I Became an Immortal in The Witcher

> “Are you a witcher?”> “No, I’m just a pious monk from the temple.”> “Then why did you just pull a steel broadsword out of your chest and smile?”> Transmigrating into Ellander in the year 1264, Will has two goals: pay back Mother Nenneke for keeping his comatose shell alive, and hoard enough attribute points to ensure no petty feudal lord can ever make him canon fodder.> With the *Fountain of Life* coursing through his veins, conventional limits no longer apply. Steel can’t break him, fire feels like a warm spring bath, and every dying target feeds his endless growth. By day, he is the handsome, soft-spoken healer charging noble ladies extra crowns for scarless treatments; by night, he butchers necrophages and drinks alchemical poisons to forge his flesh into living iron.> When the White Wolf brings Cirilla and the shadows of Cintra to his doorstep, the northern war storms follow close behind.> Mages rely on Chaos. Witchers rely on mutagens. Will relies on the simple fact that nothing on the Continent can stay dead longer than he can. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: I Became an Immortal in The Witcher — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠