Dressed in a simple shirt, pants, and boots, I followed an excited old man while making sure my rapier was with me. It was expensive! It was a Durandal rapier made from the fang of a dragon I killed. It was all black and annoying. It was in another dimension I had to use the strongest ability of speed king and threw a superheated knife at its heart. 

"How did you turn to that lizard?" Ciri, the white-haired woman I helped, asked as she followed us.

 "Hmm?"

"You know, when uncle Vesermir hugged you, you panicked and-" 

"Ah, Scary Monsters," I clarified as I looked at her. "It's a part of my special ability. I can turn things to any pre-historic life form," Showing her a knife, I focused on scary monsters and suddenly, the knife was replaced by a small raptor. "I can also transform myself," 

"Amazing," She said while picking up the raptor. The fucking lizard melted on her... wait... are my constructs affected by my desires? 

Taking the raptor back, it once again turned back to a knife, one that I sheathed on my boot,

"So, where were you?"

"Well, I was back on my farm when suddenly, I just woke up here." 

"More like got slapped by a woman. I recognize that mark anywhere," Yennefer said as soon as we entered... I don't know what this room is called. Well, let's just call it a study. The reality of the situation... it hurts! Make it stop! "Did you do something bad?" 

"Accidentally bumped the back of my hand on a girl's chest over her chestplate," I said as I looked away. 

"Well, seems like bad boys do get punished," She said with a smile. 

"You have a sword now," Geralt, if I remember correctly, said. "Silver?" 

"Orichalcum with magic stones," I said to the white-haired swordsman. "Good for monsters, men, and Demi-gods. Though, I wish I got some of those stygian iron,"

"Demi-gods?" 

"Oh, basically, gods and goddesses exist in the place I came from and they can give people their blessing as members of their Familia," True, but they could also just be playthings to them or something. 

"Are you?"

"Nope, I won't be a pawn in the games of those assholes," Wow, now that I think about it... 

"So, why did you say I revive a trade or something, mister Vesemir," 

The aged witcher smiled brightly before presenting a chest. A chest as in a wooden box.

"Because of this," The old man grinned as he pulled out some papers. "These are the formulas of the potions we use for the trials. It was with you when you managed to appear here," 

"Okay..." 

"Aren't you excited?" The ashen-haired woman beside me asked. "You just saved an entire industry!" 

"... I honestly don't know how I got those," It was true, I blacked out and the next thing I know, I'm on a bed! "Wait... D4C must have brought that along with me during my..." 

"My boy, what you did was priceless. We will never be able to repay you," Vesemir said with a smile.

"Actually, you can," I looked around and noticed how Ciri looked at me curiously. I must have looked longer than normal because I'm sure Geralt growled and... the air felt a bit... dangerous. "I want a room and access to the knowledge this place has," 

"Knowledge?" The old man asked, a bit... shocked? Or confused. 

"Yes, knowledge for knowledge... and a place I can hide. Naturally, I'll help around if I can." I said to them, while desperately wanting to get the killing intent off me. "Besides, it will be just as helpful to me and just as important as those tomes." 

"You are aware we are monster hunters, mutants, and magic users?" 

"Why would I care about that? Did you do anything to hurt me? As far as I'm concerned, you are only doing your jobs. It's not your fault if anyone gets jealous or annoyed by how good you are," Smiling, I remembered what my dad used to say. "Besides, I am something of a pest exterminator like you guys are, in fact, I was going to be an official adventurer." 

"But?" Ciri asked and I could feel it. The shame. 

"I got cornered to investigate some new drama between the ruler of the pleasure district and a group of bored and murderous deities with their family," Well, not really. I just caved in to not waste my time.

"How good are you with that sword?" I could hear Geralt ask. Oh no! 

"Well... not good. I can fight and kill monsters but I have to rely on my ability." 

"A rookie?"

"I mostly let my constructs fight." Of course, it was the safer option. "Even if they get too close, I have other abilities." 

"I see. Since you want knowledge, I'll teach you to fight," 

This is probably gonna hurt... a lot. 

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It hurt a  lot 

Now that training is done, I said goodbye to them and went back to my home dimension only to see...

My dinosaurs were keeping my house protected and cleaned, Astraea sat on my chair with the redhead sitting on her toes. Oh... I forgot about them... 

"Here," I said as I tossed the folder containing the information just as I kicked the door open. 

"You're alive?!" 

"Of course I am! Now leave! I had a tiring day," I said before going to my bed and closing my eyes. My body was too tired to care and so was I. 

That was a nice sleep. 

"Do you want some... pancakes?" Ciri? What are you doing here? 

"What are you...?"

 "Yennefer told me that I should handle your training instead of Geralt." Yennefer? Oh, the woman that makes me scared! The one with black hair! "Uncle Vesemir agreed and it keeps me out of my father's reach." 

"... How did you get in here?"

"Your neighbor handed me a key," 

Demeter... I am both thankful and annoyed. 

"Well, I would love some." Oh yeah, somehow my constructs are connected with my desire and melt with pretty women that are not trying to kill me. "Wait, isn't Geralt your dad? You two looked close enough." 

"Hey! We need your help!" The moment my door was kicked in, I already turned the chair into a dinosaur and prepared to use White Album to freeze the invader. 

"Well, it seems like Alise has no chance anymore," A beautiful black-haired woman said with a chuckle. 

What chance? 

Well, at least I have a possible best friend now. Wait...

"Since when could I turn things into a unicorn?"

'pathetic being, you are not worthy to be near.' 

"Who wants a unicorn kebab?" 

'Bring it on you imbecilic life form!' 

The following fight resulted in the both of us getting scolded by Ciri while my dinosaurs helped around the house and farm for the rest of the morning. Luckily, the food she cooked made us enter a truce.