[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-15":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},2353555,4604,"Chapter 15: The Pure White Maiden","armed-witch-chapter-15",15,"\u003Cp>White, truly white, as if she had albinism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Dorothy’s first impression of the girl beside her, but she quickly laughed at the thought—after all, witches, as ultimate beings, could not possibly have albinism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl beside her was undoubtedly beautiful; after all, witches as a race had an inherently high average beauty, and even idol stars from her past life, after heavy retouching, would be deemed merely average among witches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this pure-white girl was a rarity even among witches—the second most beautiful witch Dorothy had ever seen in her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, who was the most beautiful, then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure white hair, fair skin, even her eyebrows and eyelashes were white—this exquisitely lovely girl looked so white she seemed to glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her aura was immaculate, profoundly holy; merely gazing at her, Dorothy heard phantom chants of sacred hymns, and faintly saw divine figures bowing above the girl’s head, angels circling, holy light descending...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even behind the girl, where nothing had been, six pairs of pure, beautiful white wings unfurled, each feather of light drifting gently downward. Dorothy reached out and caught one feather that landed beside her—but the moment it touched her hand, it vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hallucination?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy frowned slightly, speculating—but quickly dismissed the thought, a flicker of understanding passing through her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was one of those witches with exceptionally high intuition, capable of perceiving the essence behind phenomena, seeing things ordinary people could not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So those phantom hymns and angels must have been her intuition activating—unintentionally glimpsing a hidden aspect of this pure-white girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a witch of extraordinarily advanced evolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet just as she had seen this evolutionary chart, she encountered such a high-tier witch evolved from an angelic template—how strange fate could be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy understood, and apologized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, I may have offended you—I still can’t fully control my intuition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intruding on another’s secrets was rude anywhere, even if unintentional; an offense was still an offense, and a polite apology was proper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, a witch of such advanced evolution must have sensed her intuition’s intrusion—better to apologize now than wait to be asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Dorothy’s apology, the pure-white girl tilted her head, said nothing, but regarded her with quiet seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, Dorothy sharply felt a probing sensation—but it was restrained, subtle, stopping just short of intrusion; after frowning slightly, she let it pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this reciprocity? Then we’re even—fair enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy thought to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shrugged, finding the pure, holy girl somewhat prickly—seemed hard to get along with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what did it matter to her? They were merely strangers passing by; a common witch like her had no reason to form deeper ties with someone clearly of great stature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped back, letting the girl take the book first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl made no pretense of courtesy—she extended her hand, activating the spell array on the bookshelf. Instantly, intricate magical runes unfolded before it; countless sheets of paper and text rose from the array, assembling into a brand-new book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precisely The Comprehensive Evolutionary Genealogy of Witch Bloodline Talents and Specialties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original book on the shelf remained untouched, undamaged, in its place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was common knowledge in the witch world: bookshelves displayed the shopkeeper’s original copies; customers purchased magically created replicas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the pure-white girl stepped away with her book, Dorothy approached, her hand brushing the spine of the evolutionary chart, then channeling a trace of magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spell array on the shelf reappeared—but unlike the pure-white girl, Dorothy did not choose to replicate a physical copy; physical books were prohibitively expensive and took up too much space, and not everyone had a vast private library to store them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From her magical satchel, Dorothy pulled out her spellbook—a plain, unadorned volume, unlike Alice’s glittering, gold-and-silver-embellished, cute pink cartoon cover. This book’s cover was simply black, with four Chinese characters: Witch’s Journal, beneath which a minimalist silhouette of a witch flying on a broom, wearing a wide witch’s hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Placing the spellbook at the center of the spell array, Dorothy selected “Download.” Instantly, a flood of text streamed into her spellbook, adding a new page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the proper way for a witch to buy books—downloaded versions were convenient and cheap; physical books were only for true bibliophiles or fools with too much money who liked to show off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy was undoubtedly a book lover—but with her tight purse, everyone else looked like a fool, especially this pure-white girl, clearly a wealthy heiress from a prominent family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it, once I save enough for a house, I’ll set up a huge library and collect a pile of physical books myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After buying the book, Dorothy turned and left without delay, heading to catch up with her clueless little sister—who, unnerved by the bookstore’s quiet atmosphere, hadn’t noticed her sister had fallen behind and kept marching ahead blindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice behind her, like sacred hymns, made her stop. Dorothy turned, puzzled, to face the pure-white girl who had called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy didn’t speak, but her eyes conveyed this question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes were hidden behind large black-rimmed glasses—hopefully the girl could read them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sophilia. My name is Sophilia.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure-white girl did not speak aloud—but her voice echoed clearly in Dorothy’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy nodded, still confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s going on? I didn’t ask your name—why are you telling me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a strange person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought this, yet still nodded politely, acknowledging the introduction, then turned again to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice, like sacred hymns, sounded again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy turned back, slightly impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me your name. You have the right to be remembered by me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, the pure-white girl’s voice echoed in her mind—her tone carried clear pride, as if Dorothy were receiving a royal grant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tch. Who cares about that “right”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy grumbled inwardly, but, adhering to her simple philosophy of avoiding unnecessary trouble, she spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dorothy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she turned and walked away without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>",989,"2026-06-21T03:49:44.850Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","46161c2ee9a84a61e4eb7f67f246b44dc7d14dd9405bdf91eba7c80d428914bf","armed-witch-chapter-16","armed-witch-chapter-14",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]