[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-51":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},2353591,4604,"Chapter 51: God and Mortal","armed-witch-chapter-51",51,"\u003Cp>Running into someone on the street was originally just a trivial matter; in Dorothy’s mind, it was something easily resolved with a simple apology—unless she’d bumped into a troll or genuinely hurt someone, most normal people wouldn’t make a fuss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though her new clothes were now dirty, that meant little to a witch; a simple cleansing spell could restore them to pristine condition, and besides, it was just a child who’d bumped into her—a cute little girl at that—not some unruly brat causing trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, it was partly her own fault for not watching where she was going and instead staring around aimlessly; she bore some responsibility too, so she couldn’t blame the other entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Dorothy had no intention of pursuing it further—she was already bending down to help the little girl up and comfort the adorable little bunny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, she was bewildered by the exaggerated reactions of the rabbit sisters and the surrounding non-humans; she looked up at SophieLia beside her, her eyes silently asking how a normal witch would handle such a situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the angel witch merely gave her a cold glance, too lazy to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy understood that glance—it meant roughly, “You’re a noble lady; do as you please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helplessly, Dorothy thought for a moment and decided to stick with her original plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What others do is none of my business—I just want to be happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she waved her hand, and invisible magic lifted the kneeling rabbit sisters to their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was just an accident; no need to worry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She comforted the still-anxious older rabbit girl, then opened her bag—now slung over her shoulder—and pulled out several candies she usually made for herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, little sister, don’t cry. Would you like your big sister to perform a little trick?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She showed the candies to the sobbing rabbit-eared girl, then summoned magic; the small candies twisted and reshaped, and with a soft *pop* hidden beneath a puff of magical smoke, they transformed into several ice creams of different flavors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the little girl, now silent and wide-eyed, Dorothy asked with smug satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the girl nodded, Dorothy handed her the ice creams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be more careful next time; don’t bump into people again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached out and patted the girl’s head; the real rabbit ears felt wonderfully soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Witch Lady, please, I beg you, spare my sister—she’s just a child! If you must punish someone, punish me instead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy had thought the matter settled, but to her shock, the rabbit girl beside her trembled even more violently, staring in terror at the ice creams in her sister’s hands, then dropped to her knees again with a thud before Dorothy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young witch: “......”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy was momentarily stunned by the rabbit girl’s reaction, then quickly realized the absurdity—and couldn’t help but laugh and sigh at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax, these are just ordinary ice creams—I’m not angry at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently pulled up the rabbit girl, who clearly suffered from paranoia, patiently explaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, her understanding of how terrifying witches were in this world rose another notch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what the hell did my fellow witches do back then? How did they make everyone so traumatized?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After much explanation—finally, she took one ice cream from the little girl, licked it herself—the paranoid rabbit girl finally believed her, and thanked Dorothy profusely, so moved she nearly bowed her head again; this only made the young witch more speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re truly grateful for your mercy, Witch Lady. I’m Ellie, this is my sister Liz. If we ever get the chance, we’ll repay you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rabbit sisters finally left, bowing and thanking endlessly; watching their retreating backs, Dorothy finally exhaled, then cast cleansing spells on her own clothes and the angel witch’s shoes, and curiously asked the pure-white girl before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh, so tiring, SophieLia—what exactly did you all do to these non-humans? Why are they so terrified?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The answer is we did nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angel witch shrugged; seeing her naive, clueless noble lady still looking confused, she sighed and explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Except for a tiny minority of cruel witches who used these non-humans to vent their anger, the overwhelming majority of our kind treated them with sufficient tolerance. Their fear of us stems mainly from two reasons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The lesser reason is that they are all war captives—we conquered and annexed their worlds. Their ancestors witnessed our witches on the battlefield; that terror was seared into their memories so clearly that when survivors told stories to their descendants, they inevitably distorted our image a little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you went to the surface, you’d find many non-humans who’ve never seen a real witch still believe we’re three-headed, six-armed, fanged demons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Dorothy’s lip twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how terrifying must witches have been on the battlefield to leave behind such a deep, multi-generational stereotype? Wasn’t the fear of witches now literally carved into these non-humans’ DNA?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And the main reason?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure-white girl tilted her head, didn’t answer directly, but asked Dorothy a question instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Noble Lady, has anyone ever told you you lack self-awareness?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy was even more confused by this bizarre question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What are you talking about? I’ve always had a clear sense of my place—I reflect on myself at least three times a day, constantly reminding myself not to get arrogant. Look at me, a transmigrator, never once claiming to be the world’s protagonist—how much more self-aware could I be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She grew annoyed, glaring at the angel witch beside her, who always spoke to her in that sarcastic tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I know exactly who I am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what is your self-perception?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SophieLia pressed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, I’m just an ordinary, utterly ordinary little witch. Oh, now I’m not that ordinary—I admit, I’m a newly minted super-rich heir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy answered without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the pure-white girl’s face showed a look of “I knew it,” and she shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—you lack self-awareness. In your view, what’s the relationship between witches and these non-humans?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SophieLia posed another question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, ruler and ruled—maybe a bit better than slave owner and slave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy thought carefully this time and answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the angel witch only smiled, saying nothing—only her magic surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infinite holy light radiated from her body; the tiny angelic armor, Angela, flew out and wrapped her in a radiant golden suit of holy armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, six pure-white wings of divine radiance unfurled behind SophieLia; as these symbols of angelic power spread, powerful magic began to warp reality, reversing its influence on the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, a series of wonders appeared one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, celestial hymns arose from nowhere—pure and sacred, sung by the purest of youths and maidens; merely listening stirred longing and reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a vision of Heaven unfolded behind the pure-white girl: towering mountains and endless divine palaces materialized; Dorothy recognized them—the heart of Heaven, the legendary Heaven Mountain, once attacked by witches, a place of unimaginable luxury beyond mortal fantasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In every palace of Heaven Mountain dwelled an angel, each impossibly powerful—so much so that even mythic exaggerations failed to capture even a fraction of their might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when SophieLia descended upon the peak palace of Heaven Mountain, every angel bowed their heads in reverence, as if faithful worshippers before the supreme deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when the colossal halo, symbolizing angelic authority, appeared like a crown above the pure-white girl’s head, the entire Heaven Mountain trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the earthquake caused by all angels kneeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy, holy...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The collective fervent prayers of countless powerful angels generated terrifying power—even across worlds, it shook the soul, forming a crushing pressure that enveloped the entire city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the six-winged Archangel King descended like a myth made flesh; in that instant, SophieLia became the center of the world, the focus of all eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy, having witnessed it all, slowly returned to herself from the shock of Heaven’s revelation; only now did she realize how immensely powerful this former rival, her mother’s assigned roommate, nearly-fiancée truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit... she clearly held back during our duel. How could I have possibly defeated something like this? Is this what SophieLia looks like at full power? Is this the true might of a Grand Witch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone told me right now this was a god-king incarnate, I’d believe them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sis—I call you Angel Sister—could you please be a little more low-key? Isn’t this too flashy? I feel like half the big shots are staring at us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her overly sharp senses were at fault again; Dorothy clearly sensed countless gazes piercing in from every corner of the academy—SophieLia’s display had drawn the attention of the academy’s elite. Feeling those stares, each one enough to make her tremble, Dorothy wanted to cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want to become the entire school’s celebrity on her first day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet SophieLia, high above, remained unmoved by the countless stares; most of the gazes that terrified Dorothy immediately looked away, daring not to look again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she was the current Student Council President of the Witch Academy, the de facto ruler of the school, the supreme being second only to the Headmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Witch Academy were a nation, the Headmaster was the king, and the Student Council President was the co-ruler—she answered only to the Headmaster, while even professors had to follow her orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, professors’ research funding required the President’s approval—who dared offend the financier? Who wanted their next month’s budget cut?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when the elites saw this spectacle was the President’s doing, none dared interrupt—they all chose to sit back and watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Headmaster having abandoned all school affairs and fully delegated authority to the Student Council, the President could do whatever she pleased—even if she got bored and decided to dismantle the school, the professors would happily help carry bricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the Headmaster would be furious afterward? That was the angel witch’s family business—after all, the Witch Academy was her ancestral witch domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short: let the President be happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing no one dare interfere, SophieLia said nothing more; she simply gazed down at the bewildered, flustered noble lady below, feeling a quiet satisfaction—revenge sweetly served.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heh, my noble lady—you’ve shown off so much before. Now I’ve finally gotten my turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the Archangel King atop Heaven’s peak spoke, her holy, majestic voice descending like divine judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, do you understand the answer, my naive, adorable noble lady?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy remained silent, looking around at the non-humans who had, without her noticing, all prostrated themselves like worshippers before a god, lost in fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, she sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I get it now—witches are gods of this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The relationship between witches and non-humans isn’t ruler and ruled—it’s far worse than slave owner and slave: it’s god and mortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divine might is as vast as the sea, as inescapable as hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gods need say nothing; all beings naturally revere them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, how could mere mortals dare defy divine majesty? That is blasphemy—the greatest sin of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, does Dorothy herself possess the awareness of being one among the gods?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know the answer to that question. All she knew now was that her school life was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the countless eyes of the elites instantly fixed upon her, Dorothy truly wished she could die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So terrifying—I’ve got social anxiety! Reality is too cruel. Waaah, I want to go back to the Magic Web world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house witch screamed in her soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever wants this kind of fame—known throughout the entire school right after enrollment—can have it; I sure don’t want it. This isn’t at all what I imagined school life would be like, damn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom, maybe I should just go home and obediently inherit your fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>......The little witch is in self-imposed isolation......\u003C\u002Fp>",1959,"2026-06-21T03:49:44.850Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cb410af45ba7430baf1243aeaf8569ef8fd2e8db9878ddc5d9864cfd9443ce98","armed-witch-chapter-52","armed-witch-chapter-50",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]