[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-49":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},2353589,4604,"Chapter 49: Mother","armed-witch-chapter-49",49,"\u003Cp>After dinner, Dorothy lay on the living room sofa, staring at the magic curtain on the opposite wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was essentially a magical version of a giant-screen TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She idly flipped through channels while stroking her round belly, lazily savoring the post-meal tranquility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d eaten far too much—though she couldn’t blame her greed; the ingredients here were simply too high-quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These magical ingredients could be called heavenly treasures; consuming and digesting them increased a witch’s mana. This method of boosting power through diet was something only the wickedly rich could afford—a way for pay-to-win players to grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy estimated that just digesting today’s meal would grant her roughly 300 mana—equivalent to her natural growth over the past half-year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it, having money really does let you do whatever you want.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the real issue was that these premium ingredients were delicious, so Dorothy simply couldn’t control herself and overate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For witches, this feeling was quite rare—they had such powerful digestion that even eating a mountain of ordinary food wouldn’t make them feel full. Only magical ingredients slowed their digestion, and only massive quantities of them could make them feel bloated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, experiencing this sensation—something she’d only known in her past life—Dorothy found herself oddly nostalgic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the kitchen, Sophie Liya, also with a swollen belly, was directing invisible magical hands to clean the scattered dishes after the feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right after dinner, the angel witch had voluntarily taken on the dishwashing duty—this pure-white girl seemed overly independent, even though Dorothy had already said she could handle the kitchen as her future rent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Sophie Liya stubbornly refused to accept any favor, insisting she would handle all dishwashing from now on, and that Dorothy only needed to cook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy said nothing in response; though she enjoyed cooking, she hated cleaning up afterward. She found joy in preparing meals, but dishwashing was pure boredom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that someone else was taking care of the cleanup, Dorothy was happy to relax, lying on the soft sofa, watching TV and playing with her kitten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled out a pile of soul fragments she’d bought earlier at the market, shaping them into tiny fish snacks, then tossing them one by one into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kitten, Bastet, who had just awakened from her long slumber, darted and leaped with astonishing agility, chasing the soul-fish snacks her mistress threw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though each “fish snack” was far larger than the tiny kitten—whose paws were no bigger than a palm—Bastet devoured them one by one, clearly delighted. Her glossy black fur grew even smoother, and the white fur on her chest and paws became purer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a spirit-being, soul fragments were Bastet’s ideal food. Only by absorbing sufficient soul energy could the kitten’s spiritual nature grow properly—though this “cat food” was undeniably expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Bastet’s belly was full and she could no longer leap, Dorothy gathered the remaining snacks, lifted the kitten onto her lap, and stroked her fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Purr...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bastet, enjoying her mistress’s caresses, emitted a contented purr and soon fell asleep again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was still too young, needing prolonged sleep to grow faster; the “food” she’d eaten also required sleep to be absorbed properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that a Spirit Staff?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie Liya, having finished cleaning, waddled over to the sofa and lounged on the other side, gazing curiously at the kitten on Dorothy’s lap, her eyes filled with wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit Staves were exceedingly rare—even her teacher, a peak witch, didn’t own one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hmm, lucky me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the angel witch’s envy, Dorothy grinned smugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie Liya clicked her tongue in annoyance, itching to hit her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This spoiled girl was truly irritating—she made Sophie Liya’s fingers twitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then she remembered something, summoning a tiny angel, no bigger than a palm, which fluttered to Dorothy’s face and gestured for her to extend her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confused, Dorothy obeyed—and then stared in horror as the tiny angel spat out a single egg, as large as a basketball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, this...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive, sticky egg landed in Dorothy’s hands, nearly making her instinctively toss it away—she barely restrained herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up at the angel witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie Liya gently stroked the tiny angel, who now looked exhausted after laying the egg, then answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s an Armor Beast egg. Your birthday is coming in a few days, isn’t it? This was your teacher’s original gift for you. You don’t have your own battle robe yet—sign a familiar contract with it. It will become your exclusive battle robe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Armor Beast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy paused, then recalled what it was—she hadn’t spent years in the grand library for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armor Beasts were a peculiar species native to a world conquered by witches—a realm where magical creatures could transform into enchanted armor. The locals formed contracts with these creatures, then wore their armored forms into battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the witches conquered that world, the Armor Beasts were studied. The conclusion: they were naturally gifted with advanced shape-shifting abilities, though their transformation was incomplete—limited only to armor forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, having evolved over generations in that world, they possessed unique advantages that intrigued the research witches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Armor Beasts were far too weak for witches—their enchanted armor shattered under even a single spell from a low-tier witch. Even the strongest “god-tier” Armor Beast in that world could barely withstand a few high-tier witch incantations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But intrigued by their unique ecosystem, some research witches took the “Mother of All Beasts,” the origin of all Armor Beasts, into the lab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, the witches’ battle robe system gained a new branch: the Living Armor Beast, alongside the existing Spirit Robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The witches’ refined and bred Armor Beasts were nothing like the primitive originals—they became exceptional familiars, highly useful even for witches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short: they were living battle robes, capable of growth alongside their masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armor Beasts sold out instantly upon release. Like Spirit Staves, Spirit Robes were rare and unattainable for most witches—but Armor Beasts could be artificially bred. Expensive, yes, but purchasable. Who wouldn’t want a cute familiar that could protect you and be petted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Spirit Robes, Armor Beasts could evolve to suit their master’s needs. Once reaching their ultimate form, they rivaled even the finest custom-made witch robes—and in synergy, even surpassed them, matching the top-tier Spirit Robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But raising one to that level cost more than commissioning a master-crafted robe, carried risks of failure, and once bonded, an Armor Beast served only one master for life—its death meant the master’s death, with no inheritance possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So one was a payment-plan option: high risk, high reward, with a pet. The other was a one-time purchase: stable quality, inheritable, and occasionally capable of Spirit bonding—each witch chose according to preference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy had never had a choice—she couldn’t afford either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never expected a precious Armor Beast egg to appear before her now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, it’s a divine egg—this is a child of the Armor Beast Mother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the immense mana within the egg, Dorothy was startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though witch technology theoretically allowed all Armor Beast eggs to reach ultimate form—just as all witches could theoretically become Witch Queens—it was a distant dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the purer the bloodline, the easier the growth, the less resources needed, and the less likely the evolution would go awry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more mixed the bloodline, the more you gambled—most ended up with duds, but someone always got a jackpot, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy could clearly sense the exceptional quality of the egg in her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hmm. Second-generation bloodline. My Angel is the child of your teacher’s Armor Beast, Drago. And this one? Angel’s child—her first. She just reached maturity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie Liya nodded, explaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though Armor Beasts can lay eggs upon maturity, only the first offspring retain full bloodline purity—later offspring drop a tier. Also, this method of splitting to lay eggs severely drains the mother. You’ll need to be careful, Dorothy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Dorothy stared at the precious egg in her hands, conflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was from her biological mother—but their relationship was complicated. Her aversion to owing others flared up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still didn’t know how to repay the debt of being born. If she accepted this, how much more would she owe? The deeper the debt, the harder it would be to escape her mother’s embrace and gain freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie Liya saw her thoughts clearly, and sneered at this overly dramatic girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The gift’s already yours. Your teacher said it’s simply a mother’s birthday present to her daughter—a compensation for not raising you herself. Don’t feel burdened. Accept it, or sell it—she won’t interfere with your choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, the pure-white girl felt a pang of sadness, rose, and returned to her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>........Little witch sucking on a lemon........\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the sofa, Dorothy sighed, then used her magic to draw several drops of blood from her fingertip. She pressed her bleeding finger against the Armor Beast egg and traced a magical array onto its shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a familiar contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, Dorothy Euphelia... Jörmungandr Nidhogg, bind you with this oath. Awaken, my familiar. I name thee—Fafnir...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke the solemn incantation, the egg cracked open. A small figure emerged, its large, watery eyes fixing curiously on her, then letting out its first cry upon entering this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny dragon’s roar echoed through the room.\u003C\u002Fp>",1539,"2026-06-21T03:49:44.850Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","de2c65e7b814511197aee8c4fe635d98d7402944e3fb0467dbae444f6cb808bf","armed-witch-chapter-50","armed-witch-chapter-48",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]