Chapter 4: Witch City and Identity Card

“It’s been a long time since I came to the city—it’s really lively.”

The sisters landed at the port of Haiyuedao, a massive sky island city, and after stuffing their flying brooms into the space satchel strapped to their waists, Dorothy gazed at the bustling crowd around her and sighed.

Powerful creatures rarely live in groups; they always possess some degree of territorial instinct, and witches are no exception.

Therefore, even though her beloved stepmother was among the upper-middle tier of witches, their family’s sky island lay in the suburban outskirts far from the city center, not in the heart of the city.

In her stepmother’s words, tigers never fear walking alone—it’s only lambs that huddle under the wings of the strong for protection.

This indeed reflected the witches’ living habits: most witches’ sky islands floated in the city’s suburbs, while those residing in the urban core were mostly subordinates or servant races of witches.

Dorothy, who had spent so much time at home, truly hadn’t seen so many people in a long while, and she found it strangely novel; she examined this magical city with keen interest, noting how different it was from the city of her past life.

First, there were the pedestrians: unlike her past life, where the streets were filled almost entirely with humans, differing only in skin tone, this world’s populace was wildly diverse—giants, elves, dwarves, orcs, goblins, and even tiny winged fairies no bigger than a finger could be seen on this street.

Beyond these humanoid races, there were many non-human species with high intelligence as well—for instance, at a nearby food stall, a pig was protesting why its meal contained pork, weeping bitterly as it spoke; yet as Dorothy studied the pig’s swollen, tear-filled eyes, she could faintly read three words in its gaze.

Pay up.

This dispute drew the attention of passersby; among the onlookers, a scorpion-lion and a three-headed dog seemed eager to join in, but soon the city’s enforcement squad arrived on brooms, taking away the pig still shouting its innocence, and the crowd, having lost their entertainment, dispersed quickly.

“Come on, sister, the witch specialty shop is this way—let’s take the teleportation channel.”

With no more entertainment to be had, the sisters turned toward the urban district, Alice leading the way.

The witch city’s transportation system was quite diverse; the most common, of course, were the flying brooms filling every street, along with more luxurious and comfortable alternatives like flying magic carpets and magical beast carriages—these were akin to Dorothy’s past-life private cars, far more expensive than cheap, practical brooms, with more troublesome maintenance, but they looked impressive when ridden.

However, urban areas generally enforced flight restrictions; only locals with flight permits could fly freely, and the sisters were not urban residents. Though their witch status made it easy to obtain a flight permit, Dorothy was too lazy to bother—she still hadn’t registered at city hall, since she rarely left home in the past year.

Alice did have a flight permit, but her adorable little sister would never abandon her foolish older sister, so the two had no choice but to take the city’s public transit.

While the witch city’s public transit did include systems similar to buses from Dorothy’s past life, those were rather bourgeois—expensive and slow, offering poor value; only idle, foolishly wealthy individuals or tourist groups seeking city tours ever used them. The most common and widely used public transit was, in fact, the teleportation channels.

Dorothy’s gaze fell on a bronze gate standing beside the road nearby—well, actually, the gate itself was just decoration; the real entrance was the swirling energy vortex beneath the frame.

“Ding. Witch Card. Welcome to Haiyue City. It is an honor to serve the esteemed Witch Lady.”

Alice ran over to the bronze gate, swiped a card across the frame, and instantly, the two halves of the gate sprouted an eye and half a mouth each; the two half-mouths opened and closed, spouting flattering words.

Dorothy was already used to this; in this world, witches were the highest noble class, and every race everywhere fawned over them.

She calmly pulled out her own identity card and swiped it across the frame.

This card was essentially the witch world’s ID card—each witch received one at birth, issued by the official witch organization, the Witch Council. The card bore a permanent high-level identification spell that faithfully detected, recorded, and updated the bonded witch’s data in real time on its surface.

Hmm, roughly like a character info panel in a game.

Beyond that, the identity card also served as a transit card, bank card, and more—it was quite convenient.

Dorothy glanced at her identity card, and instantly, the magical runes on the card—previously meaningless patterns no one could decipher—unfolded, and after special programming, projected a virtual information panel into her vision.

First thing she saw was her headshot, followed by basic information beneath it.

【Real Name: Dorothy*******】

【Age: 16】

【Race: Half-Witch (Human Hybrid)】

【Rank: Elite Witch】

【Talent: Diligence Compensates for Lack (SR), ***** (SSR), Otherworldly Soul Body (SSR)】

【Specialty: Mana Control (SSR), Multithinking (SSR), ****** (SSR)】

【Skill: ***** (SSR), New Era Wizard’s Sixth Edition Universal Spell Manual (R), Self-Created Witch Spell Series (SR)…】

【Total Mana: 10,000 Mana】

Beside the headshot was a hexagonal attribute growth panel.

【Strength: A】

【Speed: A】

【Constitution: A】

【Spirit: S】

【Inspiration: S】

【Precision: S】

Dorothy nodded in satisfaction—her sixteen years of diligent cultivation had not been in vain; look at these luxurious stats.

But as her gaze swept over the blacked-out asterisks on her identity card, her previously satisfied mood sank, turning dull and listless.

She had chosen to block those herself—those powers originated from her overly free-spirited, cheap mother. Since her mother had abandoned her and her father, Dorothy had no interest in those inherited talents.

Out of sight, out of mind.

“Sister, let me see—show me how much you’ve grown!”

Beside her, Alice suddenly leaned over, clearly trying to peek at her sister’s identity card information—but identity cards were locked; only the owner or someone granted permission could view them. The little girl ended up peeking at nothing.

“What’s so interesting? Your sister’s just a mediocre half-witch—nothing as flashy as your stats. Let’s go.”

Dorothy silently tucked away her identity card, ruffled her sister’s hair, ignored the bronze gate’s flattery, and stepped first into the swirling energy vortex entrance.

“Ah, sister, wait for me!”

One step forward, darkness flashed, and a new scene appeared before the sisters’ eyes.

But…

“Puke…”

As soon as she stepped out of the teleportation channel, Dorothy expertly found a trash bin and began vomiting rainbows.

“Sister, are you okay? You still haven’t gotten over your teleportation dizziness?”

Alice, equally practiced, pulled water and tissues from her bag and handed them to her useless sister, her eyes filled with pity.

Sigh—in a world where teleportation portals were everywhere, suffering from teleportation sickness was truly pitiful.

I don’t want to either, but I’m naturally sensitive to spatial forces—once I master some space-time spells, it’ll be fine.

Dorothy protested stubbornly.

“Yes, yes, sister, I believe you.”

Alice replied dismissively.