ulled Yennefer toward the Alchemy table, which consisted of two tables, a brand-new large cauldron, and a large shelf; the small table held a mortar and pestle, while the large table next to it was set with a retort and a distillation flask.Aside from the base of Dwarven spirit, the bottles and jars on the shelf contained the materials needed for the Swallow Potion; unrelated herbs had been cleared away, and three glass bottles waited to be filled.The steps for crafting Alchemy potions were extremely complex; Will had learned from Nannick for a long time, but aside from unlocking the skill, he had made no further progress, whereas basically every Witcher had a certain foundation in Alchemy, and the masters were even better at crafting decoctions, potions, blade oils, and Alchemy bombs.This was one of the important steps in their monster hunting, and also the reason why they were so poor.In a state of meditation, Will tried hard to block out the pain inside his body, not knowing how much time had passed, until Geralt, covered in sweat, brought over three potions of different colors: "Mother's Tears," "Wild Rye Juice," and "Thatch Sap."Geralt uncorked the wooden stoppers and fed them into Will's mouth in order.An indescribable fishy smell filled his mouth and nose, and a sense of nausea welled up, but he couldn't vomit; since these were potions made from various parts of monsters, one shouldn't expect them to taste very good.Even though Will had prepared himself mentally and experienced countless nightmares since childhood, the moment the potions began to take effect, he understood why there were so many twisted Witchers.The scene before his eyes became blurry and unfocused, as if covered by a thick fog, and the figures around him became distorted.His skin felt as if it were being pierced by countless tiny needles, and a bone-deep pain spread to every nerve; he could feel the blood in his veins boiling, and every inch of his muscles was spasming.Will gritted his teeth against the excruciating pain, biting his lip and involuntarily emitting a stifling "hissing" sound; this pain eroded him from the inside out, and every breath felt like it was pulling on his sensitive nerves, making it almost unbearable.He tried to keep his consciousness clear, but as the potion's effects intensified, his consciousness gradually blurred and fell into chaos.Unknowingly, he passed through a bizarre and colorful chaotic space, which included various worlds such as deserts, snowy plains, deep seas, and green forests.Finally, he arrived in a strange world where two suns hung high in the sky, with spires as tall as trees below, and other buildings made mostly of white marble; in the deepest palace, an elf with gray hair and a crown of exquisite spikes sat high on a throne, looking up slightly as if discovering him.Behind the elf, the sky instantly turned dark with clouds, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and flames flickered; a group of ghost knights riding skeletal horses surged out in droves, collectively letting out unintelligible howls as they charged toward him.Will was trapped in place, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the ghost knights approached; he could even clearly see the eyes glowing with ghost fire and the death-gray masks on the backs of the horses."Boom!"Countless mirrors suddenly appeared in the sky and crashed down onto him; Will subconsciously squinted his eyes, but after a while, there seemed to be no sensation of pain.After trying to open his eyes, he found himself in a world of countless dense mirrors, where everything was upside down and layers of shadows overlapped; before he could see clearly, a mass of green light forcefully shattered the space and enveloped him.In a daze, someone seemed to gently soothe his trembling body and whispered softly in his ear."Poor child..."Will, lost in the chaos, suddenly regained consciousness, and the bone-gnawing pain subsided slightly; he could feel his clothes sticking to him with cold sweat and felt a sense of relief, finally back in his own world.The thrilling and crazy journey had finally ended; his consciousness had been forced to traverse countless parallel planes, and his brain had almost gone insane!He even went to the world of The Wild Hunt, where they wanted to capture him, and the Master Mirror also got involved; in the end, it was the Goddess who saved him again.The Master Mirror was a demon who could pause time and space with a wave of his hand; although he usually looked like a fun-loving person who liked to trick people into making deals with him, he was undoubtedly a very evil demon.Fortunately, he had the Goddess's protection; thanks again to the Goddess.Will struggled to open his heavy eyelids and could only see the silhouette of a person nearby; the sunlight behind them was slightly blinding, so he closed his eyes again, hearing Geralt's voice repeatedly confirming his current condition.The originally depleted Source of Life had recovered, and the Goddess's attentiveness warmed his heart; he exerted all his strength to mobilize the power of life, and the pool rushed into his entire body like a waterfall opening its gates, catching him off guard."Cough... cough cough"A mouthful of foul blood spewed from his mouth; fortunately, Geralt dodged quickly and hurriedly picked up a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his face."Why did you come outside? You didn't sleep for ten years this time, did you?"Seeing that Will was still in the mood to joke, Geralt breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to the scrap metal nearby, and shrugged, saying."Three days. You smashed the iron bed, kept saying you were cold one moment and hot the next, and fell asleep after shouting that the elves were idiots and the Goddess was beautiful, so everyone moved you to the lounge chair on the balcony."Will covered his forehead, sat up from the lounge chair, and stretched his sore body."Then what's the situation with this?" He pointed to his skin, which was covered in bruises, suspecting that his forehead was bruised too; the latter's deadpan face seemed unable to hold back a smile."You forcefully broke free from the restraints and kept punching and kicking the iron bed, repeating, 'I'm going to kill you!' We could only let you vent; it was better than vomiting blood and having a fever."Will sighed; perhaps it was the charge of The Wild Hunt that had scared him back then. If it was social death, so be it."How do you feel? Your Witcher trial was completely different from everyone else's; super strong toxicity, adaptability, and after drinking the decoction, you only struggled for a while and started making a scene. There has never been a Witcher like you."Geralt couldn't help but recall the trainees from his own time; they were basically children under 10, suffering from organ failure, massive hemorrhaging, or becoming vegetables who had to be euthanized. If they had half of Will's ability, he wouldn't have been the only one to survive."Still alive, just very weak, with no strength at all.""That's a good thing. It's because your internal organs are regrowing. You need time to wait. We will inject the red mutagen potion from a Forktail, and once you have fully recovered, we will proceed to the next step of combat training."Will nodded, closed his eyes, and immersed his mind in the Source of Life pool. He could feel that the unlocked magic power didn't seem to be inside the mutation organ, but rather in a small space opened up next to the Source of Life.[Attributes: Constitution 11.5 (-6), Strength 6.7 (-3), Agility 5.3 (-3), Perception 5.8 (-3), Magic Power 0.5]The panel attributes were all cut in half, as if he had returned to a newborn state, but at least Magic Power finally had an attribute!It was worth it!Once his body returned to normal, he would learn the Signs well—top-tier swordsmanship in one hand, spitting fire with the other. Wouldn't that destroy you all?Will turned his gaze to the Talent column, where a new notification caught his attention.[Witcher talent transforming...]Too weak to continue checking, he could only close his eyes and slowly drift off to sleep.