Chapter 295: What on Earth Have I Done

Geralt had a dream, a rather vague but exceptionally refreshing dream.

In this dream, he had no moral baggage, nor did he need to suppress his desires; he did whatever he wanted.

Money, beauties, treasures, power.

Take what he wanted, sleep with whom he wanted, beat up anyone he didn't like, and keep whatever he liked for himself.

Although many memories were already blurred and he didn't remember what he had done, the feeling of being wanton and unrestrained made his whole mood very pleasant.

Even the battle before the coma, where he had narrowly escaped death against Baal, was selectively forgotten by him.

The place where he had originally fallen into a coma should have been outside Ban Ard, near the location of the space rift. Before the coma, relying on the great power of the system, he had killed Baal's will that wanted to invade him by means of antivirus.

At that time, he was under the protection of Avalon, surrounded by twelve Fallen Sorcerers eroded by hellish power.

No one knew what those sorcerers would do after he fell into a coma; perhaps he would be tied to an experimental table for slicing, or directly hacked to death with a knife.

Geralt was somewhat resigned to his fate, only regretting that he had been careless at the time, wanting to bury a landmine for the Kingdom of Kaedwen, only to end up blowing himself up.

However, I don't know how much time had passed, but when he woke up from the coma, the scene that met his eyes made him freeze directly.

First was the fresh scent lingering around, flowers, birds, fish, insects, sweet lake water, lush forests, the starry sky above twinkling, reflected in the surrounding lake water, as if everything around him was shining.

Three beauties with flawless white bodies, wearing nothing, like bright jade, were surrounding him, either lying in his arms or hugging his arms, sleeping peacefully; they were none other than the three goddesses who had given him various blessings.

Warm, soft, delicate, all kinds of touches that made a man feel pleasant came from the positions where he was in contact with the goddesses.

Perhaps only these legendary fantasy races could forever maintain the most perfect state of women.

And in his arms was the petite but very cute Bird Goddess, while the Field Goddess and Forest Goddess were hugging his arms on the left and right.

Geralt could feel that four gentle and profound energies were constantly circulating in his body, not to heal his wounds or cause him harm, but seemingly suppressing some kind of violent mana in his body.

Yes, he could feel that his body was in an extremely chaotic state. The chaos mana that he could once use like his own fingers had already gone out of control, and together with a dark, distorted, and extremely violent and powerful force, they were sealed in the position of his heart.

That was the divine power of the Destroyer Demon Lord Baal. Although Baal's will was erased by the system, his power didn't seem to be removed, still merging into his soul together with those soul fragments.

He could feel that the time he had been in a coma must not have been short, and this dark mana had already caused not small damage and erosion to his body, making his body undergo earth-shaking changes.

But no matter what, at least his consciousness was still clear, he was still alive, not usurped or modified by others, maintaining his original sanity, which was already one of the most ideal states.

Just as Geralt opened his eyes and was somewhat dazed, the familiar and holy voice reached his ears; it was his goddess, Lilith.

"You are finally awake, Geralt."

Hearing this voice, Geralt subconsciously sat up, pulled his arms out of the arms of the Forest Goddess and Field Goddess, and then gently picked up the Bird Goddess who had slipped from his chest to his lower abdomen, placing her on the lake surface beside him.

Also naked, revealing a perfect figure, the Lady of the Lake, in a quite graceful and pious posture, was holding the Holy Grail with both hands, facing the bright moon in the sky, and taking back this beautiful and gorgeous artifact.

She looked at Geralt with slightly sorrowful and guilty eyes, then handed the Holy Grail in her hand to the Witcher, saying: "Drink this holy water, my knight; it can heal the injuries in your body and reduce those..."

Facing the Lady of the Lake he trusted most, Geralt naturally didn't doubt, took the holy water in the cup, and drank it in one gulp.

The goddess took the Holy Grail and reached out to gently stroke the Witcher's cheek.

"I am very sorry; because of our commission, you almost lost your life and became a puppet of the evil god from another world."

"Although my power and that of the other ladies suppressed the evil mana in your body, our power is limited, and this is not a long-term solution; it cannot truly solve this hidden danger." "You must find a way yourself to solve this problem; perhaps you can seek help from that mysterious sorceress friend of yours."

"Before we found you, she set a magic seal in your body, not letting this evil power completely occupy your body."

"Compared to the primitive power we master, perhaps those sealing magics will be more effective."

Geralt was puzzled upon hearing this. Although he vaguely guessed that the sorceress friend mentioned by the Lady of the Lake might be the witch Ranni who had returned behind him, he knew nothing about what had specifically happened during the time he was in a coma.

And for some reason, perhaps because of the magic seal mentioned by the goddess, now he not only felt weak all over, but even the chaos mana in his body was all involuntarily automatically jumped to the heart position, all used to suppress the power of the Demon Lord Baal.

He now couldn't even mobilize the mana to cast signs, and his whole person felt like he had been hollowed out.

Looking back, even the other three goddesses who hadn't been woken up by their conversation, although Geralt had already guessed what had happened, he still couldn't help but ask: "Wind Goddess, Field Goddess, and Forest Goddess, what happened to them, why haven't they woken up yet?"

Hearing Geralt bring up this question, the Lady of the Lake, who had always maintained an ethereal and holy expression, rarely showed a trace of anger.

She looked into Geralt's eyes, and in her tone, there was a hint of complaint:

"A month ago, we sensed that the powerful and dark power from another world had dissipated, so we went to the vicinity of the space rift and found you."

"However, at that time, you were already in a coma, lying in a sea of blood and corpses. The entire area around the rift was piled with corpses of various monsters, which had been killed by you in a frenzy using various methods and then torn into pieces."

"And that rift leading to another world seemed to have been sealed by some power, unable to connect the two worlds again."

"Soon after, the thick fog from another world had no master and slowly dissipated. Those monsters hiding in the fog, without the restraint of the evil god's will, all scattered to various parts of the Kingdom of Kaedwen; otherwise, gathered together, they couldn't pose too much of a threat."

"Then we saw your friend, that powerful sorceress possessing a doll."

"She seemed to have seen us and didn't have too much communication with us, just pointed out your location to us, and then let us take you away."

Speaking of this, the Lady of the Lake paused, then continued:

"However, during this month, you still often entered a state of madness, like a beast in heat. Although you couldn't mobilize the dark power sealed in your body, you were always in a state of wanting to reproduce, always wanting to forcefully have a relationship with us."

"So, we had to spare two ladies to cooperate with you and soothe you, while the other half of the people gave you treatment."

"Until yesterday, it could be considered a relatively stable result."

"However, those three ladies, because they hadn't rested for a whole month, fell into a deep sleep."

Listening to the Lady of the Lake narrating what had happened over the past month in a flat tone, Geralt's mind felt like a mess, and he also felt incredible.

A month's time? A sea of blood and corpses? Even the space rift was sealed?

What on earth did I do while I was in a coma?

Geralt subconsciously checked the system and found that his four physical attributes had actually improved significantly, not knowing whether it was because of the power of Demon Lord Baal or the nourishment of the power of these four goddesses.

But what made him feel most glaring was that the skill level of Divine Blessing had actually risen directly from the original two levels to five levels, rising by a full three levels, and he could already select skill specialties.

He didn't have time to see what powerful skill specialties he had obtained, but thought of the sea of blood and corpses mentioned by the Lady of the Lake, thought of the countless monsters he had killed while in a frenzy, and thought of the twelve sorcerers who surrounded him before the coma, including the old lover of his good brother Geralt, Yennefer.

He reached out and held the hand of the Lady of the Lake stroking his face, and asked with a bit of hope in his tone: "Lilith, my goddess, when you found me, did you see any other human corpses, or rather, did you see Yennefer's corpse?"

"I promised my good friend that I would rescue this lady. She wasn't killed by me, was she?"

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 296 =====