[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-36":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},2353576,4604,"Chapter 36","armed-witch-chapter-36",36,"\u003Cp>On the other side, after Dorothey cast the illusion-dispelling spell on the phantom magical text above the arena announcing the match’s end, she waited for a long time but the text still did not vanish—finally, she realized she had not been under any illusion at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had truly won the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk, did they let me win?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling the odd sensation when she struck Sophilia, Dorothey clicked her tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that guy was planning to fight me with only ten thousand mana? That strange armor-stripping move makes sense now—he didn’t want to gain an advantage through equipment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, feels like I was underestimated. Or is this what angelic witches call pride?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it doesn’t matter—I won in the end, and that’s all that counts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yay, now I don’t have to worry about that twenty-year promise—I’m free.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too lazy to dwell on the details, Dorothey cheered inwardly with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least now she didn’t have to fear being dragged to Long Zhi’s realm for training; she had no desire to risk her life on dangerous battlefields—just thinking about it exhausted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it seemed she could now return to her old cozy homebody routine, Dorothey thought better of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her past life, she stayed home because reality was too dull—every day was work and social obligations; the tedious job and fake, draining relationships made her want to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this life is different—the real witch world is far more fascinating than the virtual web world; this world holds all kinds of miraculous magic, diverse fantasy races, and things she once only dreamed of are now real—so maybe stepping outside wouldn’t be so bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world is vast—shouldn’t she go see it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, witches live for a thousand years, and if she ascends to a Great Witch, her lifespan grows even longer—nearly immortal. She has more than enough time in this life to experience everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she later finds the outside world isn’t as wonderful as she imagined, it’s never too late to come home and retreat again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witches are inherently a free race—their endless evolution stems from this longing for freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then for now, I’ll take the promise I made to Euphelia as my goal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothey resolved this in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her earlier words weren’t a lie invented to convince her domineering mother—they were truly what she felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she could, she truly wanted friends who shared her ideals; if true companions weren’t so hard to find, who would willingly stay home every day glued to the net?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She also truly wanted her own territory—after all, owning her own house had been her lifelong obsession across two lives, and a witch domain was merely the ultimate form of a house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She loved studying magic and wished to grow stronger, but this strength wasn’t meant to oppress others or kill more efficiently—she simply cherished the feeling of becoming better each day; her power existed only to protect herself when necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without Adam’s influence, Dorothey’s past-life memories ensured she would remain gentle; the ancient nation that raised her was great, and though she might now be forever parted from its embrace, the beautiful life etched into her soul would never be forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothey was practical—she knew she couldn’t change the world with her own strength, nor did she have the ambition or courage to become a savior for all weak races; the witch world’s rules weren’t for a lowly witch like her to dictate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But within her own witch domain, she could naturally strive to recreate the beauty she remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A witch lord has the right to set all rules within her domain—just as you may freely decorate your home; others may dislike or even hate your style, but they have no right to interfere—as long as you’re happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, this was the most beautiful future Dorothey could imagine; she was never greedy, even quite low in desire, easily satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her wish had always been simple: just a warm, beautiful home, a few family and friends who understood and supported each other, and to spend every day happily together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this wish too much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway, she would now strive toward fulfilling this goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After making up her mind, Dorothey felt much lighter, and she began looking forward to her life at the Witch Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.........Little Witch flying on her broom.........\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen minutes later, Dorothey sat neatly on a soft sofa, nervously observing her surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was now inside a lavishly decorated room, surrounded by furniture crafted from rare magical woods, seated on a sofa stitched from high-grade magical beast pelts, walls adorned with antique oil paintings by master artists, the air filled with the tranquil, soothing fragrance of precious spiritual incense...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, everything here reeked of luxurious money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if she turned to look out the window, the speeding scenery revealed this wasn’t a house at all—it was a moving magical carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was precisely the kind of luxurious magical vehicle Dorothey had always dreamed of owning one day—equipped with expanded interior space, usable as a mobile home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this one’s extravagance was beyond anything she’d ever dared imagine; just the eight unicorn celestial horses pulling it outside were creatures she could never afford even if she sold herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-grade magical beasts are notoriously expensive to maintain—they must be fed spiritual materials daily, notoriously costly, though their vitality is strong enough to survive even poor care; but if underfed, their future evolution and advancement suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short: if you’re poor, don’t touch them—don’t ruin good things through neglect; that would be a waste of heaven’s gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothey even suspected the daily food cost for those unicorn horses alone might exceed her entire past year’s allowance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s the carriage? Like it? I’ll give it to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from Dorothey, Long Ma watched her daughter’s wide-eyed reaction, and after struggling to find a way to communicate, she suddenly felt she’d found the solution—she opened her mouth and offered money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothey: “......”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young witch was stunned by the extravagance, yet strangely, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was a schoolgirl being lavishly spoiled by a wealthy adult...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cough, cough—what am I thinking? This is my mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothey shook her head, dispelling the absurd thought, and politely declined her mother’s overly direct gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. Even if you gave it to me, I couldn’t afford to maintain it, and I’ll be at school for years—this kind of vehicle would be too conspicuous there. I’ll just ride my broom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Ma, who had finally found a topic only to be rejected by her daughter, immediately slumped in dejection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silence of awkwardness settled between mother and daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were currently en route to the Witch Academy; originally, Dorothey’s plan had been to go to school with her sister Alice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with Long Ma’s sudden appearance, the family had abruptly decided to entrust the task of delivering her to this mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet one was a socially anxious, homebound internet addict, and the other a domineering Dragon Queen—neither knew how to communicate peacefully and equally with a relative they barely knew, leaving them both uncomfortably silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angelic witch sighed helplessly and broke the suffocating awkwardness that threatened to summon a floating castle from sheer embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss, what are your plans for life at the Witch Academy? Which school do you intend to enroll in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least Sophilia, the Student Council President, was trying to find a topic.\u003C\u002Fp>",1239,"2026-06-21T03:49:44.850Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0da9d85083e7415f651e0321f6327c329f0b5433597a15bdfccbce95528c7270","armed-witch-chapter-37","armed-witch-chapter-35",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]