Lucky Day

Facing Wayne's invitation, Francesca covered her mouth with a graceful smile, performing a courteous gesture befitting her noble upbringing. "Thank you for your warm welcome, Wayne," she replied with a soft chuckle. "I seldom visit others' homes unprepared, but it seems I've come empty-handed today. How terribly rude of me."

Wayne gave a casual shake of his head, dismissing her concern with a polite smile. "There's no need for formalities," he said kindly. "Your presence is the finest gift I could hope for."

After exchanging these pleasantries, Wayne adjusted the master control ring on his hand, establishing a connection with the core of the Mystery Lock—the magical barrier located dozens of kilometers away. Nodding to Francesca, he informed her, "I'm going to initiate the teleportation. Please don't be alarmed."

Francesca offered a subtle nod, her confidence unwavering. "I trust you," she replied smoothly.

With her consent, Wayne raised his hand, and chaotic magic surged from the ring. The energy gathered around them, forming a complex magic circle at their feet, encompassing both Francesca and the Deathclaw. In a flash, the landscape shifted, and they were instantly teleported to the open field outside Kaer Morhen.

Francesca took a breath, steadying herself after the sudden shift in space. Just as she turned to inquire about this teleportation magic, her attention was drawn to the sight before her. 

"What…?" she whispered, her voice filled with astonishment.

Her emerald eyes widened as she spotted the towering figures working around the castle—giants, each standing eight to nine meters tall. They moved methodically, carrying massive beams and stones with ease. Francesca, a seasoned sorceress who had seen many strange things, stood speechless at the sight. 

In the world of the Witcher, giants were formidable beings, capable of single-handedly decimating entire battalions. To see such creatures laboring in perfect harmony was a scene that defied her expectations.

"Wayne, what is this?" Francesca asked, her voice laced with disbelief. "Why do you have so many giants here? And they're not even our native giants—they seem… foreign."

Wayne smiled, pleased by her reaction. This moment of awe was precisely what he had anticipated. To foster a deeper alliance with Francesca and her people, revealing some of his cards now would establish trust and encourage equal cooperation. After all, Francesca had the full backing of the elven clans, and if Wayne didn't display his strength, gaining her full respect might be difficult.

"These giants are from another world," Wayne explained calmly. "Their original world had exhausted its magic, leaving them without the ability to reproduce."

He gestured to the giants working around the castle. "But here, in our world, they have found a new purpose. Their existence can continue, and so can their race."

Francesca exhaled softly, her sharp mind already processing the implications of Wayne's words. Giants were a rarity, but having an entire village of them—loyal and productive—was unprecedented. And if Wayne had brought such beings to this world, what other wonders or threats could he wield?

Wayne offered his arm to Francesca, his demeanor casual yet inviting. "Come, let me show you their village," he said, gesturing toward the path ahead. "This is actually part of one of our collaborative projects."

"I plan to build a large forge here,"Wayne announced, his tone steady. "In addition to crafting the equipment needed for our Chamber of Commerce, I'll design specialized armor tailored for these giants."

He turned toward Francesca, a subtle grin on his lips. "Imagine, Francesca, what it would be like to see these colossal beings—clad in full-body armor with unparalleled defensive capabilities and wielding weapons over ten meters long—marching into battle. The sheer destructive power would be unimaginable."

Wayne gestured toward the giants. "With the protection of the Mystery Barrier and a force like this at my side, even the most formidable human armies won't pose much of a threat."

Francesca gazed at the giant village in front of her, her mind racing. The scale of what Wayne was describing, combined with the enormity of what she had seen so far, left her momentarily stunned.

Despite her thousands of years of experience and status as one of the most powerful sorceresses on the northern continent, Francesca found herself in disbelief. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that this young witcher—who, until recently, was simply another figure on the continent—had amassed such overwhelming strength in secret. It was nothing short of miraculous, a feat rarely seen in the long history of their world.

As Francesca processed the sheer magnitude of Wayne's achievements, the man beside her seemed unbothered by her amazement. Wayne felt a flicker of pride in revealing his trump cards, but the weight of his power no longer impressed him. His experiences in Middle-earth—where he had fought entire armies of orcs alone—had reshaped his perspective. To him, ordinary soldiers had become little more than pawns, their numbers merely representing time spent in battle, not actual strength.

Before long, a familiar figure approached—General Glass, one of the leading giants of the village, having heard news of Wayne's arrival. Glass, a hulking figure with massive shoulders and a presence that commanded respect, knelt before Wayne from a distance and lowered his head in reverence.

"Master, I am at your service," Glass rumbled. "What are your orders?"

Wayne nodded approvingly at the giant's respectful demeanor. "Stand, General," he instructed calmly. Once Glass rose to his full height, Wayne gestured toward the Deathclaw standing behind him."Our ranks have grown. This is my new battle partner—Robin, the Deathclaw."

Wayne pointed toward the village. "Until the construction of my castle is complete, Robin will stay here with your people. Build him a stable large and comfortable enough to accommodate his size."

He continued, "Organize a hunting party to head into the forest every day and capture enough food to keep him fed. He eats a lot, so make sure you prepare accordingly."

Glass cast a glance at Robin, the towering Deathclaw, whose size matched that of the giant general himself. A shiver ran down Glass's spine as he studied the beast's formidable presence. The sight of the Deathclaw's glistening scales and predatory stance made even a hardened warrior like Glass uneasy.

The giant general could already imagine the formidable strength of the Deathclaw from its imposing presence. He dared not raise any objections and knelt again, saluting Wayne with utmost respect before agreeing to the orders. 

Wayne turned to Robin and spoke briefly in the beast tongue, informing him that he was now free to roam within the confines of the barrier. He also provided directions to the castle, finally releasing the restless creature. Robin, eager to stretch his limbs, wasted no time and bounded off with a rumbling growl. 

Francesca, observing with interest from Wayne's side, couldn't suppress a playful smile. Once the giant general and Robin were gone, she teased, "Wayne, was that the language of beasts just now? I've heard that some druids possess that ability."

"Haha, I must admit, I'm quite surprised to find you capable of it."

Wayne gave a casual shrug, responding with a smirk. "I'm a man of many talents. There are plenty of things about me that would surprise you. I'm far more mysterious than I seem."

Switching topics, he continued, "As for our plans with the Chamber of Commerce, we can go over the details once we reach the castle. For now, though, I have a gift—for you, and for the elves. Given the number of refugees you've taken in, I think you'll find it quite useful."

Francesca arched a curious eyebrow, a playful smile lighting her face. "Oh? A gift, you say? Now I'm truly intrigued." 

Wayne led Francesca to the Magic Vegetable land, revealing a garden flourishing with oversized magical produce. Under the care of Aiglais, these magical vegetables could grow to over ten kilograms within a month if cultivated in a location with abundant magic. Although the taste left much to be desired, the vegetables were excellent for sustaining a large population. 

Wayne retrieved a batch of magic seeds, cultivated with Chaos Magic, and handed them to Francesca. "Elves may not be renowned for their farming, but with these seeds, you can grow plentiful food—even in Dol Blathanna. All you need is a place rich in magic, and you'll be able to provide for your refugees with ease." 

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The discussions in Kaer Morhen's castle lasted an entire day, with Wayne and Francesca ironing out the finer details of their joint venture with the Super Chamber of Commerce. Many plans were solidified, ensuring the project's smooth development. 

However, Francesca didn't stay long. Triss, ever wary of the elven sorceress, kept a close eye on her, subtly ensuring that Wayne didn't grow too close to Francesca. Wayne found himself in the awkward position of juggling his relationships, though Triss's vigilance amused him more than it annoyed him. 

After Francesca's departure, Wayne opted to remain in Kaer Morhen for a while, relishing a period of comfort and peace. Triss, despite her suspicions of Francesca, didn't seem to mind Wayne's interactions, recognizing that Wayne's energy was more than she could manage alone. In her way, she allowed Wayne a rare and indulgent reprieve. 

For a week, Wayne lived a life of quiet bliss. However, on the seventh day, as he stirred from Triss's bed, he instinctively reached for his silver dice—a habit deeply ingrained over the years. At that moment, he realized that this month's lucky day was upon him.

It was mid-July, 1253—marking nearly three years since he had arrived in this world. His heart quickened with anticipation. This was the reward he had been waiting for.

Among the treasures he had accumulated were: Two epic-level treasure chests, five master-level chests, more than forty expert-level chests. Nearly three hundred ordinary-level chest

This was an opportunity unlike any other—one that might not come again for years. The sheer magnitude of the treasures was enough to make even Wayne pause in excitement. 

Without wasting a moment, he crafted a quick excuse and asked Triss to teleport him to Vizima.

Although Kaer Morhen has a large lake, Wayne had yet to decide whether summoning the Lady of the Lake there would be worthwhile. He even contemplated the idea of artificially creating a small lake to see if it might allow him to summon the goddess at will. However, this time, Wayne chose not to test his luck with the Lady of the Lake. 

Now that he had grown considerably powerful, the luck attribute bestowed by the Lady of the Lake no longer held as much sway over him. He felt it inappropriate to rely on such a benefactor again solely as a tool for personal gain. The goddess had aided him greatly in the past, and he wanted to honor that assistance rather than abuse it. 

Instead, after arriving in Vizima, Wayne sought out a death row prisoner—a man condemned to die. Using his own methods, Wayne cast a powerful luck curse on the prisoner, draining the man's luck to boost his own fortune. 

The curse worked—Wayne absorbed seventeen points of luck from the prisone. Adding that to his existing luck, Wayne's total reached an impressive fifty-four points. 

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With preparations complete, Wayne swiftly returned to his private mansion in Vizima. He had a busy schedule today and didn't want to waste any time. As always, he adhered to his usual rituals before opening the treasure chests. 

First, he burned incense and took a bath. Then he set out sacrifices, offering them to the gods and spirits—covering all bases to ensure divine favor, whether from elven spirits, ancient forces, or even gods from other realms. 

However, this time, Wayne added a touch of extravagance. Having recently amassed enormous wealth, he spared no expense in creating a golden altar. He carefully stacked gold coins, building the altar 30 centimeters high under his feet. His hope was that by constructing this shrine from gold, the wealth would attract good fortune, enhancing his luck further. 

Wayne smirked at the thought. 'Superstition? Maybe.' But in a world full of magic and ancient beings, he knew it was 'better to believe in such things than to dismiss them.' After all, fortune had a way of favoring the prepared. 

Satisfied with the meticulous setup, Wayne took his position, exhaling softly to steady his mind. With everything in place, he accessed the lottery interface within his mind, ready to test his luck. 

He selected a hundred consecutive draws from the ordinary treasure chests

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