[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-76":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},2353616,4604,"Chapter 76: Each One","armed-witch-chapter-76",76,"\u003Cp>After dinner....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was Dorothy, Gyou-style, sprawled on the sofa, cradling her overfull belly, utterly unwilling to move another inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Meow... roar...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar....”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, two small familiars stared each other down, a cat and a dragon, each speaking in their own tongue, engaged in a cryptic, utterly incomprehensible, nonsense conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, good, these two little ones have a nice bond.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the cat and dragon tussle again over their language barrier, Dorothy nodded, satisfied with the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armorbeasts are a peculiar species; especially as the deity of that armorbeast world, the Armorbeast Source possesses the conceptual divinity of the Mother of All Beasts, which is why it can give birth to armorbeasts of all bizarre shapes and disparate races.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the divinity of a primitive minor world is clearly insufficient to evolve the true concept of “Mother of All Beasts”—not to mention, none of the three original Cataclysm races could be casually simulated by this primordial deity; at best, it could only produce superficial imitations resembling angels, dragons, or demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since this poor Armorbeast Mother was sent into a lab by witches, true angel blood, dragon blood, and demon blood were now sufficiently supplied, greatly compensating for this primordial deity’s innate deficiencies—so now, the angels, dragons, and demons among second-generation armorbeasts are no longer paper tigers, but genuine, authentic beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This discovery thrilled the research witches, and they excitedly began bleeding themselves, preparing to let the Mother of All Beasts produce witch-type armorbeasts—then....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there was no “then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The witches’ strength lies not in their bodies, but in their immense magical power and their infinite evolutionary trait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So though they fed the Armorbeast Mother witch blood, what it gave birth to were pitiful human-type armorbeasts—as if, in this primordial deity’s conceptual framework, witches and ordinary humans still had no essential difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Dorothy had little interest in these research projects seeking why witches are strong; she only knew that if her Fafnir was properly nurtured, even without armor fusion, it would at least become a qualified pure-blood dragon enforcer in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, so now she’s triple future-worthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Future-worthy witch, future-worthy spirit-staff, future-worthy dragon-type armorbeast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, looking at the two little ones wrestling before her, Dorothy shed tears of poverty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk, but that’s only truly future-worthy if there’s enough resources for development—if resources are lacking, it’s straight-up sterilization.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the two little ones’ duel had already decided a winner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young dragon Fafnir had been stunned by Bast’s invisible cat claws; she now lay shamefully on the sofa, hugging her head with both front paws, while the tiny kitten, Bast, who had won all ten matches in the Familiar Beast Championship without a single loss, proudly stood on Fafnir’s head with one paw, chest puffed out, emitting adorable meows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Meow... roar...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, Bast is amazing—no wonder she’s the older sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy promptly offered praise to the little one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the first half, the tiny kitten grew even more proud—but upon hearing the second half, her face froze. She looked down at the dragon beneath her paw, then awkwardly withdrew her claw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meow meow...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She softly called to Fafnir, still hugging her head in self-isolation, and tried to extend a paw to help the weakling sister up—but as soon as her paw moved, the young dragon tightened her defenses further, curling her entire body into a round, armored ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kitten grew even more embarrassed, glancing resentfully at this disrespectful little sister, then pleadingly at her master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bast leapt nimbly onto Dorothy’s lap, her tiny paws climbing up the two mountains, finally standing on the peaks and rubbing her face against Dorothy’s cheek in a show of affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meow meow meow....”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, I forgive you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy, tickled by the soft, fluffy fur, helplessly pulled a soul fragment from her pocket, crushed it into tiny fish-shaped bits, and blew gently on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She flung them into the air—and instantly, the lifeless fragments came alive, drifting like ghostly fish through the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her beloved ghost-fish, Bast instantly forgot her master; she leapt off Dorothy’s lap and began chasing and hunting the spectral fish everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether from feline instinct or divine blessing from her name—Bast, the goddess—the young kitten already displayed remarkably advanced hunting skills; though the ghost-fish were more agile than real fish, they couldn’t escape those cute, pink-padded paws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every leap, every swipe of her paw marked the end of a ghost-fish—and this only made the kitten more excited, her hunting fervor rising, her agile, darting form filling Fafnir, who had quietly cracked open her steel ball and was peeking out from the sofa, with envy, deepening her self-isolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar....”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young dragon let out a pitiful, dejected moan—until gentle hands picked her up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There, there, don’t be upset. Your cat sister is only stronger because she was born earlier. Fafnir, you’re a dragon—cats can’t beat dragons. When you grow up, she won’t stand a chance against you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy cradled the heavy, solid-steel-ball-like young dragon, soothing her softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The form and personality of special familiars like spiritfolk or armorbeasts are often shaped by their masters; Fafnir, as the child of Sophie Liya ’s angel armorbeast Angel, hatched as a dragon instead of an angel precisely because of Dorothy’s identity as a Dragon Witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To better suit her master, Fafnir instinctively chose dragon as her race from the genetic library inherited from the Mother of All Beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as newborn consciousnesses, both little ones’ personalities unconsciously began to be influenced by Dorothy through the familiar contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kitten Bast inherited more of Dorothy’s hidden wildness from her days as the Forest Witch—but Fafnir...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh, the young dragon probably inherited more of Dorothy’s daily lazy, deadfish slacker nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was meant to be a dragon by nature—aggressive, defiant—but her personality turned unexpectedly gentle; she rarely left Dorothy’s side, always clingy, just as Dorothy refused to leave home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This once-promising, spirited dragon had been turned into a submissive, homebound dragon by her own master—and Dorothy felt a complicated mix of emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she could never dislike her own child; after all, she herself was likely destined for infrastructure work as a civil engineering witch, never stepping onto the battlefield—whether her familiar could fight didn’t matter. When Fafnir grew up, she could serve as a dragon-shaped crane to carry construction materials—this kid clearly had the right build for brick-lifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Fafnir, blissfully unaware that her lazy master had already labeled her future as a brick-lifting dragon, believed Dorothy’s reassurance wholeheartedly; she perked up, stretched her body, and shook her back wings—more like heavy steel claws than true dragon wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the thick steel claws split open, revealing hollow pipe structures from which crimson dragon breath erupted—using the recoil, the immensely heavy steel dragon shot upward with a “Wuhu!” (Here comes my favorite Tengui Dragon template again—Fafnir’s appearance resembles a red-black Gundam-style Tengui Dragon, with even more mechanical steel aesthetics.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the little one was still too young; such an unusual flight method was bound to be hard to master. As soon as she took off, her underdeveloped respiratory system couldn’t keep up with the dragon breath consumption, causing the crimson jet propulsion to weaken and eventually sputter out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the entire dragon helplessly continued forward, carried by inertia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar......”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing herself about to crash into the wall, the panicked steel dragon curled into a ball again, bracing for impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fafnir waited—and the expected impact never came. A gentle magical force intercepted her, and she was gently returned to her familiar warm embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you not to rush. When you grow up, fly however you want. Right now, you just need to eat well and sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy looked helplessly at the suddenly overeager dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her appearance had been deliberately adjusted by Dorothy, modeled after an ancient dragon from a hunting game she loved in her past life—so Fafnir was truly a unique dragon breed in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But while this made her look incredibly cool, it also ruined the dragon’s innate flight instinct; the ancient flight memories encoded in dragon blood clearly didn’t match this new jet-propulsion system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Software and hardware mismatched—so Fafnir would have to learn how to fly, one painstaking step at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t matter; those who endure hardship become the supreme dragon. Dorothy believed Fafnir would one day understand her painstaking intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Dorothy pulled a large lump of special metal from her pocket, she thought to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the innocent, clueless young dragon’s eyes lit up at the sight of the metal; she happily snatched it and began gnawing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, she was an armorbeast—so to forge harder armor, she needed rare spiritual metals; these precious materials, meant for crafting alchemical artifacts, now served as dragon food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Dorothy had to eat premium ingredients, Bast needed soul fragments, Fafnir had to chew spiritual metals—none of it was cheap. Just thinking about it, Dorothy could already see her future, endlessly worrying about food expenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to these pressures, tomorrow’s exam meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no help for it—this path was chosen by her. She couldn’t rely on her parents; she’d already been freeloading for days. She needed to find a way to earn some money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Sophie walked out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, she immediately saw the young lady on the sofa, her eyes gleaming with an evil light even her black-rimmed glasses couldn’t hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angel witch’s hair tuft twitched violently—her innate angelic talent for detecting evil had been triggered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure white girl shuddered violently; she sensed mischief brewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie immediately grew wary. She wanted to ask—but because of their earlier argument, she didn’t know whether to speak up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, they hadn’t exchanged a single word. Sophie didn’t want to break the silence herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the proud angel witch, doing so felt like surrendering first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry, Miss. I apologize for my behavior earlier. Perhaps I was wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie finally spoke, rushed through the words, then turned and walked straight to her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hated the feeling of bowing to others—but more than that, she feared clinging to her stubbornness and making the same mistake again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right is right, wrong is wrong—simple logic. Nothing was too hard to accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, my naive young lady... not everyone has loving family, a powerful mother as a backer like you. Even if you fail, you inherit your teacher’s legacy—but I have only myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps I truly lack the heart of a strong one—but it doesn’t matter. I know better than anyone that I can’t afford to fail, so I must be twice as cautious with every single thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she entered her room and closed the door, her peripheral vision caught the young lady on the sofa, stunned by her apology. The pure white girl thought to herself, her golden eyes shimmering with envy, even jealousy—but finally, all returned to calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the door shut tight....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy: “......”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....The little witch is stunned, bewildered.....\u003C\u002Fp>",1829,"2026-06-21T03:49:44.850Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","83ee4f75e6170bbb0a8262dbb61fb235a1e08f534fdbbe1696f83e8990d23d3f","armed-witch-chapter-77","armed-witch-chapter-75",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]