothing, which would not only make movement easier but also reduce trouble and increase the chances of obtaining intelligence.

So, where do you get these clothes?

V looked up and around, and saw that Leonard had already come up in front of him.

He deliberately blew a puff of smoke towards V's face.

The prosthetic eye immediately alerted: Inhalable particulate matter detected, identified as harmful gas, composed of combustion residue from some unknown plant, air filtration function activated, body damage reduced to 0.

"Hey girl, how much per time?"

V laughed because she knew where to get the clothes.

"I need a clean set of clothes."

"A clean set of clothes is enough to sleep with you? That's cheap! Okay, I'll pay you, let's get started now."

But V continued, "There are also radishes tied outside."

"Radishes?" Leonard was taken aback. "There's only a horse tied up outside, where would radishes come from?"

V was also taken aback: "Isn't a horse just a radish?"

"Stop joking, a horse is a horse, and a radish is a radish. But if you want a radish, miss, I have a big one here." Leonard swayed his hips lewdly, causing the other two men in the bar to burst into laughter.

Damn it, didn't Ciri say that a horse is just a carrot? That girl tricked me again!

While V was distracted, Leonard's hand was already on her shoulder.

"Stop talking nonsense and come inside with me. I'll only give you an old set of clothes. A lowly prostitute isn't worth a horse. You really think you're the top courtesan in Norwich?"

Leonard tugged at it, but couldn't budge it.

He tugged again, but still couldn't budge it.

V may look thin and frail, but to Leonard it felt like he was carrying a mountain.

"What the hell are you?"

V remained silent, reaching out to pry Leonard's hands off her shoulders. A tremendous force was transmitted, causing Leonard to scream in pain and slowly kneel down under V's weight.

"I want a clean set of clothes, and some...lotus outside."

V made his request again, but Leonard yelled to his companions, "Help me!"

One of the other two men picked up a wooden stick and smashed it down on V's head from behind. With a crack, the stick broke, but V didn't even flinch.

She turned around, grabbed the man by the collar, and flung him away. The man screamed as he crashed through the window and flew out, landing with a thud in the latrine's cesspool behind it. Several piglets, who had been happily eating, were startled by the sudden appearance of the burly man and began to grunt and squeal.

Chaos raged outside the pub, and it wasn't peaceful inside either. V casually tossed Leonard onto the bar, and another man suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed at V's abdomen. But with a snap, the man's wrist broke, and he screamed in pain. His dagger only pierced V's suit and shirt, but couldn't penetrate his skin at all.

"Have you heard of subcutaneous armor and nano-coatings?" V kindly explained.

But the man let out a scream as if his own mother had died: "A witch! This woman is a witch!"

Because it was too noisy, V picked up a dagger and stabbed the man. With a thud, the dagger pierced the wall behind him, and the man fainted from fright, his eyes rolling back.

V walked behind the bar and saw Leonard reach into his pocket. V thought he was going to pull out some weapon, but instead he pulled out a key.

"Here, take it, please let me go." Leonard cried like a little girl.

"What's this?" V caught the key.

"There's a set of clothes in the box under the bed that no one has ever worn. I made it for my son so he can wear it when he gets married."

"What if I take it and your son gets married?"

"It's alright, he was taken away by the conscription officer to fight in the war, and he's already dead."

"I'm sorry," V said sincerely, "that must have been the saddest thing in your life."

Leonard looked at his twisted fingers, his face contorted in a grimace, and said, "Not anymore."

V understood what he meant, but felt no remorse. After all, this guy had provoked him, so it was only reasonable for him to give him a small punishment as a warning.

As she walked from the bar, she noticed several pieces of paper with unusual designs on the counter and exclaimed in surprise, "Tarot cards?"

Leonard shook his head instinctively: "It's not Tarot, it's Gwent."

What is Gwent?

"A card game where the winner can take one of the loser's cards; some rare and valuable cards are even more valuable than gold."

Damn, there are card players in another world too, so this stinky environment here is just a tactic?

V became interested and looked at the messy pile of cards on the table, asking, "Were you guys having a game just now?"

"Yes, yes, the owner here has a rare card called 'Meno Kohlren,' which he keeps in his jacket pocket. I've always wanted to win it."

V nodded and walked toward the tavern door, but after a few steps she stopped and claimed the Gwent cards on the table for herself.

Leonard immediately wore an expression that showed he was more heartbroken than if his son had died.

V went to Leonard's house and dug out his dead son's clothes to wear. The wedding dress was made of ordinary coarse linen, the only difference being that a piece of leather was sewn on the shoulders, elbows, knees and other easily worn areas for protection.