Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

Forest Manor, Heath Laboratory.

On a long wooden table, there was a decapitated body of a young man. The body was on one side, and the head was on the other. It was the King of the Navi Kingdom who had just ascended the throne, the Second Prince, Ishe.

Looking at the body on the table, Heath could not help but sigh. He did not expect that just like his father, who had just been carried a few days ago, he would carry the son here a few days later.

Should he say that the world was unpredictable, or should he say that the power of a King was too much?

As his thoughts ran wild, Heath put his head together with the corpse. Then, he placed a hand on the corpse's shoulder and said, 'Extract.'

[Beep, successful extraction. Obtained [Virgin's Seduction Technique ].]

[Beep, successful extraction. Soul Energy +3]

[Beep, successful extraction. Obtained [King's Heart].]

'Damn, again?'

What was this [King's Heart] used for?

Although the [Virgin's Seduction Technique] in the beginning was equally baffling, there was indeed knowledge surging into his mind. It was a secret technique used by some holy maidens.

But the [King's Heart]... In the end, Heath couldn't feel anything at all.

From the literal meaning, the King's Aura and King's Heart should belong to an invisible temperament and ambition. It was a special substance similar to talent and elemental affinity.

Whether it was talent or elemental affinity, Heath could feel substantial changes after extracting it. He could feel that his cultivation had become easier and it was easier to use the elements.

However, Heath could not feel the slightest change in his body after extracting the 'king' thing twice in a row.

"What on earth is it?"

With doubts in his heart, Heath closed his eyes and sank into his spiritual sea to carefully observe.

And with this one look, he really saw something...

In his spiritual sea, there were two clusters of unfamiliar information floating. They were the so-called 'King's Aura 'and 'King's Heart'.

It seemed that there were some useless knowledge points inside, teaching people how to cultivate their character, how to run their family, how to rule the world, and so on.

But after careful observation, Heath found that this was only on the surface. In fact, there seemed to be something hidden under these words. The pictographic metaphor was like an encrypted document.

What was underneath?

There seemed to be a part of the information missing. Heath pondered for a long time but could not find any clues, so he could only put it aside for the time being.

To separate a bunch of encrypted information and hand it over to the mortals, who was the one who did all this? Was it the beginning of the Bloodsource? Then what was their purpose for doing all this?

In addition...

With the King's Aura and King's Heart, where was the remaining part?

Heath thought in puzzlement...

...

At the same time, in the palace of the city of Caleru.

The new King of the Kingdom of Navi, the First Prince, Mark, was lying on the throne with two buttons ripped open on his collar. The crown was worn askew on his head, and the bloodstains on it had been wiped clean, shining brightly under the flickering light of the fire.

The accompanying soldiers and Knights sat on both sides of the hall. On the low table in front of them were cooked meat, sweet wine, and other delicacies.

Everyone ate and drank together, while watching the music and dancing in the middle of the hall.

The beautiful music played by the violin and cello echoed in the hall, and the dancers danced to the beautiful music.

The graceful figure and graceful dance caused the Knights in the hall to whistle continuously.

A few lechers simply put down the roast meat in their hands and rushed to the center of the dance floor to dance with the dancers. When they were in the mood to dance, they even tore off the dancers' clothes with their greasy hands.

It was hard to believe that such a rude and lewd scene would happen at the banquet of the King of a country. Even a banquet of a third-rate aristocrat would not be so absurd.

However, His Majesty the King, who was supposed to be in charge of ethics, only laughed out loud at this moment. He had no intention of reprimanding the other party at all.

The First Prince of the Kingdom of Navi, Mark, had a wild nature and was not taught etiquette. Therefore, after he became an adult, he was assigned by the old King to guard the Northern Wilderness, which was filled with barbarians.

He had wanted to make him change and realize the meaning of civilization, but he did not expect that the barbarity of the wilderness did not wake him up. Instead, it made him feel that this kind of life was not bad. There was even a group of people around him who tasted the same.

Everyone ate meat, drank wine, and played with women together every day. They had long been used to it.

Da! Da! Da!

At this moment, a series of footsteps sounded.

The kingdom's Grand Secretary, Merrius, walked into the hall.

This lewd scene in the hall clearly made the Grand Secretary unhappy. He walked to the front and bowed to Mark on the throne. "Your Majesty, forgive me for being blunt, but you shouldn't be like this."

Mark smiled as if nothing had happened. "Merrius, are you going to lecture me on behalf of my dead father?"

The Grand Secretary, Merrius, said earnestly, "We just hope that you can become a wise King and bring etiquette and enlightenment to your people. The Wizards also hope so."

The brothers had already surrendered, yet he still beheaded the other party in public, and put on the crown without waiting for the priest to crown him. These were already very inconsistent with the rules.

"Etiquette? Enlightenment?" Mark sneered.

He pointed at the crown on his head and said, "I'm sitting here and wearing this because of the sword in my hand, because of the bravery of my brothers, and not because of your so-called etiquette and enlightenment."

"One of those who talked about those things has already been buried in the ground, and the other has just had his head chopped off by me."

"As for Wizards? Do you think I still don't know what happened? Those old monsters are too busy to take care of themselves. I'm in charge here!"

His words were full of contempt and disdain.

Merrius frowned. "That's exactly why..."

Mark waved his hand to stop him from continuing. "Okay, I didn't ask you to come here to listen to your lecture. Tell me, how is the matter with that b*stard Robertson coming along?"

How dare he send troops to help his r*tarded younger brother fight for the throne with him? Until now, Mark was still full of anger.

Merrius said, "The sons of the Count of Black Mountain have all been controlled. We plan to let the fourth son, Bane, take over the position of Count. This child has already sworn that you are the only King and will be loyal to you..."

"Let his fourth son take over the position of Count?"

Before Merrius could finish, Mark interrupted, "I never remember giving such an order."

Merrius was stunned and explained, "Bane is the weakest of the sons. His own strength is only that of an Apprentice Knight. Of course, if you are not satisfied, the second son of the Count of Black Mountain..."

Mark interrupted again, "No, no, no!"

"You don't understand. This is not a question of which son."

"The traitor just shot an arrow at me on the city wall. In order to chop off his head, I lost six hundred brothers. Why should I let his son inherit a large piece of land?"

Merrius frowned. "Your Majesty, Count Robertson fights for the King. This is in accordance with the rules. You cannot deprive his son of the right to inherit. Otherwise, the nobles will target you."

No matter what underhanded methods Ishe used, he was still legally on the throne.

Mark looked incredulous. "Rebellion is in accordance with the rules?"

He held his head and said to the Knights in front of the hall, "Listen to what this old guy is saying. Did he get f*cked by a woman last night?"

Laughter and ridicule came from the hall.

Mark asked the maid next to him to pour a glass of wine. He took the glass and left the throne and walked to Merrius.

He pointed at Merrius' face and said, "I'll tell you what the rules are. The rules are who has the sharpest sword and who has more brothers."

"I've never sat on this throne by some bullsh*t rules. I've relied on my brothers and my sword."

He drank the wine and continued, "Let me tell you what to do. Kill all of Robertson's sons, send his daughter and wife to me and my brothers, and then my soldiers."

Merrius said anxiously, "Nobles..."

Mark interrupted, "To hell with the bullsh*t nobles! To hell with the bullsh*t rules!"

"There is only one rule in this land, and that is my rules. I, Mark, am the biggest rule here!"

He said arrogantly, "If those aristocrats are obedient, then let them live in peace. If anyone is unhappy and wants to talk to me about those so-called rules, then I will chop off his head and cook his whole family!"

"Let him know what the rules are..."

When he said this, Mark seemed to choke, and his throat felt uncomfortable.

He coughed, "Cough... Let him know what the rules are..."

Before he finished his words, his face suddenly changed.

As if he couldn't breathe, his face suddenly turned dark red, and a layer of purplish-red spots covered his face.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty! What happened to you? Your Majesty!"

"Ah!"

"Someone, someone come quickly! His Majesty has been poisoned!"

In an instant, the hall was in chaos.

Mark fell to the ground, and blood spurted out of his mouth and nose. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was still trembling, as if he was still saying something.

He said it as if...

"Rules.."

...

A few days later, in the Forest Manor.

Heath looked at the young King lying on the table with a strange expression.

He had been guessing whether the rest of the information would be on the First Prince, but before he could think of a reason, this guy had taken the initiative to lie on his experimental table.

Could it be that his luck was too good?

Heath could not help but exclaim, "No wonder the ancients paid attention to luck. Even a pig can really take off when standing in the wind!"

Such luck was both his luck and his power.

In such an era, war and chaos were inevitable. It was normal for a father to die today and a son to die tomorrow.

While sighing in his heart, Heath placed a hand on Mark's left shoulder.

[Beep, extraction successful. Obtained [Heavy Cross Slash].]

[Beep, extraction successful. Soul Energy +2]

[Beep, extraction successful. Obtained [King's Soul].]

As if to verify Heath's previous guess, a few crisp notifications sounded in his ears, and the missing information was completed at this moment.

At the same time, Heath successfully uncovered the hidden veil under the information...