Game in Marvel-Chapter 128

Despite his initial reluctance, Liam found himself forced into alchemy under the relentless guidance of Triss and Keira. Keira was hard enough, and now Triss. Liam shuddered to think how Yennefer as a teacher would be.

There was no room for negotiation—every morning, they dragged him into lessons, making sure he memorized ingredients, formulas, and processes. If he so much as tried to slack off, Keira would scold him, while Triss would give him that disappointed look that somehow worked even better.

To their credit, both sorceresses were excellent teachers. Keira focused on efficiency, drilling the fundamentals into him with a sharp, almost academic precision, while Triss approached it with more patience, making sure he understood the deeper connections between alchemy and magic.

Liam was more surprised by the fact that both of them seemed to get a zeal of teaching him alchemy and in extension magic, once they got to know about his talent. He had asked about it and the reply he got was.

"We are a dying breed and very few of us are left. We might have long life but it doesn't mean we are abundant. A talent like you comes once in a millennia, and it is more rare to even detect such talent. Most of them remain uncovered, so you are very special and in no way we will not teach you whatever we know."

"What if I go rogue? Like Vilgefortz?" Liam asked. Vilegfortz's name was kind of a taboo, especially after Liam came to know of his story after living with Keira.

"And that is why we are making sure you don't turn out to be one like him. And from the looks of it, you are a kind person." Triss had said.

"He just massacred Redenia's soldiers." Vesemir reminded.

"They deserved it." Keira didn't hold back at all. Unlike Triss, Keira's moral boundary was not as strict as Triss.

Thus he studied diligently, committing everything to memory, perfecting every potion, and learning every reaction. The knowledge was fascinating in its own way—especially with the scanner in his armor helping him break down compounds at a molecular level—but that didn't change the fact that he hadn't signed up for this.

Meanwhile, Steve and Natasha eventually left for Oxenfurt, deciding they had spent enough time in Kaer Morhen. They had things to do, people to meet—especially Tony. Liam, however, remained, locked in his studies, now fully immersed in the world of alchemy.

Yet, as the days went by, the real problem became painfully obvious.

Liam was still struggling with learning magic.

No matter how well he understood the theories, no matter how flawlessly he executed the exercises, he simply couldn't conjure a single spell. Magic, it seemed, refused to answer his call.

Triss and Keira, at first patient, gradually grew frustrated. They both knew how powerful Liam could be—his raw potential was evident, the chaos magic within him undeniable—yet nothing changed.

Keira sighed in frustration after yet another failed attempt.

"You should be able to do this, Liam! You have the affinity, the talent! You should be able to shape magic by now!"

"This makes no sense. We've seen your power in action. You should be tearing through spells with ease." Triss said.

"It's not like I'm not trying." Liam said, and now clearly a bit frustrated.

It had been 2 months since Liam was here in Kaer Morhen, making it 5 months since he had been here.

One evening, the old Witcher sat on the edge of the training grounds, watching Liam attempt another incantation, only for it to fizzle out into nothing. He remained silent for a while, before finally speaking.

"Maybe it's because you don't feel anything."

"Come again?" Liam turned to Vesemir. This old man better be spitting some words or he wouldn't mind having a go with swords against him.

"Magic requires flow. Energy moving through you, reacting to your will. But you... you lack something essential." Vesemir said.

"What do you mean?" Triss asked.

"Witchers can do magic. Simple signs, nothing too complicated. But you know why most of us struggle with it?"

"Because Witchers have mutations." Keira replied.

"Aye. But also because of our proper lack of emotions. We're trained to suppress them, or make them one dimensional. Our magic is simple—single-minded. Direct. It doesn't need passion, just intent. But the magic you're trying to use? The kind that bends chaos itself? That requires something more." He looked at Liam with sharp, knowing eyes. "And you... You feel nothing."

"That doesn't make sense though. He's not a Witcher." Triss said.

"No," Vesemir admitted. "But from what I've seen except for showing lesser frustration than you two, he might as well be."

For the first time, Liam had to wonder: was Vesemir right?

Had he lost something essential? Did he lose it all while playing games for years? For some reason he didn't ask the system about it.

"Then I guess we need to find someone who will invoke some emotions onto you." Triss said.

"Hmph.. Good luck with that. I tried to seduce him and he didn't even react." Keira said.

"You did what?" Both Triss and Vesemir were horrified.

"Oh please Triss, don't say you didn't think about sleeping with Liam after Geralt left, or maybe sleep with him while Geralt was around to make him jealous." Keira rolled her eyes at Triss.

"No. What in God's green pasture would I ever think about that?" Triss now clearly angry with the words of Keira and offended as she raised her voice.

"Well, I don't know. To spite at Geralt." Keira said. Liam was dumbfounded that Keira would even say those words to Triss because Liam never felt anything bad or seducing from Triss. She was beautiful but Liam had some ground rules for himself.

Geralt was a friend of his. Whoever Geralt smashed, or any friend of his in that order, he would never look at the woman. This was his bro code. Nobody had to tell him that. He knew that at later period Lambert would get with Keira. Liam could never do that, even if Keira was just like a one night stand.

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