Geralt of Rivia: The White Wolf

Chapter 2 Geralt's Decision

These words seemed to trigger some deep-seated code in Geralt's mind, causing Geralt to feel as if something had suddenly appeared in his head.

After about a minute or two, Geralt's eyes flashed with a look of realization. It seemed that the basic rules of this so-called God Space were the same as his own process as a Witcher: completing quests for others to kill monsters and then receiving rewards.

In retrospect, it seems that only the commissioner of the mission has changed, from a concrete being to an unknown entity called the Supreme God.

At this point, Geralt's initial excitement subsided considerably. He then looked at the man before him who seemed familiar with the Main God Space, namely Zhang Jie, and asked:

"Is this so-called supreme deity truly capable of granting any wish, as He claims?"

Geralt's voice was like an oak barrel sanded with sandpaper, deep and rough, like the wind that blows year-round across the Kaer Morhen Mountains, cold and hoarse. He spoke slowly, each word like a frost-covered blade, steady yet penetrating.

As Geralt's distinctive voice rang out, the gazes of the others turned to Zhang Jie.

"To grant any wish?"

Zhang Jie sneered, casually tossing away the remaining cigarette butt in his hand. He stared directly at Geralt, steadily crushing the still-smoldering cigarette butt with his foot, and mocked:

"As long as you can keep completing the tasks assigned by the main god and successfully return to the main god's space alive, then one day you will be able to realize your wish."

Geralt ignored Zhang Jie's tone and instead spoke earnestly to him:

"Thanks!"

Zhang Jie didn't say anything more, but his eyes suddenly became a little complicated, as if Geralt's words had stirred up a secret that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

Can God really grant any wish?

"Why can't my wish be granted?"

Zhang Jie felt a surge of resentment in his heart, but his face remained impassive, maintaining a sour expression.

Geralt's words seemed to have opened a floodgate of conversation, and the middle-aged woman carrying the shopping basket was the first to speak, asking anxiously:

"I want to go home. I don't want to complete this so-called mission from the main god."

"I need to go home and cook. If I get home late, I'll get a beating."

When the woman spoke of being beaten, her voice trembled, clearly indicating that she had recalled unpleasant memories.

At this moment, the middle-aged man next to him quickly asked:

"Yes, how can we go back? My wife and son are still waiting for me."

The remaining people remained silent, but all looked at Zhang Jie with unanimous eyes, clearly anticipating his response.

Zhang Jie still wore a sour face, his expression unchanged, and asked in a sarcastic tone:

"Go back? Why do you want to go back? Wasn't choosing to come here your own choice?"

"Yes or No?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, clearly recalling the scene when they clicked "Yes." Their expressions turned somewhat grim. After all, who could have imagined that simply clicking "Yes" would send them straight into a horror movie? It was like being forced into something without any warning.

Geralt, who was standing to the side, overheard the conversation and understood something. It seemed that everyone present except himself had come here by clicking "Yes." Only he had come here because he had heard that the God could help him fulfill his wish and he wanted to make up for the regret in his heart.

At this moment, Geralt's eyes also showed a hint of pain, clearly lost in memories.

It turns out that when Geralt returned to the swamp, he killed the old witch in order to retrieve his daughter Ciri's Witcher badge. However, Geralt was already resigned to death at that time, sitting alone in the swamp hut, completely oblivious to the growing number of water ghosts around him.

But just as Geralt was resigned to his death, the voice of the supreme god rang in his mind. The supreme god told him that He could make up for his regrets and fulfill his wishes, no matter what they were.

At first, Geralt remained unmoved, thinking that the so-called supreme god was nothing more than the Master of Mirrors or a genie, who was incapable of perfectly granting wishes and must have some unknown traps involved.

Geralt's wish is to resurrect his daughter Ciri, the daughter who sacrificed herself to fight against White Frost.

In all his years as a Witcher, Geralt had never seen or heard of a truly perfect resurrection—the resurrection of the dead.

The resurrections circulating on the mainland all have unknown flaws, so there is no true resurrection in the real sense.

Time slowly passed, and more and more water ghosts appeared around the swamp hut. They could no longer contain themselves and wanted to swarm forward, tearing and devouring their own flesh and blood.

The voice of the Supreme God kept echoing in my mind, repeating itself.

"Accept the invitation, and you can have any wish granted!"

Geralt recalled the scene in Kaer Morhen when he first taught Ciri how to use her sword, Ciri's angry expression when she fell off the stake for the first time, the scene of Vesemir strictly teaching Ciri, and the scene of him first meeting Ciri in Brochrond Forest.

"Ciri!"

Geralt sat on the ground, muttering Ciri's name repeatedly, a flicker of hope and fantasy passing through his mind.

If only Ciri could really come back to life!

The roars of the surrounding water ghosts grew closer, their greedy and bloodthirsty eyes fixed on Geralt, who sat motionless on the ground, unarmed and seemingly defenseless.

However, the water ghosts were still patient, waiting for their companions to gather. There weren't enough companions yet; the image of Geralt killing the old witch was still lingering in their minds.

Time passed slowly, and the water ghosts had completely blocked the open wooden door. They could no longer contain themselves. As the first water ghost pounced on Geralt, the surrounding water ghosts followed suit, swarming forward like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

For these low-intelligence, social monsters, as long as one water ghost initiates a group, the rest of the water ghosts will immediately join the group.

In an instant, Geralt's figure was completely obscured and covered by the army of water ghosts.

"Ald sign!"

At that moment, a stream of frosty white magical energy burst forth from Geralt's location, freezing the water ghosts that were rushing towards him into pieces. Some of the water ghosts that were still in mid-air were thrown to the ground like dumplings in a pot, falling freely.

"Igni Sign!"