"Hmph~"
The berserk energy abruptly stopped. Allen let out a muffled groan, feeling as though his heartbeat had skipped.
The cold system notification ringing in his ears made him open his eyes immediately.
Outside the window, the scorching sun blazed, casting golden light through the gaps between the wooden window and its frame, illuminating the room.
Tiny specks of dust danced gracefully in the beams of brilliant sunlight.
"The sun... has already risen?" Allen was momentarily stunned.
Last night, after dining with Vesemir and Claral in the mess hall, he had returned to his room.
Cleaning up Elsa and Balmur had taken about an hour.
By around ten o'clock, he had begun attempting to grasp the true essence of Beast Roar: Berserk.
Calculating it now, he had actually maintained Beast Roar: Berserk for nearly six hours this time.
What did that mean?
If Allen could activate it once in the morning and once at noon, he could effectively enjoy a 50% increase in the speed of casting Beast Roar: Berserk and a 20% boost in its roar intensity and range.
That was no minor improvement!
Under normal circumstances, Beast Roar: Berserk required at least four to five seconds to be fully unleashed, making it highly susceptible to interruption.
But if that time was reduced to two seconds, the safety margin was doubled.
Not to mention, both the intensity and range were genuinely enhanced by 20%.
Still, since its effects needed proper testing, Allen only allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction before shifting his focus.
With a thought, a semi-transparent, ancient-looking book materialized before him.
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[Name: Allen]
[Health: 100%, Stamina: 900/900, Mana: 1190/1190]
[Attributes: Strength 99 (+5), Agility 84 (+6), Constitution 90 (+5), Perception 88, Mystery 119]
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A 16-point attribute increase overnight—comparable to the essence extracted from the heart of a large magical creature, and even among those, only the exceptionally potent ones.
"The Path of the Beast Roar really is powerful once you find the right method," Allen thought. "Good thing I paid attention yesterday while helping Vesemir and Erni with their Battle Roar awakening."
"Otherwise, who would have imagined that the key to Beast Roar: Berserk wasn't about unleashing uncontrollable rage in battle, but rather extreme suppression of the berserk energy during cultivation—forcing it into a state of 'frenzy'?"
"Like a compressed spring—the more force it's subjected to, the greater the potential energy it converts into kinetic energy."
"Though thinking about it now, it makes sense..."
"Beast Roar: Berserk is just an entry-level technique on the Path of the Beast Roar. The One-Eyed Clan doesn't have a Witcher's Journal like I do to enhance their power—they rely entirely on this roar for cultivation."
"If they truly had to rely on sheer battle fury to advance, they probably wouldn't have survived long enough to establish an empire of tents stretching as far as the eye can see."
Recalling the arduous process of comprehending the true essence of Berserk, Allen shook his head.
"It really validates that old saying—'A single sentence of true wisdom surpasses reading ten thousand books'..."
"I wonder if the other Beast Roars can be advanced using this same method. If not..."
Muttering to himself, he tapped his knee with his index finger, deep in thought.
A moment later—
"The teaching of the Battle Roar must not be stopped!" Allen made up his mind. "I might struggle to figure everything out alone, and I could easily get stuck in a dead end, but with enough people cultivating, someone will eventually uncover a breakthrough method."
As for whether that would leak the secret?
First, the teachings would be limited to the Witcher's Corps.
Second, this unique awakening method could only be performed by Allen himself, since it required the Wolf Medallion, knowledge of Monster Hunt, and mastery of Beast Roars—which served as an inherent encryption.
"The only thing left to confirm is whether the Path of the Battle Roar can truly be cultivated like the Path of the Beast Roar, and if so, whether it follows the same breakthrough method."
"Besides..."
Allen's expression shifted slightly.
The reason he had managed to grasp the true form of Battle Roar: Berserk so quickly was due to absorbing the essence of the Great Eyeball Deity last night.
Aside from the Primordial transformation of his mutated organs, there was another moment—when practicing Beast Roar: Berserk and contemplating ways to simplify its transmission—
His mind had abruptly linked to some vast, expansive, and warm source.
At that moment, the entire process of awakening a Battle Roar flooded into his mind, complete and perfectly familiar—as though he were a veteran priest of the One-Eyed Clan, having performed the ritual countless times.
Otherwise, even if he knew the method, the intricate techniques involved would have taken him a long time to master.
However, the moment that information finished transferring, the connection severed instantly—so fast that Allen had barely registered what had happened.
Afterward, he had tried using Beast Roar: Wild Speech, Beast Roar: Whisper of Life, and even various sigils, spells, incantations, knowledge, and rituals—but he never managed to reconnect with that vast source.
Still, he was certain—
That source was far more significant than even his mutated organs becoming Primordial.
Or rather...
The Primordial transformation of his organs was merely a byproduct of connecting to that source.
But given his current level, he hadn't even fully understood Primordial Mana yet—let alone that source.
"I'll stop overthinking it for now. If I keep using it, I'll eventually figure out what these 'Essences,' 'Primordial Forms,' and 'Sources' really are..."
Taking a deep breath, Allen's gaze returned to the crimson "99" on his semi-transparent status panel.
He sighed.
"As expected, even for me, there's still a limit to attributes."
"So what now? Should I raise all my other attributes to 99 and see if that triggers a breakthrough?"
Recalling the cold system notification that had appeared when his berserk state ended, he focused his thoughts.
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Ding!
["Attribute: Strength" has reached the limit · Beginning. Please find an opportunity to complete yourself.]
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The blood-red text was identical to the "99" in his status panel.
A short sentence, but Allen read it over and over again, his frown deepening.
It wasn't that his other attributes were lagging behind—
It was the implication that he was still incomplete.
"Complete myself?" Allen muttered under his breath. "If it requires 'completion,' then that means my current state is 'incomplete'... so I am not whole?"
And what did Limit · Beginning mean?
If there was a Limit · Beginning, did that imply the existence of a Limit · Middle and Limit · End?
Then what was the true limit?
"No," Allen shook his head. "Whether or not the limit is real doesn't matter—the key question is what does 'finding an opportunity to complete myself' mean?"
"If it's referring to the missing soul of the original body I reincarnated into..."
"Then even the White Frost could descend before I find an answer."
At that thought—
Allen got out of bed and began pacing restlessly around his small room.
"No, that can't be it!"
"The Witcher's Journal may be stingy with experience points and monster hearts, but it has never assigned an impossible task..."
"Completion..."
"Completion..."
"Completion..."
Wait!
Click—
The sound of his boot pressing against the wooden floor.
Allen's eyes flashed with inspiration, and he stopped by the window.
The scorching sunlight poured through the wooden gaps, illuminating his rugged brows.
"...Completion... Maybe it's not about completing me, but rather this body—this Witcher-mutated body..."
"A second mutation!"
The realization struck like a lightning bolt, sending a surge of excitement through him.
The deep blue cat-like pupils stared intently at the dust particles stirred up by his restless movements within the beam of light.
"If a second mutation is possible, then as a Witcher, I was never truly complete!"
With this highly probable speculation in mind, Allen's previously anxious heart instantly calmed.
"Excavating Tomas Moreau's laboratory in Toussaint needs to be put on the agenda," he thought.
"Toussaint..."
"That's also where Vera went. Could it be..."
"No," Allen immediately dismissed the idea. "If that were the case, Vera would have mentioned it beforehand. Besides, over a month ago, when we first returned to Kaer Morhen, the chief already said—"
[Tomas Moreau is tight-lipped. Vera has already contacted an interrogation master.]
"Perhaps..."
"That interrogation master just happens to be in Toussaint as well."
He smacked his lips, pondered for a few seconds, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Otherwise, when Lady Vera bid him farewell, and he casually inquired about her destination, she wouldn't have deliberately or inadvertently changed the subject.
But if this was really the reason...
Allen pressed his lips together in silence. "Even though I just arrived in this world, my 'investor' and 'investee' relationship was already set. So why does Lady Vera always treat me like a child..."
"This isn't the mindset of a mature investor..."
"I'm a witcher who deals with beasts every day, has slain countless creatures under Elsa's sword—do I really need to be shielded from words like 'interrogation' and 'torture'?"
Of course, it's also possible that she's looking for a psychologist for the chief—if such a profession even exists in the Witcher world.
"Never mind. Whether Lady Vera is fetching the interrogation expert or not, at least there's a direction to follow. Even if she isn't, or if the expert she brings back fails..."
"I still have the Pale Widow mutation formula as a backup..."
[Name: Pale Widow Mutation Formula]
[Requirements: Genetic Mutation Science LV8, Alchemy LV5]
[Notes: Tomas Moreau's proudest achievement in life was mutating the eggs of a giant centipede into a species he personally named the Pale Widow. It was the culmination of his life's wisdom.
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"Considering the notes call it 'the proudest achievement of his life' and 'the culmination of his wisdom,' and the core ingredient for the second mutation is the Pale Widow's mutated centipede protein, the second mutation must be closely tied to this formula."
"The only missing piece—Genetic Mutation Science—has already been unlocked from 'The Sorcerer's Memory,' so the conditions for learning it are basically complete."
"But the requirements of Genetic Mutation Science LV8 and Alchemy LV5 are too high."
Allen fell silent for a moment.
Alchemy wasn't too bad—only one level short, and since it's used for various potions and sword oils, it would inevitably improve over time.
But unlocking Genetic Mutation Science alone required fifty experience pearls, and leveling it from LV1 to LV8 required nearly two hundred more. That's a total of two hundred and fifty experience pearls.
"That's way too much!" He shook his head, feeling troubled.
It wasn't just about the sheer number of experience pearls—it was also because Genetic Mutation Science had almost no other use aside from the second mutation.
And for the second mutation to be successfully researched, it would take a long time for him to do it alone.
"It's impossible," Allen dismissed the idea.
The Wild Hunt hadn't launched a full-scale attack yet, and the White Frost was still a distant threat, yet he was already this busy. There was no way he could afford the time to focus on research.
The cost-benefit ratio was just too low.
"But if I can't pry open Tomas Moreau's mouth, I'll have no choice but to unlock it..."
He pondered for a while, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"But if I just unlock the formula, I don't necessarily have to be the one to research it..."
"Besides, even if I do get Tomas Moreau to talk, research on the second mutation still has to continue."
"Who knows if there'll be a third mutation, or a fourth..."
"But even if Tomas Moreau reveals the location of his lab in Toussaint, he definitely won't help me research it. And I wouldn't dare let him, either."
Thinking this through, Allen clicked his tongue.
"Looks like there's no way around spending those two hundred and fifty experience pearls."
"And as for a research team on the second mutation, Lady Vera isn't well-versed in Genetic Mutation Science. Where can I..."
Allen suddenly froze, then let out a bitter laugh.
"Looks like I have yet another reason to go to Aretuza."
Yes.
On the entire Northern Continent, aside from Ban Ard and the Rissberg Group's civilian cooperative organizations, only Aretuza—home to the highest concentration of sorceresses—had the capability to research the second mutation.
Considering personal ties, the School of the Wolf had only one viable option: Aretuza Academy.
Of course, hiring Aretuza's sorceresses came with many challenges.
From explaining the origins of the Pale Widow mutation formula, to concealing it from Ban Ard, persuading Tissaia de Vries, and dealing with the Brotherhood of Sorcerers' opinions...
To even smaller details, like the employment preferences of apprentice sorceresses skilled in Genetic Mutation Science.
Every single one was a massive challenge for Allen at the moment.
Take, for example, attracting apprentice sorceresses to Kaer Morhen for research.
What did the School of the Wolf have to offer a group of sorceresses—whether openly, secretly, or even just from a subconscious sense of superiority—who considered Witchers to be their creations?
A few dozen grim-looking Witchers with snarling wolf medallions?
Honestly, after considering numerous options, Allen was shocked to realize that this idea was actually the most viable one.
After all, the School of the Wolf already had a precedent—right in the alchemy lab on the second floor of the northern tower.
Every other approach—money, fame, status—was far less reliable than what seemed like a joke.
Because the School of the Wolf had no wealth, no fame, and no political status. At least, not to sorceresses from Aretuza who were truly accomplished in Genetic Mutation Science.
"But it's not entirely hopeless. The Wild Hunt's invasion, the magical tides that will inevitably shift due to the Conjunction of the Spheres—these are all opportunities."
"For Witchers, the best era is approaching..."
Allen pondered, his index finger unconsciously tracing the wooden grain along the window sill, following the dazzling golden beam of light that slanted from west to east.
Wait.
Something felt off.
Smack!
He suddenly threw the window open.
The scorching summer sunlight poured directly into the small room from the western sky.
"The west..."
Allen muttered, his eyes suddenly widening.
"It's already past noon?!"
"Wait!"
Looking at the serene and picturesque temple scenery outside the window, he suddenly realized something.
"Where's Vesemir?!"
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