I Become Deathstroke-Chapter 570 - 532: Took the Wrong Path

A few days have passed.

Ciri was clearly very curious about Su Ming’s world, finding everything she saw novel.

A big box with wheels on the road with people sitting inside, called a car.

Something that can let you see others like a telescope and watch song and dance performances, called a television.

Su Ming had someone deliver a lot of different styles of clothes and settled her in an apartment building near the swamp. At this moment, she was wearing a red sweater, stretching her body like a kitten, lying on the sofa enjoying the warmth.

The dormitory only had a television in the common room, after all, this was a school, and they couldn’t let students watch TV and not sleep.

This thing was considered a good item in this era; many families only had radios.

Today’s kids’ obsession with televisions wasn’t any less than how Su Ming was when he first encountered computer games.

Ciri was the same way now, because she was the only one in the building, she simply stayed in the common room every day, watching the endless Broadway song and dance programs on TV.

Actually, she hadn’t overcome the language barrier yet and couldn’t understand what those people were singing.

But dance, she could understand, as it was body language after all.

The building was very sturdy, and even in early spring, it felt warm and comfortable as she lay on the sofa watching programs and self-taught herself to eat popcorn while watching.

Watching the little people performing dances on TV, she grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks puffing up like a squirrel’s as she chewed.

She seemed to have completely forgotten about returning every evening as she had agreed, being so comfortable here that she didn’t want to move at all.

Spicy strips, powerful beverage, instant noodles, she had become a little homebody, a TV musical homebody.

Just as she was immersed in the music, her ears were grabbed by Yennefer.

"My daughter has become a princess again? Have you learned to eat lying down?"

"Hey, Ms. Yennefer, don’t touch my ears, your hands are so cold."

Yennefer and several witches brought with them the outdoor coldness, having just returned from Kama Taiji. Ciri got up and pulled Yennefer and Triss onto the sofa, letting them get closer to the heater.

The other witches just smiled at this, then gradually dispersed to find rooms to stay in.

After all, with a whole batch of people coming over from the Otherworld, Su Ming still took them to meet the Master Ancient, since dealing with cosmic threats was the Supreme Mage’s duty.

In case of any misunderstanding due to unfamiliarity, it wouldn’t be good.

But the Ancient One didn’t mind at all, as Su Ming, being the successor of the Supreme Mage, had every right to bring some friends over as long as he could take responsibility for any follow-up impacts.

She was not rigid; rather, her attitude was always open and inclusive.

She had told Su Ming a long time ago that this wasn’t the first time that Transmigrators appeared in this world. People from the Otherworld sometimes end up in Marvel for various reasons, and they all safely lived to die of old age.

Su Ming roughly explained some situations of the female sorcerers to her and mentioned that their world had encountered an Other Plane invasion.

The Ancient One didn’t take the Wild Hunt seriously at all, and there were magical countermeasures for Bai Shuang as well.

That was to emulate the model of Kama Taiji and the three Holy of Holies to construct a magic barrier protecting the planet and Dimensions. When the extreme cold strikes, just draw fire attributes from the cosmos and inject them into the barrier.

In Su Ming’s translation, the witches asked what if the sun was obscured by Bai Shuang.

The Ancient One calmly replied, "Then use magic to create another sun."

The witches were so taken aback by this notion that they almost kneeled before the Supreme Mage. They had never thought magic could achieve such feats.

Without comparison, there is no harm; their power, which they were previously proud of, didn’t even count as an apprentice’s level in front of the Supreme Mage.

Su Ming watched Yennefer and the others, their expressions at that time, as if he heard their hearts filled with despair and powerlessness.

’Can’t do it, I simply can’t do it!’

’Coach, I... I want to learn magic!’

The Ancient One merely held a tea cup, her face bearing a benevolent smile, "Want to learn? I can teach you."

Although the Ancient One’s power came from Emperor Vishanti, it didn’t mean she didn’t understand other types of magic. Witch Doctors, Shamans, Warlocks, Superpower Users—anything related to the use of Cosmic Energy, she understood it all.

She used Emperor Vishanti’s White Magic simply because they were the strongest.

So the final outcome was that Ciri remained at the school to play with her little friends, while the burden of saving the Wizard World was taken over by the witches.

They would first self-learn the language at school and then collectively head to Kama Taiji to cultivate under the Supreme mage. Who knows what they’ll become in the future.

"Slade, when does your academy start? We can’t let Ciri idle around like this all day."

Yennefer wasn’t bought over by Ciri’s pandering, as she both grabbed a handful of popcorn and urged, not letting Ciri just eat and sleep, sleep and eat every day.

"I’ll have someone come over to teach her the language first, and as for what she wants to learn, she can only choose after she understands this world." Su Ming also walked in from the front door, brushing the water droplets off his shoulder as the snow outside had begun to melt, leaving the eaves always damp.

"But if things keep going like this, she’ll turn into a plump noblewoman." Yennefer helplessly patted Ciri’s small belly.

"No, she’s already been injected with the Leech Potion, dramatically increasing her metabolic rate. She can eat as freely and sleep as much as she wants, without any concern for her figure and beauty."

Su Ming spoke relaxingly, retrieving a bottle of Powerful Beverage from a cabinet and taking a sip.

"Actually, your potion could sell for more than twenty thousand gold coins, you really didn’t need to do any dragon hunting." Triss added a remark, enviously eyeing Ciri’s current state.

And Ciri’s head rested on Yennefer’s lap, her eyes were glued to the television.

"The value of the Leech Potion is much higher than that. I don’t have much in my hands either. I only used a vial of the pure extract on Ciri. The rest still needs to be reverse-engineered and replicated," Su Ming said as he watched the orange beverage continuously bubbling and took another big gulp. "As you can see, there are many little girls at the school, and I must save enough for them to use."

One must say, the little Mao Sisters are not afraid of the cold. Recently, since they have had time off, they’ve been running all over campus, having snowball fights and such, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of freedom.

However, before stuffing them with regular life knowledge, Su Ming couldn’t, and dared not, let them out to play.

Dotti and the others who are a bit older are acceptable with fewer lessons to catch up on, but someone like Natasha, from her batch, are still too young.

Su Ming’s plan was to administer the potion to them when they turned eighteen, so they would maintain the appearance of that age.

Recently, Gin and Vodka have been tirelessly arranging legal identities for these little girls.

Su Ming knew that in the future, intelligence organizations would infiltrate every nook and cranny of people’s lives, so securing a legal and clean identity early is crucial.

The new identities need not only withstand any scrutiny but also carry the history of being long-term law-abiding citizens of the Freedom Lighthouse.

Su Ming pondered that these identities should be scattered across the United States, including Alaska and Hawaii, for more security.

As the little girls remain immortal, in the future they would need to masquerade as their descendants, meaning a fresh family tree would need to be fabricated for each household.

Fortunately, national connectivity hasn’t been established yet, and US Dollars still hold power.

As for the witches, they don’t need identities, because The Ancient One herself is undocumented...

"I saw them; they all seem happy. Our childhood is almost a blur," Yennefer said somewhat wistfully, as she stroked Ciri’s head like petting a cat.

Su Ming shook his head, not saying much to Yennefer; those little girls, although not living in a world like the Middle Ages, had destinies much more tragic than the female sorcerers.

But these will no longer happen; history has changed.

"So now you’re quite satisfied with the school, right? Do you want to send someone back to inform Geralt?"

Anyway, Su Ming wouldn’t specifically make a trip. Unless the Wild Hunt reappeared in the Wizard World, he would take the next trip north, and on the following trip south during a vacation, head to Toussaint.

"He’s a demon hunter, we’re female sorcerers, usually, we are mostly apart when there’s serious business," Triss answered the question.

In short, they believed Geralt wouldn’t be affected, and should still be enjoying the thrill of hunting across the continent.

.................

In fact, Geralt is currently searching the world for them.

All his bed companions have disappeared, and his daughter is missing as well; he’s quite anxious.

He tried to contact the female sorcerers he knew but couldn’t reach them, so he had to make a trip to the Hundred Flowers Valley to find the Elf Queen.

The famous powerful female sorcerer, ’Valley Daisies’, Francesca.

As a price for staying with her for a few days, Geralt finally obtained some information on the bed.

Half the people have left the congregation now, with order currently maintained by Francesca.

As for where Yennefer and the others went, or if they went with the outsiders, Francesca didn’t care, but she informed Geralt that Ada from Blue Mountain hadn’t left, and she might know more details.

Geralt rode and galloped to Blue Mountain, his horse nearly exhausted to death, he finally found one of the remaining female sorcerers.

His suspicions were correct; Ciri and the sorceresses had gone to another world with Slade from New York, and no one had returned to inform him of what exactly happened.

He was very anxious, so he asked Ada to help him also go to that world.

Ada hesitated a bit, because although she was an elf with decent magic strength, how could she alone match the passage everyone opened together?

She told the demon hunter it was very dangerous, and if a passage could open, he must jump through immediately, without delaying even a second, because she could hardly sustain the passage for a few seconds.

Moreover, she couldn’t even guarantee they could send him to the right place.

But Geralt didn’t care too much; he wanted to see how Ciri was doing, and they’d try to find a way to return later.

Ada ultimately succumbed to the demon hunter’s masculine charm and helped him open the teleportation gate. Geralt dove right through it.

Another world...

The exit on this side was relatively high, on the second floor of a large house. Geralt leapt down from the railing, and the teleportation gate closed instantly behind him.

The demon hunter rolled on the ground to ease the impact. It seemed he had suddenly grasped the technique of rolling, landing from above without a scratch.

He stood up and surveyed his surroundings.

He seemed to be inside a ship, with various flags hanging, seemingly with five colors, painted with intricate patterns.

A lot of food piled on the tables, a piece of roast meat thicker than Geralt’s leg, and many unexpected fruits and vegetables garnished among them.

From afar, one could see the sea and an enormous exaggeratingly big tree. Some strange creatures were flying in the sky, which was especially blue.

Meanwhile, he noticed that around him, there were several people with exceptionally sturdy builds, watching him vigilantly. Many had already placed their hands on ridiculously large weapons behind them.

Geralt felt he was in the right place; giant swords in everyone’s hands were very similar to Slade’s weapons.

At this moment, a fluffy, two-legged creature walked in front of him, looking up and giving him an adorable wide-eyed glance.

"Meow?"