A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

Chapter 9 Anchor of Destiny

The two options on the panel are still flashing.

Roy's thoughts also raced with the flashing options.

If we look solely at the rewards, the first option is to reap all the benefits; the second option is to invest in mutual benefits and bring in friends and partners.

But the problem is,

Is the 0.5% increase in all attributes of a werewolf killed by two ordinary young men and a dog really that tempting? Is the 0.3% difference really that significant?

Furthermore, he doesn't recall the Witcher having any spirit pet system. In other words, without any means of restraint, will the investment go down the drain? Will the process cost him his life? And will the outcome be as he wishes, allowing him to gain new companions?

Ultimately, Roy was somewhat inclined to choose, but did not go for it.

A few seconds later, the text on the panel in front of him faded, and a line of text highlighted in yellow appeared:

The outcome is the final judge of all choices!

Roy paused for a moment, then a smile crept onto his lips.

This panel of quests is somewhat similar to the underlying quest system in The Witcher 3, where even if you choose not to investigate in order to accept the bribe, you can still continue to investigate the so-called choice that betrayed you.

All judgments shall be based solely on actual actions and final results.

All choices, without altering reality and outcome, can be lies within the process.

That is,

Even if he accidentally or helplessly killed the werewolf Coffey during the process of helping to transform and break the curse.

Option 1 still holds true, and the reward remains.

In other words, you can take option 2 as the target and option 1 as the backup.

"That's great!" Roy smiled.

……

"Please remove the leash from Coca-Cola!"

As Roy pondered the breadboard, Fura patted the German Shepherd's collar and offered him advice.

"good!"

Roy agreed, but remained somewhat wary.

A dog's neck and belly are always considered sensitive areas and indicators of its affection level.

In his past life, he had a puppy whose neck could only be touched by him and his father; his mother and sister couldn't touch it because they would bite it.

But Fura seemed to have sensed his concerns.

He placed his hand on the German Shepherd's head, turned his head to look at him, and said encouragingly:

"Don't worry, I'm holding it down, Cocaine won't bite."

Roy smiled at her and extended his hand.

My hand touched the German Shepherd's mane, stroked its neck, pulled up its collar, and unfastened the buckle...

Indeed, with Fura's help, the German Shepherd didn't bare its teeth or open its mouth even once throughout the entire process.

Good puppy!

"Alright, Roy, the biggest problem has been solved."

"Look... let's go prepare some food for Cofi. I touched it, and its belly is flat. It probably didn't eat well at the service center."

"And its intestines are also..."

A fragile stomach!

Roy continued silently.

Then I heard:

"Can I do the talking and you prepare?"

"Sigh... I'm not ordering you around. It's just that I don't really have much to do while I'm recuperating, so I can help you get familiar with the cocoa."

……

"By the way, I can also help you train it. Kofi grew up at a police dog training base."

"At 1 year and 4 months, I was diagnosed with hip dysplasia."

"It was almost ready to become a police dog; its training was nearly finished."

……

"So...can you bring more cocoa to see me?"

"I'll be very useful..."

"Really, as long as you bring Coca-Cola."

……

"Really? You agreed? That's great! Let's go prepare the food."

"Coca's food should include glucosamine, chondroitin, and fish oil. Oh, and it would be best to have green-lipped mussels too, as they're good for its hip joints."

"besides……"

……

Late at night, the joyous gathering that had started because of the dogs had come to an end.

Roy sat on the steps in front of the courtyard, holding his violin case.

Beside him was the German Shepherd's kennel, where the dog lay with a thick leash and chain around its neck.

By the end of the afternoon and evening, Roy and the German Shepherd had become quite familiar with each other, but it's always safer to be cautious.

Roll...roll...

The rubber ball was pushed out of the doghouse by the German Shepherd's nose, and Roy reached out and nudged it, then pushed the ball back.

They teased each other from a safe distance, while keeping most of their attention on the Witcher panel in front of them.

[Bonus Points with Individual (Coffin): 67]

【Record:】

Establish a legal owner-pet agreement, +60;

The emotional bond formed with the original owner is +5;

Feeding, playing, getting familiar with each other, +2.

[Note:] Different rewards will be unlocked after the individual bond value reaches 60, 80, and 100.

The above panel content popped up during the afternoon's playtime.

But what still catches Roy's attention is the so-called reward after reaching 60 individual bonds, which is located further down:

[Individual affinity value detected has reached 60.]

The anchor of destiny for the individual (Werewolf Coffey) has been erected; shall we now call forth the ship of destiny?

among them,

The two options, "Yes" and "No," remained constantly visible like a breathing light, awaiting Roy's choice and selection.

Below that, it is highlighted in red:

【advice】

Please embark on your destined journey!

[Please proceed to build the Witcher Bond!]

Please obtain the Witcher Badge!

Become a Witcher!

Roy closed the panel, and as he stood up, he had a vague feeling.

The reward for reaching 60 individual bond points seems to be... embarking on a destined ship to another world...

Or perhaps, it's about going to the world of "The Witcher" or "The Wizard".

It was indeed a reward, he had to admit.

But then again, he only has one life, and he doesn't dare to gamble so recklessly for the time being!

We need to prepare more!

Thinking this, Roy placed the violin case he was carrying on the ground and opened it.

Inside the box is a purple-gold goose-feather knife with a trapezoidal hilt and sheath.

The handle is 16.5 cm long, and the blade is 75 cm long. It features a large reverse edge at the front, meaning the front end has two edges like a sword, making it easy to stab and chop.

Blade width 3.0 mm, weight when unsheathed 761 g

The weight distribution at the pommel also keeps the knife's center of gravity 15 centimeters in front of the guard.

It's a knife that Roy had Steve specially make.

An ancient proverb says, "A light knife and a swift horse," and the *Jixiao Xinshu* (New Book of Military Tactics) states in its chapter on waist knives: "The knife should be as light as the hand."

Therefore, sharpness, lightness, and flexibility are Roy's core requirements for the waist knife.

Most importantly, it's easy to pull out!

The difference in speed of drawing and pulling a straight knife compared to a curved knife, or a heavy knife compared to a light knife, is something you can clearly feel as soon as you start using it.

In particular, it specifically mentions the so-called Longquan Tang Hengdao, which gets stuck in its sheath when quickly drawn.

With his sword drawn, Roy retreated into the courtyard.

He steps forward with his left foot, then follows with his right leg, moving in a circle before landing and bending his knee into a bow stance. Simultaneously, his right hand swiftly cleaves downwards with his sword.

After the initial cleave, he raises his left foot and circles around, taking three steps to half-turn his body to face forward. His right hand, holding the sword, wraps around his head from the right side to the back of his head, allowing both hands to grip the hilt. Then, he assumes a horse stance, lowering his body and using the combined power of his waist, arms, and torso to deliver a powerful cleave.

Then he changed his stance to circle around, and lifted the willow branch with his knife...

"Woof! Woof woof! Roar..."

Suddenly, just as he was performing his routine,

The German Shepherd, which had been lying in its kennel, suddenly sprang out and began barking angrily towards the outside of the yard.

Roy sheathed his knife and turned around, only to see that after several loud barks of warning,

Cofi bared its teeth and growled, its neck, back, shoulders, and mane bristling. It leaned forward, its muscles taut, pulling the chain taut.

It looked like it was about to tear into them.

"Who? Who's there?"

Roy backed away and demanded an explanation, saying that if things didn't look right, he would immediately ignore Coffin and go inside to get his gun.

Get the Winchester 94 rifle!

"Hey Roy, don't be nervous!"

A dark shadow suddenly flashed out, its movement path unclear, yet it appeared right in front of Roy's door.

The one shrugged and joked was none other than Jennifer, the ghoul.

"Roy, I had no idea you could wield a knife."

"Did that old guy in Chinatown teach you that?"

Jennifer pushed open the iron gate, slipped into the yard where the dog couldn't reach her, pointed a finger at the dog teasingly, and continued:

"Also, when did you get a new dog?"

"And...this dog..."

"You know what, Roy? There's always been a voice inside me saying..."

"This dog looks really..."

"It's delicious!"