The Witcher: Wolf School's Hunting Notes

The moment Allen's gaze fell upon the stone heart of the Path of the Beast Roar…

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

The veins trembled, producing a heart-like pulsation that echoed like a drum. And as time passed, the sound grew louder and more intense.

The rhythmic pounding became more primal, like tribal warriors dressed in bloodstained animal hides beating on their war drums.

It also resembled an ancient behemoth awakening from a savage dream, its low growl signaling the moment it would open its eyes.

The entire interface of the Path of the Beast Roar trembled.

For a brief moment, Allen felt as if he had been transported to an ancient era.

If he let his guard down, a massive beast, scarred from countless battles, might charge out of the wilderness, shattering the wooden walls of his hut. With splinters, blood, and dust flying everywhere, it would rush at him as he soaked in his bath.

That was… a little terrifying.

Not the imaginary beast—Allen, who had just slain an "dark god," couldn't possibly be scared by that. But his small witcher's hut, while secluded, was still along the path where several priestesses frequently passed.

If such a scene actually unfolded, he would die of embarrassment on the spot.

"Why is it making such a big fuss?"

Allen was taken aback by the sudden changes, caught off guard.

Since unlocking Beast Roar: Wild Speech last time, he had deliberately ignored the skill tree of the Path of the Beast Roar—because at 100 experience orbs per skill, it was simply too expensive.

After all, he had no money, so there was no point in looking at it.

He never expected that, after more than a month, he would be greeted with such an extravagant "welcome ceremony."

He had to admit, whether it was golden-quality chests or the Path of the Beast Roar skill tree, The Witcher's Journal had always been ostentatiously stylish in a way that exuded prestige.

The interface continued to change.

At the very top, the node representing Beast Roar: Berserk suddenly lit up with a crimson glow.

The glow surged down the veins, igniting Beast Roar: Wild Speech. But instead of stopping, it merged into another stream.

The crimson light swelled like a tidal wave crashing against a seawall, rushing toward the three minor nodes beyond Beast Roar: Wild Speech:

[Beast Roar: Whisper of Life]

[Beast Roar: Trap Perception]

[Beast Roar: Scent Suppression]

"Clang!"

A deafening impact.

The crimson energy crashed into the three nodes, releasing a metallic ringing sound as if swords had clashed. But, as expected, it failed to break through.

"What was I expecting?" Allen chuckled bitterly, his tense body relaxing back against the tub.

"Roar—!"

A resentful bellow echoed in his ears.

The skill tree of the Path of the Beast Roar trembled again, and beyond Beast Roar: Whisper of Life, a flickering node revealed the name Beast Roar: Forbidden Sky.

"Flashy and useless—"

"Hmm?"

Allen had just muttered his complaint when his eyes widened in shock.

He abruptly stood up from the bathtub.

"Splash~"

Hot water spilled over the edges, splattering onto the floor and soaking half the room.

But he didn't care. There was no time to think about the inconvenience of having to clean up after his bath.

Because—

The three minor nodes for Beast Roar: Whisper of Life, Beast Roar: Trap Perception, and Beast Roar: Scent Suppression now displayed a number—93.

Allen hesitated for half a second, then focused his mind on Beast Roar: Whisper of Life.

[Ding! Would you like to spend 93 experience orbs to unlock "Beast Roar: Whisper of Life"?]

"Wait… why is it 7 orbs cheaper?" he exclaimed in surprise.

He had owned The Witcher's Journal for six months, and this was the first time he had ever seen a "discount."

"Is it because of 'Beast Roar: Berserk' and 'Beast Roar: Wild Speech'?"

That was the only explanation he could think of.

His training in those two Beast Roar skills had reduced the experience cost of unlocking the next one.

That made sense.

After all, the One-Eyed Clan didn't have The Witcher's Journal—how did they train in the Path of the Beast Roar?

Moreover…

Allen tried viewing the skill tree from the perspective of the One-Eyed Clan.

A solidified stone heart, interconnected veins, and a neatly arranged set of Beast Roar skills…

Perhaps…

The Path of the Beast Roar skill tree wasn't something The Witcher's Journal had artificially generated. It wasn't just a meaningless visual representation.

Instead, ever since he had performed a mysterious ritual in that perhaps-true, perhaps-false cutscene—worshipping the One-Eyed Clan's god, Shagadazar, and plunging his hands into the forehead of the great beast known as the King of Kanu…

The Path of the Beast Roar had already taken root inside him.

The Witcher's Journal merely externalized it, making it visible and allowing him to use experience orbs to unlock the next ability.

But at its core, he was the one cultivating the Path of the Beast Roar.

That sounded obvious—of course, he was the one cultivating it.

But still…

Allen suddenly thought about the Wolf School's dual-wielding technique, the Ice Spear spell, Igni, Quen, and other common skills.

Before they were inscribed into The Witcher's Journal, he could reduce the experience cost by practicing them. But once they were recorded in the journal, no matter how much he practiced, his experience bar barely moved.

The strange thing was—

For the members of the Witcher Corps—Erni, Claral, Clay—every bit of progress they made was reflected as experience in their individual panels.

What did that imply?

Actually, when he practiced these ordinary skills, he could feel his progress. But the Witcher's Journal was like an arrogant and lazy examiner.

It didn't care how much he had improved, nor how close he was to the next level's "certificate." It would only grant him the next level's "certificate" and the related knowledge if he paid the full cost for that level.

Even if some of that knowledge was something he had already practiced, summarized, or even mastered.

On the other hand, the Demon Hunting Legion was like outsiders of the same or a higher level, so the examiner would be a little more lenient—progress would be displayed properly, and it would only charge Erni, Claral, and the others the "battle points" needed for their knowledge.

That was much more humane.

Even though the Witcher's Journal had only shown a bit of sarcasm in recipe and item notes, never displaying any signs of true intelligence, it still gave off a unique aura—both superior and lazy at the same time.

So…

In the eyes of this "arrogant and lazy examiner," what did the Path of Beast Roar count as?

"Hoo~"

Allen let out a deep breath, calming his excitement.

"The secrets of the Path of Beast Roar might not be any less than those of the Witcher's Journal…" he thought. "But whether my guess is correct—that practicing 'Beast Roar: Berserk' and 'Beast Roar: Wild Speech' reduced the experience orb cost—still needs to be verified."

"I'll have to check the Path of Beast Roar regularly from now on…"

With the anomaly settled, Allen once again focused on the skill tree of the Path of Beast Roar, radiating a wild aura.

Even if practicing could reduce experience orb costs, he had no intention of saving them.

Experience orbs were meant to improve efficiency, not to be hoarded.

Besides, developing Beast Roar skills took time—if he waited until he needed them to unlock them, it would be too late.

With a single thought, he made his decision.

[Ding! Would you like to spend 93 experience orbs to unlock 'Beast Roar: Whisper of Life'?]

"Boom!"

The central network of pathways trembled, and a burst of crimson light flashed, surging forward and striking the gray node violently, dyeing it red.

In the next moment—

A flood of information poured into his mind.

[Name: Whisper of Life]

[Type: Beast Roar]

[Learning Requirements: Initiation into the Path of Beast Roar, mastery of 'Beast Roar: Berserk' and 'Beast Roar: Wild Speech']

[Passive Effects: Maintaining the energy circulation of 'Beast Roar: Whisper of Life' daily can—

1. Gradually enhance physical attributes.

2. Sharpen awareness of hostility from surroundings.]

[Active Effect: Consumes energy to conceal all living creatures within the perception range.]

[Note: Witchers don't die from assassinations?]

All living creatures within range…

How large was that range?

Allen pondered for a moment, then closed his eyes.

"Thump~"

Not a single mistake in the content.

"Thump~"

His heart beat with a unique rhythm, almost identical to a normal heartbeat, yet upon closer listening, it carried a distinct quality.

Golden specks of light slowly emerged within his blood.

The moment they merged with the crimson energy rising from his bone marrow—

"Uirs..."

It was as if he had merely exhaled a breath.

Silent and invisible, Allen's consciousness seemed to drift infinitely far away in an instant.

By the time he regained his senses—

Everything around him was dyed in layers of deep crimson.

Direction, location, temperature, race...

A flood of information surged into his mind, making Allen, who was still in the weakened state of Beast Roar: Berserk, feel dizzy and disoriented.

A moment later, he quickly willed himself to filter out the excess information.

Instantly—

A radar-like topographical map appeared in his mind, densely packed with red dots of varying shades.

The deeper red ones represented temple priests and the sorceresses of Aretuza, the lighter ones were ordinary people, and the faintest were the wounded soldiers…

"Hiss~"

As Allen observed, he sucked in a cold breath.

Because he realized that the detection range of Beast Roar: Whisper of Life actually covered the entire temple.

Melitele's temple wasn't just a small shrine with a few buildings—it was a massive complex, practically a small city.

"And I'm still in a weakened state. Once I fully recover, just how vast will the range of Whisper of Life become?"

Allen pondered as he opened his eyes, his gaze landing on a simple wooden screen blocking his view.

But a red silhouette was projected onto the screen—

Kneeling in mid-air, hands resting on their knees.

"It's Vesemir..." Allen immediately recognized the figure.

Turning his head slightly, he saw several smaller red figures moving apart and overlapping again.

He closed his eyes once more.

"...Hughes... Clay... Erni... Claral..." He muttered their names one by one, completely certain that those indistinct, genderless figures were exactly the people he had named.

"Not bad, not bad. They didn't slack off just because Vesemir and I weren't here."

After making this comment, he couldn't suppress his excitement.

He had initially thought Beast Roar: Whisper of Life was just a minor skill before unlocking Beast Roar: Forbidden Sky, but it turned out to be a damn wall hack—a full-map vision cheat.

If this weren't a Witcher world but a modern setting,

With Beast Roar: Whisper of Life, he'd be an elite soldier—a god of war on the battlefield.

Countless tactical ideas surged through Allen's mind.

"Not just that, it also has a passive effect. As long as I can maintain Whisper of Life daily, no assassin will ever get close to me..."

His thoughts abruptly stalled—

A wave of intense dizziness crashed into his brain, and all the red silhouettes before his eyes vanished instantly.

It took a long while before Allen regained his clarity.

"Ugh~"

He sighed. "Hurry up and let this weakened state pass already. This is unbearable."

Fighting off the overwhelming drowsiness from the dizziness, he reopened the skill tree of the Path of Beast Roar.

His gaze immediately landed on two small adjacent nodes next to Whisper of Life:

[Beast Roar: Trap Perception]

[Beast Roar: Scent Suppression]

[Ding! Would you like to spend 93 experience orbs to unlock 'Beast Roar: Trap Perception'?]

[Ding! Would you like to spend 93 experience orbs to unlock 'Beast Roar: Scent Suppression'?]

Nothing had changed.

Allen let out a breath of relief.

This was good—unlocking the main branch of Beast Roar wouldn't cancel out the "discounts" on other branches.

That meant as he pushed forward with the main branch, the experience cost for other practical Beast Roars would continue to decrease.

Thinking about it, it made sense—

The reduction in experience orb costs was fundamentally due to his growing understanding of the Path of Beast Roar.

Unlocking new Beast Roars shouldn't erase those insights. If anything, it should only expand them.

A thought struck him—

Would practicing and refining Beast Roar: Whisper of Life also reduce the cost of unlocking these two Beast Roars?

If so, maybe he wouldn't need to spend any experience orbs at all to unlock the other branches quickly.

"Still need time to verify..." he thought.

"Gurgle~ Gurgle~"

The once-cooling water began to bubble again under an Igni Sign, rising to a comfortable temperature.

"Finally, the moment has come."

Allen took a deep breath and shifted his focus to the large node after Beast Roar: Whisper of Life, then willed his intent forward.

[Ding! Would you like to spend 193 experience orbs to unlock 'Beast Roar: Forbidden Sky'?]

One hundred and ninety-three experience orbs?!!

Allen's eyes widened.

That meant the original cost had been two hundred orbs—double what he had expected.

Right...

The first Beast Roar, Wild Speech, had been free.

The second, Whisper of Life, had cost 100 orbs…

Expecting to unlock every Beast Roar with just 100 orbs had been nothing more than wishful thinking. Of course the difficulty would increase, and the cost would rise—it was only natural.

He shifted his focus to his inventory.

[Experience Orbs: 78 Experience Orbs, 4002 Small Experience Orbs]

"A total of 118 orbs… still 82 short…" he muttered as he climbed out of the bath, drying himself off and dressing. "There are still plenty of necrophages left to kill in the Mahakam Mountains… and many unopened chests…"

"Eighty-two won't take long."

A searing yet controlled flame dried the water on the floor.

The moment his obsession with progress faded, his weakened body could no longer resist the exhaustion.

Allen climbed into bed.

Soon, the soft mattress lulled him into a sleepy haze, his eyelids growing heavy.

And then he slept.

And then—

He found himself in a pitch-black void.

And then—

A sword, glowing with eerie light, pierced straight into his forehead.

.....

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