pertwk Chapter 60 [Binge Digestion]
Chapter 60 [Binge Digestion]
"Install."
An icon resembling a ghoul appears in the Mutants section of the panel.
"Oh……"
His brows furrowed slightly beneath the hood, and he breathed heavily.
It felt like I had swallowed a fireball; the burning sensation spread throughout my body.
His arms clenched into fists, and his strength increased again.
Previously, with the blessing of the [Giant Bloodline], a single punch could deliver the force of a thousand pounds.
It's currently around 1030 jin (565 catties), an increase of about 3%.
30 jin (approximately 15 catties) was a little disappointing for Alwin, as it was only one-tenth of the 30% strength boost from the [Old Spearhead Mutant].
If those strongmen knew this, they'd probably want to die.
On Earth, even the top professional boxers only manage to deliver a punch weighing around 650 pounds.
And Alwin's attack now is almost twice as powerful as theirs.
He was only sixteen years old, and his body hadn't even fully developed yet.
Later in The Witcher 3, Geralt also said that his strength was more than ten times that of an ordinary person.
That's roughly the same as Alwin's current strength.
Moreover, the shackles on his physical abilities have been removed, and he might even be able to rival the strength of a dragon when he grows up.
Fortunately, ghouls and water ghosts are relatively easy to find among monsters, so let's take it slow.
As for [binge eating and digestion]...
Alwin closed his eyes and sensed it.
Previously, the [Tawny Owl] could give him an hour of stamina boost, but now it's about 1.3 hours.
Adding twenty minutes is a significant improvement, providing much more room for error and maneuvering with the enemy.
Eating food can also help you recover your strength more quickly.
In short, it doesn't have any explosive effects, but it's a decent support skill.
Turn off the panel.
The raven had already flown to the wooden fence to the side, tilting its head and staring at the ghoul's corpse on the ground.
It waited for Alwin to finish processing before going in to eat.
Arwen opened his eyes, put away his silver sword, and drew his hunting dagger from his waist to begin the treatment.
Ghoul claws are very sharp, but they carry a lot of germs, and are quite popular with quartermasters after being cleaned.
As for the monster's internal organs, he doesn't have the tools to take them with him right now.
There is one thing that Vesemir specifically emphasized when talking about ghouls.
He took a clean, empty glass bottle out of his pouch.
The dagger pierced the ghoul's chest, revealing the irregular, red tumor that had stopped throbbing.
The heart of a ghoul.
Alwin gently made a cut with a knife, then aimed the glass bottle at the wound, and bright red blood slowly flowed out.
Ghoul blood must be extracted from the heart of a recently deceased ghoul, and it is a very good alchemy material.
In the world of witchers, the most famous is the potion "Black Blood".
This is a powerful weapon for dealing with vampires.
In just over ten minutes, Alwin had collected the blood from the hearts of the four ghouls.
One of them died from having her heart stabbed by him.
The dagger scraped off a chunk of flesh from the ghoul's heart and tossed it toward the raven.
The latter jumped down from under the fence, pinned the piece of meat down with one foot, and pecked out tiny bits of meat with its beak and ate them into its stomach.
Arwen weighed the two vials of ghoul blood in his hand, his eyes flashing as he detected the red ripples emanating from them using his Alchemy Sense.
The quality is pretty good.
After the ravens finished eating, Arwen used the Igni sign to clean up the battlefield, led his mare back, and headed towards the village.
The village is not large, with only a dozen or so houses built of wood and thatch.
But when he reached the muddy road in the village, every house had its doors tightly shut, as if they were avoiding a plague.
"It's the Witcher... Lock the door quickly."
"Annata, you go back to your room now and stay there. Don't come out."
Soft, faint sounds came from the rooms.
Alwin was used to this; reasoning with these ignorant people was a waste of breath.
Following the path to the middle of the village, a slightly larger house came into view, with a small courtyard enclosed by tree branches in front of it.
Alwin stepped forward and casually pulled on the bronze bell beside the courtyard, producing a clear, ringing sound.
"Squeak..."
The wooden door was pushed open.
The first to appear was a woman with freckles on her face. She glanced at Alwin and then slammed the door shut, trembling all over.
Alwin twitched the corners of his mouth, only to be turned away.
I rested for a while against a nearby wooden post.
His keen hearing made him notice the persistent coughing sound inside the room.
Fortunately, the door reopened not long afterward.
This time, a middle-aged man wearing a gray shirt came out. The shirt was patched all over, and some lint was showing through the seams, indicating that it had been used for a long time.
The man forced an unsightly smile onto his rough, dark face.
"I'm so sorry, please forgive my wife's rudeness just now."
Alwin raised his head, a rare sight for the polite people of Cordwin.
"Mr. Raven, has the monster in the cattle pen been dealt with?"
"I heard the screaming over there stop for a while."
Alwin crossed his arms and spoke in a deep voice.
"It's resolved, Chief Ian."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Raven, thank you for your help, you have really done us a great favor."
"With those monsters around, no one in the village dares to go to work in the fields these past few days, and a cow and three sheep have died."
"besides……"
Alwin raised his hand to interrupt his complaint.
"These are not my responsibilities; let's talk about compensation."
"According to market prices, one ghoul costs 70 Dukat, and five cost 350 Dukat."
"Uh..." The enthusiasm on Village Chief Ian's face vanished instantly, and he awkwardly rubbed his calloused hands.
"Mr. Raven, could you please hold off on buying those 350 Ducats?"
Alwin countered, "This is not a large sum of money."
"Um... You've seen the situation in the village. We moved here based on the lord's land reclamation order, and we really don't have much money."
Alwin's eyes gradually sharpened, and the other party was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly.
"I... the whole village can only give you 192 Ducats... if you don't mind... please consider it a favor..."
Looking at the other person's pale face and hearing their detailed explanation, Alwin knew that this was the worst that could happen.
"Alright."
Upon seeing that Alwin had relented, village chief Ian immediately bowed and thanked him.
After all, the opponent's cat-like eyes and the giant sword on his back were truly frightening.
"Thank you so much," he said, taking a money pouch from his pocket and handing it to Alwin.
He hesitated for a moment before leaning closer and whispering, "Witcher, are those monsters really not coming back?"
Alvin gestured towards a wisp of black smoke near the cattle pen. "I've burned the body, and covered the smell of blood with cow dung. It won't be coming back."
Village chief Ian breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's wonderful."
"Cough cough..."
The sound of coughing came from inside the house again.
This time, even ordinary people could hear it; it was so loud it sounded like they were coughing up their lungs.
Village chief Ian, his face etched with worry, forced a calm expression and said, "The children at home got caught in the cold wind..."
Alvin said, "A common cold wouldn't cause this kind of cough. Where's the village doctor?"
Ian looked embarrassed.
Alwin silently shook his head, took out a small bottle from his pouch, which had a faint minty scent, and handed it to the other person.
"These are some herbs I tinkered with in my spare time. They're good for the lungs. Here, take them."
Ian pursed his lips. "But, but I don't have any more money to give you."
"Could you give me directions? Where is Franktal?"
Village Chief Ian's numb eyes instantly lit up with joy, and he pointed to the west side of the village.
"Follow this road to the main road, and keep walking towards where the sun sets. You should be able to see the town in about half a day."
"it is good."
Arwen turned and left.
Ian's words of thanks came from behind.
"Thank you, kind witcher. May Meritelli always protect you."
P.S. The strength has been modified. I initially vaguely remembered Geralt mentioning in a quest in The Witcher 3 that his strength was ten times that of an average person. Then I did some research and found that a professional boxer's punch weighs 650 jin (approximately 325 catties), which is 6 or 7 times that of an average person. So I set it to 650 jin. However, after being criticized by readers, I realized there was a significant oversight. Geralt's strength forty years later was ten times that of an average person, so now his strength must be at least 500-600 jin (approximately 250-300 kg) per punch. That would render his giant strength useless, so I changed it to 1000 jin (approximately 500 kg). If there are still any problems, feel free to criticize. Writing my first book was very difficult, so I humbly ask for advice. This is a free chapter, so I'll just fill up the word count, QAQ… Oh, right, I also wrote a chapter on Gwent later, but after finishing it, I realized that the Gwent I play is always modded. The spy role reduces the opponent's attack power and draws a card, but I found that troublesome and removed the card-drawing part. Now I can't change it, so I'll just leave it out for now. Fortunately, Gwent is set 40 years in the future, so this can be considered an early access version, which is still plausible. Please forgive me, dear readers, and thank you very much.