[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-64":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},2353604,4604,"Chapter 64","armed-witch-chapter-64",64,"\u003Cp>The club system is an important component of the Witch Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Dorothy’s memory, her previous school also had all kinds of clubs—basically just groups of students who spontaneously formed around shared interests or ideals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the country where she lived before, a student’s primary duty was studying; everything else was considered heresy, so clubs were never taken seriously. In fact, Dorothy didn’t truly encounter a club until university.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even then, she barely managed to join an anime club, but after four years of registration, she received barely a handful of notices asking her to attend club activities—it was practically pointless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her overwhelming impression of clubs still came from anime and manga set in school life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basically, it was a bunch of young students skipping classes, slacking off at clubs, and sneaking off to date, all under the pretense of savoring youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, a rare few works actually portrayed clubs as genuine efforts to cultivate hobbies and pursue dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the witches’ clubs differed somewhat from Dorothy’s memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of establishment, the difference was minor: as long as five members gathered and secured a clubhouse, they could directly apply to the Student Union; barring special circumstances, applications meeting the criteria were almost always approved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in terms of subsequent operation, the difference became significant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small clubs with fewer than a hundred members resembled the student clubs of Dorothy’s memory—just groups of young people slacking off, dating, and enjoying peaceful, carefree days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once a club reached a hundred members, or even a thousand or ten thousand, its nature changed entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These mid-sized clubs had evolved from casual hobby groups into structured organizations, more akin to unions or corporations in Dorothy’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for large clubs with tens or hundreds of thousands of members, or ultra-large clubs exceeding a million members, they resembled conglomerates or even nations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it sounds exaggerated, there’s no help for it—witches’ definition of a club leans closer to the prototype of a coven (the witch version of a corporation).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In witches’ minds, a club isn’t merely a place to enjoy youth; of course, lazy, idle witches don’t care—they can just play around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you truly hope to achieve something after graduation, a club should also serve as a transitional platform for underage witches to hone their abilities, expand their networks, find future allies, and build the prototype of their future team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many well-run clubs directly transform into formal witch covens upon their founder’s graduation, officially launching operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet their former clubs don’t vanish after graduation—they shrink in size and remain within the Witch Academy as recruitment hubs supplying fresh blood to covens. Thus, if a young witch wishes to join a specific coven after graduation, she can first join the corresponding club to begin internships early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consequently, today’s major clubs at the Witch Academy spare no effort to compete for new students and attract more quality young witches, constantly engaging in open and covert rivalries—thriving, bustling, and chaotic. Every new student enrollment season ignites a fierce talent war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, another new student enrollment season has arrived. As expected, when Dorothy and Audrey arrived near the massive square dedicated to club recruitment, they saw from afar the overwhelming, bustling crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This square, enlarged by a super-large spatial expansion spell, had an internal space large enough to hold tens of millions—so vast it resembled a plain—and was now packed with people. From above, Dorothy saw a sea of black dots, making witches look like ants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the application threshold was so low, no one knew how many clubs currently existed in the Witch Academy. Now, every club, big or small, had rushed out to snatch students—just the registration booths alone numbered tens of thousands at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two classmates, please wait! Interested in learning about our Void Sea Fishing Club?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, hey, check out our Drill Through the Heavens Club! Mechanical drills are the witch’s romance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait a moment, ladies—I sense your luck has been poor lately. Consider our Divination Club...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you like some magical creatures?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Dorothy and Audrey neared the club square and hadn’t even landed yet, a swarm of witches on brooms surrounded them, frantically shoving flyers into their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy sighed and glanced at her stunningly beautiful junior beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d been blocked precisely because Audrey was too beautiful—she moved like a walking spotlight, always the center of attention. As soon as they appeared, countless eyes locked onto them—who wouldn’t want to recruit such a legendary beauty as their club’s mascot?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a mascot like that, recruitment targets would be effortlessly met—new students would flock in like moths to a flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two were now crushed together by the crowd, and this severely socially anxious junior had never faced such a scene—she was nearly paralyzed with fear, instinctively clutching Dorothy’s clothes, trying to hide behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the sensation of this beautiful girl pressing against her—even through clothing—was pleasantly soft, and Dorothy’s keen senses clearly felt her delicate frame, the way the girl trembled was pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh. What a miscalculation. She hadn’t expected the club square to be this hellish—this was pure social anxiety torture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Audrey—even Dorothy herself felt a bit flustered seeing so many people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now was the time to deploy magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Invisible to me... wait, invisible to us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy let out a low dragon roar. Dragon magic instantly enveloped them, and the witches who had rushed toward them drawn by Audrey’s charm suddenly lost sight of the two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, is this the Witch’s Akarin Technique? So you’re a fan of the Forest Witch too, Senior Sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Dorothy finished casting, she heard her junior’s robotic voice beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, even through the flat, metallic tone, her excitement and thrill were unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like a rabid fan meeting a fellow devotee—more intimate than meeting family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy’s emotions grew complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wow, didn’t realize you, this socially anxious shut-in, were one of my fanatics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ugh, if you found out I was the Forest Witch herself, you’d worship me endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just imagining this troublesome junior clinging to her every day made Dorothy shudder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wouldn’t say I’m a big fan—just think her spells are genuinely useful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy nodded calmly, saying this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes! I adore her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little fox’s ears twitched excitedly, her nine fluffy tails wagging like a dog’s—once this topic came up, she seemed even more interested than with dolls, and her words poured out nonstop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy’s emotions grew even more complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ugh, though she’d originally wanted to find common ground to bond with her junior, she never imagined the common ground would be herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She began half-heartedly nodding along to this junior who’d suddenly erupted with enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the socially anxious fox clearly lacked the high-skill ability to read the room—she sensed no indifference from Dorothy and kept rambling about how incredible the Forest Witch was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Dorothy, a self-obsessed witch, felt her ears burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh my god, is this some kind of torture show? My heart is exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....young witch blushes and covers her face.....\u003C\u002Fp>",1179,"2026-06-21T03:49:44.850Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4b7a31a428793d6423235f4a007fe6bb92962424dadfed9b67df1c3b4b07bbc6","armed-witch-chapter-65","armed-witch-chapter-63",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]