Chapter 26

The Biological Intelligence Core answered when called, never betraying the trust of its user.

The Sign Support Functions had originally been a training system Lannor devised to sharpen his control over Signs in accordance with a calculated training plan.

A Witcher’s gift for spellcasting was not nonexistent, but to a true sorcerer, it barely rose above cantrips.

And as for increasing raw spell power, there seemed little future in it.

So Lannor demanded precision of himself instead.

A shard of iron weighing three or four grams, accelerated to the speed of sound, could blow the helmeted skullcap off some noble knight.

A lump of iron weighing three or four tons, sitting still, could harm no one at all.

That was Lannor’s way of thinking.

To improve his control over Signs, Mentos had used its retinal projection capability to create an interface resembling that of an FPS game.

In the shadowed dark of the forest, the young man’s amber cat eyes began to gleam faintly.

“Sign Support Functions activated.”

Across his vision, pale blue particle effects appeared, like something out of a fantastical future drama, forming sharp-edged outlines.

Along the sides of his sight, dense layers of numbers and measurements were marked out.

When that damned client, Mister Lan, had first made his demands, all he said was, “Make it like an FPS game,” before launching into a long stream of requirements.

And in the end, poor suffering contractor Mentos had produced something that looked less like a game and more like professional surveying software.

Errors of distance caused by light and angle were corrected by measuring lines.

Direction, elevation, temperature, humidity, every environmental factor the processor could seize was rendered into figures and displayed.

This was a sight Lannor had seen countless times already.

Mentos still lacked permission to interfere with the body itself, so Lannor could only rely on this “surveying software” to correct every exertion, every adjustment in his Signs by hand.