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"Not bad for a warm-up," Tony muttered, his hand hovering over his magical armor bag, ready to deploy his suit if necessary. Liam and Tony were impressed by how the three people were able to systematically take down the pack.

One ghoul broke through Steve and Natasha's frontline, charging directly toward Liam and Tony. Liam stepped forward, his sword a blur as he sliced cleanly through the creature, his movements almost effortless. The ghoul fell in two pieces at his feet, and he flicked the blood off his blade with a sharp motion.

"You really have lost your godhood," Tony murmured. "What kind of heartless people take away the precious gifts of my apprentice?"

Liam just rolled his eyes. The moment he had stepped in, his eyes returned to normal, and his one hand had vanished. Another reason why Liam wanted his friends' help was the loss of his hand. Having a single hand in this godforsaken place was a bane for his survival.

The others had also noticed how Liam lost his hand, but none wanted to put salt on his wound. This only meant that they would need to take care of him, no matter what. But Liam wasn't helpless either. Years of training with swords allowed him to have command over them and also because of his rings, Anwar Durthol and Laina Estel. This made his body have better stats than normal. The system had allowed him to bring his own items, so he made his rings.

"That was... unpleasant," Clint said, lowering his bow. What really surprised everyone was that Liam actually bent down and brought out a vial. And then, to the horror and disgust of everyone, he extracted ghoul blood and the eyes of the ghoul.

While killing them, the team didn't bother to keep track of where they were hitting and thus were only able to extract the blood and eyes from one of the ghouls.

"What the hell are you doing?" Clint stepped back when he saw Liam touching these dead and smelly monsters. Even Steve himself stepped back, seeing what Liam was doing.

"Research purposes," Liam said as he put them in the system space and then proceeded to sanitize his hand. He had brought a lot of handy things that would be required.

"You want to research their blood? Are you even capable?" Natasha straight-up asked. Though she was disgusted, she wanted to know the reason why Liam was doing that.

"No, but there are scientists out there who could. I am sure some scientists who majored in biotechnology would love this sample. In fact, I would advise all of you to make a habit of extracting items from the monsters you kill," Liam said.

"I ain't touching these filthy monsters," Clint declared.

"Never in my life," Natasha said. Steve just shrugged his shoulders, signifying he was with them on this. No amount of research or mission purpose would make him want to extract items from them.

"Don't look at me. Even in the name of science, I ain't touching that," Tony lifted his arms in surrender. Liam just sighed. Though it was true that these items might be helpful, Tony was in no way touching them. While Liam was extracting the blood, the sound of hoofbeats approached from the direction they had been heading.

Out of the morning mist, two riders emerged—an older man with graying hair and a well-maintained sword strapped to his back, and a younger man with striking white hair and piercing yellow eyes. Both were clad in armor that looked worn but sturdy, as though it had seen countless battles.

Both of them stopped, and the younger man dismounted the horse. He surveyed the scene—the ghoul corpses, the group's weapons, and their stances. Their Witcher sense could tell that these monsters were killed by this team.

"Not bad," he said, his voice carrying a gruff yet respectful tone. "Takes skill to handle a pack like that."

Liam's eyes were shining like stars when he saw the man with the gray hair. There were very few things in his life that he was very fond of, or a fan of, if the correct term was used here. And this man was the epitome of what Liam considered his star.

Geralt of Rivia. The Butcher of Blaviken. Liam had known that he would meet them at the start of the journey; thus, seeing him wasn't a surprise as both of their starting points would be the same since the game he had got was The Witcher 3.

Meanwhile, the older man, still on horseback, gave a small nod of approval. Vesemir.

"Ghouls aren't exactly easy monsters. You handled yourselves well," Vesemir said as he looked at the swords of the men. Each of them was made of silver. One needed to know that a single silver sword would cost a normal person an entire fortune. Even an empire wouldn't easily commission a silver sword as they were very difficult to make, and silver wasn't exactly lying around to be taken away.

It also needed specific blacksmiths for this. He was surprised to see all of them carrying silver swords, and Vesemir could swear that he saw some runes marked on their swords. These people weren't normal at all. Both Vesemir and Geralt were instantly vigilant.

But of course, both of them didn't show it on their faces. Being a Witcher meant that their emotions had mostly been stripped away. In fact, some of the Witcher schools, like the Cat school, were worse as they had almost all humanity stripped away. The Wolf school was better in this regard, as their basic emotions were still there, though they had been dialed down by a huge degree.

Thus, acting while being vigilant came as bread and butter to them—sorry, came as porridge to them—as bread and butter was a luxurious item here.

"We do what we can. I'm Steve Rogers. And you are?" Steve came forward to introduce himself. He did so because he could feel that these two men weren't normal to begin with.