[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-100":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Armed Witch",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2353640,4604,"Chapter 100: The Great Scholar God Has Descended Into Her Divine Realm","armed-witch-chapter-100",100,"\u003Cp>“Miss, regarding this issue on transformation...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss, I have a question about the theory of conjuration elements...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss, I’d like to ask about alchemy...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the top floor of the Grand Library, in the exclusive activity zone of the True Eye Society, a place usually quiet was now unusually bustling—because today, the Scholar God had finally graced His faithful followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded in the center by this crowd of fervent senior students, Dorothy felt exactly like a strong man who had accidentally wandered into a kingdom of women—these women, long parched and starving for knowledge, gazed at her as if they wanted to swallow her whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t matter; I’m strong, full of vigor, and this is perfect synergy—come on, don’t pity me just because I’m a delicate flower; today, I, Dorothy, will see whether it’s the senior students’ depth that’s unfathomable, or whether I’ll be drained first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was Dorothy’s original reason for cultivating ties with the True Eye Society? Wasn’t it precisely to feast on these senior students’ knowledge? Now, every one of these scholar-seniors before her was a top-tier genius outside, and the questions that could stump them were inherently fascinating and novel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to and contemplating these ideas, Dorothy herself was flooded with inspiration; she realized that knowledge she once thought she had fully mastered was riddled with gaps and flaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouldn’t she fix them immediately?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time a senior student posed a sharp, tricky question, it was like tossing another lump of coal into the fire of inspiration in Dorothy’s mind—now she felt her inspiration gushing like a ruptured bladder, the sea of knowledge within her consciousness churning violently, waves crashing wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It moved, it moved—my knowledge is moving again on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, so that’s how it is...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wow, it can also work like this...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mm-hmm, this question is good—let me think... oh, I get it! I’ve awakened!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy had always relied on inspiration for self-study, but recently she’d felt her inspiration growing harder to spark—after all, sparks of inspiration require knowledge as fuel, and the more advanced the knowledge, the brighter the spark needed, and thus the greater the fuel demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her self-study process had been like mining coal and hoarding fuel; even with her triple-speed multi-thinking cheat, her efficiency still couldn’t satisfy the insatiable wolf of inspiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why she’d lately often lamented that self-study had its limits—she wanted school to start soon, so she could drain Professor Spider dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, sitting right here, the senior students came to her on their own—no, it was coal-sending senior students! Dorothy didn’t need to do anything; she only had to fully ignite her sparks of inspiration, and the knowledge itself would move and deliver the answers to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Dorothy needed to do was digest the results her inspiration yielded and relay them back to the senior students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, studying is this simple and joyful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So sometimes she was genuinely puzzled—how could anyone fail at something this simple? (This little thing is actually your exclusive cheat, your golden finger.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, though Dorothy now felt her pig-brain might be roasted to crisp by the scorching sparks of inspiration, it didn’t matter—if it was cooked, it was cooked; just cast a few freezing spells for physical cooling—no fear, full throttle, push harder, overclock, just overclock—until it won’t die, overload it to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the petty demoness suffered yet rejoiced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, she had merely been a tool, forced to rise before dawn and work past midnight, mining coal herself just to keep her family’s lightbulb from going out, powering it with love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, suddenly, a group of seasoned miners—each bringing their own rations, their own coal mines, and absurdly skilled—came knocking on her door and said: “Boss, we love your light. From now on, we’ll supply all your coal—just let us bask in your glow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would refuse such a good deal? After all, whether one person or many watched the light, it made no difference to her—she gained without loss, and even enjoyed the ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now she only cursed her old-fashioned coal-fired generator for lacking power, cursed her little bulb for not turning into a lighthouse—her consumption couldn’t keep up with the speed of coal delivery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Dorothy shifted again, transforming into her three-headed, six-armed form—though this time she didn’t activate dragon form, nor did she need to fight, so her mana cost was minimal, even less than the demon king’s enchanted firehose spray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With two additional heads, and the loading of two thought copies, one bulb became three—efficiency surged, barely enough to consume all these free coal deliveries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brilliant! Brilliant! Three coal miners officially upgraded to three little lighthouses—so satisfying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the True Eye Society’s headquarters, the three-headed, six-armed Scholar God sat at the center, her three faces smiling at the faithful surrounding her, patiently answering each question, generously sharing divine wisdom with every believer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the God, the believers found that no matter how difficult their questions, the Great Scholar God never faltered—problems that had plagued them for ages crumbled before Her wisdom; She offered guidance almost in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the God never bluntly handed out answers—she only gave vague directions forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The believers were intelligent; at first they wondered if this was a test from the God, but after careful thought, they understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would the Great God test these foolish lambs? This was clearly Her mercy, Her thoughtful design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If She gave them direct answers, they would eventually lose the ability to think for themselves, growing ever more dependent on Her grace—something She clearly did not wish to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by offering only guidance now, She prevented this—She was teaching them that true mastery of knowledge required personal effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mm, what boundless compassion—no wonder you’re our eternal Scholar God, Miss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the already fervent believers gazed at the three-headed, six-armed figure at the center, their devotion deepening further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, after answering the last senior student’s question, Dorothy exhaled, retracted her three-headed, six-armed form, and immediately felt her head pounding as if splitting open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, my brain’s officially overloaded—too much knowledge, no time to digest, I could only give each question a headline answer—hope the seniors don’t mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy felt a twinge of guilt; at this moment, she felt like a heartless capitalist—she’d freely taken their coal, yet only let them glimpse the faintest glimmer through a thin paper window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn’t help it—her inspiration bulb burned within her consciousness, and her comprehension was merely the paper window; only knowledge she fully understood could shine through. But now she simply had no time to digest so much—she could only give each topic a cursory pass, just a tiny bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....The petty demoness, guiltily freeloaded.....\u003C\u002Fp>",1126,"2026-06-21T03:49:44.850Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3280c92607a399e46a3106d513bcad6d3c3c9779b3548b84005a7c1f9aa89178","armed-witch-chapter-101","armed-witch-chapter-99",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]