The Witcher and His Huts

"Where am I?"

The cold seawater slapped on the face, caught off guard, the fishy and salty seawater poured into his mouth, Roger almost suffocated, he paddled his body vigorously.

On the pitch-black sea there was a storm.

"Is it a dream?"

"I clearly remember that I was rowing around the Skellige Islands in the witcher game to visit the scenery. How did I arrive at such a place in the blink of an eye?"

"Could it be that you traveled to the world of the game?"

Roger looked horrified.

You must know that the game world he is immersed in has low productivity, and the most important thing is that various monsters emerge in endlessly. How can living in such a world compare to life of Coca-Cola, fried chicken and video games?

Although he didn't know what happened, the cold seawater and the incomparably real touch reminded Roger all the time that everything in front of him was real.

The wind and rain blocked his vision, and Roger could only vaguely see a faint light in the distance, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he mustered up the remaining strength in his body and swam forward.

Click!

A flash of lightning pierced the night sky, and the sweeping waves almost knocked him out, but luckily he was heading in the same direction as the wind, otherwise even if he swam to death in this environment, he might not be able to get close to the distant light.

Finally, before his physical strength was completely exhausted, Roger was washed to the shore by the waves. In the darkness, he seemed to hit a rock, and suddenly he spun around and fell headfirst on the beach.

His head was dizzy, he struggled to get up but was powerless, a figure appeared in the darkness, Roger tried to open his eyes wide, and stretched out his right hand for help.

Immediately, uncontrollable exhaustion surged into his heart, his eyes went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.

Before he passed out, he saw a shotgun in the opponent's hand and a shiny harpoon hanging from his waist!

...

Early In The Morning.

The sun rises from the coastline, shining a fresh light on the island washed by the heavy rain.

Not long after waking up, Roger made sure of one thing.

I have traveled through time, and I don't know where I am, but obviously, his current body does not belong to him.

"Did he die overnight?"

To be honest, Roger didn't even know what happened before. He sat up and looked around, until he saw some slightly outdated modern facilities before he was quietly relieved.

"At least it's still a modern civilized society."

The surrounding space is not large, and all kinds of items are piled up together, making it look extremely messy, and it looks like a warehouse.

His head was bandaged briefly, and other than being a little dizzy, he was fine now, but his stomach was empty and he couldn't lift his strength.

Roger was thinking about something, when suddenly there was a sound of creaking footsteps from the spiral staircase above.

Immediately afterwards, a burly white man with thick hair and a messy beard came down carrying a plate.

"Thank you for saving me last night."

Roger spoke.

But when he opened his mouth, he was taken aback, and fluent English came out of his mouth. In his previous life, his English level was not bad, but he could barely communicate with foreigners, but he definitely couldn't speak as fluently as he is now, even with a A little local accent.

Boom!

The big white man put the plate on the table.

The thick beard covered most of his face, making it hard to tell his age, but judging from the exposed skin, he should be 40 years old... Often engaged in manual labor, he looked immensely strong.

"Get out of here after eating!"

The big man's voice was as cold as a stone in seawater.

Roger was a little embarrassed, and the words he wanted to ask were blocked in his mouth, but he was really hungry at this time, and he picked up the food on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth frantically.

The big man didn't leave, he just stood in front of the stairs, looking at Roger blankly.

Padding his stomach a little, the hunger subsided a little, and Roger squeezed out a smile again.

"Thank you for saving me. My name is Roger. How about you?"

"Roger?"

There was a slight change in the expression on the big man's face, "This is really an obscene name."

"It seems that your father really has high hopes for you by giving you this name."

Roger looked embarrassed.

This is of course his real name, but the word Roger sounds somewhat unusual, It means to have something indescribable with some people, heck, it's between a man and a woman...

It is said that it also refers to a certain posture.

"Ha ha."

Roger smiled awkwardly, but with this little episode, the distance between the two parties was also narrowed.

"Where is this?"

Roger asked along the way.

"An island."

The man replied stiffly, at this moment there seemed to be some noises coming from upstairs, and the man's expression changed.

"Have you finished eating?"

"Leave as soon as you finish eating!"

He almost roughly pulled Roger up from the bed, and then pushed Roger down the stairs. The guy had great strength, and Roger estimated that if he was a little slower, fists might be waiting for him.

Roger, who was confused, was pushed out of the door by the other party. At this time, he realized that the room he was in just now was the first floor of the lighthouse. After walking out of the iron gate, a beautiful island appeared in front of him.

The lush trees, the blue water in the distance and the horizon line up, which made Roger, who had been living in the steel jungle in his previous life, feel a little better.

"Wait!"

The man gave Roger a warning, and then closed the iron door. When he came out after a while, he already had an extra luggage roll in his hand.

"Follow me!"

After locking the iron door, and hanging the key around his neck, the man dragged Roger into the distance.

The size of the small island is not large, and the white lighthouse he just stepped out of stands in the center. The wall on the lighthouse is peeling off, obviously it has been a few years.

How could someone live in such a place where the birds don't shit?

Although he was puzzled in his heart, Roger didn't dare to ask more questions, so he could only follow the man forward.

They are at a relatively high position at this time, and they can see most of the island from here. The entire island is not big, only about a few kilometers. Before they could take a closer look, Roger was urged by the man to a small the edge of the woods.

In the open space in front of the woods was a somewhat dilapidated log cabin.

He stuffed the things in his hand to Roger, "You will live here from now on."

"I'll prepare some food for you when I go back. Don't run around. The climate here is changeable. Don't go to the beach at night."

As if he knew what Roger was going to ask, the man continued, "The storm interrupted the communication at sea."

"However, a supply ship will land ashore in a month's time, and I will notify you at that time, so you can leave by ship."

After speaking, the man left without looking back.

Roger stood there in a daze, he even forgot to thank and ask some questions.

Because in front of his eyes, a line of strange words appeared.

[ A dilapidated seaside hut found by the Host, whether to assimilate? ]

[ After success, the migration will not be possible until the next upgrade. ]

Roger rubbed his eyes, is this the legendary golden finger?