Chapter 896: The Little Witch Planting Mushrooms

Time spent immersed in research always flies by, and by the time Dorothy finally regained consciousness from the dense thicket of warship design blueprints, a day had already passed.

"I wonder how those interns are adapting."

Recalling this, she connected to and probed the memories of her Moon God avatar, then realized with a start.

"Huh, there's actually a shortcut like this? The seniors are truly talented."

Looking at the memory of the three seniors staring at Alice doing her homework, the Home Witch was speechless for a moment.

This really wasn't a clearance Easter egg she left behind on purpose; she just wanted to tutor her younger sister.

However, it had to be said that this was indeed a shortcut, as Alice's homework was the most convenient and efficient way to learn real "Witch-style magic."

Dorothy naturally kept nothing from her own sister; Alice was a child she had raised herself, and she taught her whatever knowledge she possessed. If one were to ask who in this world understood Witch magic best besides the Home Witch herself, then undoubtedly it was...

Well, it was her God-King sister, Dinisha.

Ahem, but following that, it was likely Alice. To have the title of "First Person Under the God-King" — if the little witch knew about it, she would be thrilled to death.

It was just a pity that this foolish sister was truly a muscle-brain; she only half-understood the principles of magic Dorothy taught her, but she learned how to use the magic itself as soon as she was taught. She often angered Dorothy, who was usually a calm shut-in, to the point where she would helplessly say, "Don't tell anyone you were taught by me when you go out in the future."

Hmm, she couldn't afford to lose that much face.

And the little witch was an honest person; she had never publicized that her magic was taught by her sister.

But the problem was, although the little witch only had a half-baked grasp of magic theory, as a sister-con, she firmly believed that whatever her sister taught was absolutely correct. Therefore, when she returned to the Witch Academy for class, as soon as she discovered that what the teacher taught was different from what her sister taught, she immediately looked down on the teacher, feeling that the teacher's teaching level was subpar.

Consequently, the little witch often failed her courses, but she remained stubborn.

Even when the spellcasting professor came to talk to her, she firmly stated, "Professor, your level is not good enough; I don't want to learn from you."

And the professor was a reasonable person, patiently asking Alice why she felt that way and where exactly they were teaching poorly.

But Alice, bound by the promise not to reveal that her sister had taught her, stubbornly refused to say, only insisting, "It's just that your level is not good enough, Professor; I can't tell you the reason."

In the end, several old professors were so angered that their blood vessels burst and they vomited blood. At the time, this incident was quite famous in the academy, and the little witch became a well-known problem student throughout the school.

But Alice didn't care, because she felt she wasn't wrong. The spells those professors taught weren't as easy to use as the ones her sister taught, so the parts in the theory class that differed from what her sister taught must be because the professors' levels weren't very good.

Of course, Dorothy didn't know much about her sister's behavior of angering professors to tears in the academy, and she wasn't prepared to seal off the clearance easter egg discovered by the seniors.

After all, even if the assessment couldn't proceed, her little sister's homework couldn't be interrupted. What was a mere assessment compared to educating her sister?

"Hmm, time to check Alice's homework."

Thinking this, Dorothy walked toward the security department's arena.

Soon, she arrived at her destination, only to find that even though it was late, the arena was still brightly lit and bustling with activity.

And she didn't know when it started, but it wasn't just the Jurchen witches and the Armed Force's new recruits fighting in the arena anymore; even many interns, unable to control their itchy hands, had joined in.

And when the Home Witch arrived, she spotted the figure of her little sister frolicking in the arena at a glance.

Hmm, it was clear that the little witch had probably been stifled by her homework; she now had the momentum of a fierce tiger emerging from its cage, her attacks fierce, as if she wanted to vent all the frustration of doing homework.

And Alice's opponent was Kristina.

Hmm, the senior trio really had set their sights on the little witch, intending to squeeze out whatever meager stock she had in her belly. If they couldn't see the homework book, then they would see it through actual combat.

At this moment, the Primordial Witch was fighting on the stage, while on the sidelines, Diana and Akina were analyzing intently, each with a Self-Discipline Notebook floating beside them.

And the so-called Self-Discipline Notebook was the kind of paper-and-pen set that operated without anyone manipulating it, automatically recording whatever the owner wanted to record. A pen held by no one would write and draw on the notebook by itself.

Hmm, you're already a mature notebook; you should learn to take notes yourself.

This was a fantasy for mortal students, but under the influence of magic, it became possible.

The only problem was that the emotional core of this magic was a heart that loved to learn, so...

Hehehe, the foolish little sister Alice, who hated learning, couldn't learn it. The little witch wanted to rely on this magic to cheat, letting the magic replace her in copying lines as punishment, which was impossible.

And judging by the focused attitudes of the two senior honor students, Diana and Akina, it seemed they had truly taken Alice's magic as a research topic.

Dorothy nodded at this too. These three seniors had ideas and execution; what was there to worry about regarding their success? The Home Witch also thought highly of their group.

However, she didn't disturb the match on the field, but restrained her own presence and silently acted as an audience.

And on stage, the battle between Alice and Kristina had reached a critical moment.

The little witch was already having a blast and had transformed into her werewolf form.

It was just that Alice was only a half-werewolf, and she was still young, so she hadn't mastered a complete werewolf transformation. Her form at this moment could only be considered a half-werewolf.

Hmm, that is, most of her body was still in human form, but her limbs had become wolf claws, the teeth in her mouth had become wolf fangs, wolf ears had grown on top of her head, wolf skin and fur had grown on some parts of her body, and a fluffy wolf tail had extended from behind her tailbone.

And then there was the fact that the little witch's loli physique had suddenly expanded, and her figure had transitioned from the Annie physique toward the physique of her paternal mother, Hati, becoming tall, healthy, and curvaceous.

This was her werewolf witch bloodline exerting its effect.

Hmm, it seemed Alice also had a promising future. She looked like she had a good chance of breaking the curse of Annie's ten-thousand-year loli body. Congratulations, congratulations.

It was just a pity that no matter how good her figure was, she was still Alice, a savage little sister who looked like a cute porcelain doll on the outside but was actually filled with muscles in her brain, and if you opened it up, it was all "combat-is-fun."

Therefore, don't count on any feminine charm; it was impossible for her to be a lady, and she couldn't be a cool sister like a traditional werewolf witch. She was just a madwoman.

"Awoooo."

The wild blood-wolf beauty let out a long howl toward the sky. With her call, a blood moon rose high, hanging over the arena world. Under this blood moon, Alice completed her transformation, and her original golden hair was dyed red bit by bit by the moonlight.

And as for her battle robe, it had already been customized at some point, which surprised Dorothy.

Alice's battle robe had been passed down to her by Annie; it was originally in the standard style of the Vampire nobility — elegant, noble, and gorgeous. It looked like a young lady of the nobility at a glance.

But that style, when worn by Annie, was truly a young lady of the nobility, but once worn by Alice...

Hmm, it could only be said that when this foolish sister didn't speak or move around, her doll-like appearance could still be considered appropriate, but once she got carried away in battle, elegance and nobility really had nothing to do with her. She was just a wild dog off the leash, the kind that couldn't be pulled back even with a rope.

Compared to the battle robe style of a Vampire witch, perhaps the battle robe style of a werewolf witch suited her better.

Now, the cowboy outfit she was wearing suited her very well.

Leather jacket, leather armor, high-heeled riding boots, the cowboy hat on her head, the bullet belt around her waist, and the dual gun holsters — it felt very right.

But the coolness of the blood-wolf cowboy didn't last for more than a few seconds. She had just finished transforming and hadn't even said a few lines of cool dialogue before she was chased into a panicked retreat like a wild dog by that earth-shaking, terrifying bombardment. After all, her opponent was the third-ranked student of the Radiant Tower of the Witch Academy, a powerhouse whose combat strength was second only to Sophie Liya and Mona Lisa, and the top student of the Suneng Sect.

And Suneng magic was the school of magic that best fit outsiders' imagination of a mage's firepower, born for extreme destruction.

Dorothy cast her gaze toward Kristina.

This senior was a Primordial Witch, now very rare. This meant that she didn't inevitably inherit some racial talent characteristics from her mothers at birth like normal witches.

This was a disadvantage; her starting point would be more difficult than other witches. Although Primordial Witches had quite powerful magic power as soon as they awakened, they only had magic power, and their talent column was a blank slate.

This was also an advantage; after all, she was a blank sheet of paper that could be drawn upon at will, and she could completely and freely choose her own template without worrying about any waste or rejection.

"What kind of template is this? Elemental Spirit?"

The Home Witch was a bit unsure about this senior's evolutionary template, as the other party had almost no changes at this moment, except for a seven-colored crystal on her forehead.

Dorothy recognized that crystal, and even felt a bit greedy upon seeing it.

After all, that thing was very valuable.

That was an Elemental Heart, a top-tier material rumored to be gestated only by the kings of the Elemental Spirit race, possessing the powerful ability to command all elemental forces. As long as you held this Elemental Heart, you could freely direct, transform, and shape various elemental forces.

It was just that Elemental Spirits were already quite rare, let alone Elemental Spirit Kings, so the Elemental Heart was a top-tier material that was quite rare even in the Catastrophe World.

It was truly worth a fortune.

However, Dorothy studied it carefully and discovered that the Elemental Heart didn't seem to be equipped by Kristina, but rather gestated by herself.

Good heavens, it seemed this senior had truly used the Elemental Spirit King as her evolutionary template. The evolutionary conditions for that thing seemed quite harsh, requiring all elemental affinities to be excellent.

The Home Witch could only sigh in her heart that any Primordial Witch who could still be born in this day and age was a genius; with this physique, if placed in a cultivation world, she would at least be a "Congenital Dao Body."

Thinking about it carefully, it made sense. Kristina was quite poor, the kind who worked everywhere, and she certainly didn't have the money to buy top-tier materials like the Elemental Heart; she could only evolve it herself.

It was just that this senior was also very bold, evolving such a valuable template without fearing that others would covet her Elemental Heart.

However, although the Elemental Spirit King was a treasure from head to toe, its strength was not to be underestimated. Ordinary Elemental Spirits were at the strength of a Bronze species, single-element lords were Silver species, and the all-element Elemental Spirit King was at the level of a Gold species.

The Elemental Spirit King's control and amplification of all elements, combined with the Primordial Witch's naturally powerful magic power and high growth potential, and then paired with the most violent Suneng Sect magic...

The combination of the three could only be described in four words: Humanoid Catastrophe.

At this moment, in the arena, Kristina was displaying this extreme destructive power to the fullest.

"Earth, come to my side, guard my body."

Massive rock giants crawled up from the surface. This giant, as huge as a mountain, roared toward the sky, then sent the Primordial Witch into the stone-cave throne on its chest.

"Storm, obey my command, punish my enemy."

Endless howling winds formed a tornado, the sky-filling dust obscured the sky, causing the world to lose its color, and in those dark clouds, lightning flashed, followed by the roaring thunder venting the anger of the heavens.

"Rain, penetrate the formless, bind my enemy."

Torrential rain fell from the sky, shrouding the entire world, but once this rain fell, it instantly turned into a formless water net, searching for and binding all living things.

"Fire, burn everything, destroy my enemy."

In the sky, lightning roared down like a silver dragon, and like a god's plow sweeping across the earth, it ignited the initial spark of fire. In this torrential rain, this fire should have been extinguished immediately, but this fire strangely seemed to be able to use the rain as fuel; the heavier the rain, the larger the fire.

Howling winds, mountain floods, spreading fires, roaring thunder, trembling earth...

This really couldn't be blamed on Alice for being in a sorry state; whoever came to this hellish scene of simultaneous catastrophes would be in a sorry state. This unreasonable full-map attack directly sealed off all room for movement; she could only resist it head-on.

Fortunately, the blood-wolf cowboy, who had already gone red-eyed from the fight, was fearless; she hadn't intended to dodge anyway.

Thus, under the guidance of the blood moon's light, a shrill wolf howl rang out, and then a blood-red light crossed the flames, tore through the floods, shattered the storms, and with a speed that even lightning couldn't catch, finally arrived in front of the mountain giant.

Even though the fur all over her body had been scorched black, even though her skin had been cracked by the howling winds, even though her flesh and blood had been corroded by the water flow, a smile still appeared on that beautiful face that was constantly regenerating.

"Finally, I've gotten close to you, Senior. Next, it's my turn."

Just a moment before the lightning, which was chasing her like a silver dragon, was about to hit her, Alice said this.

Then, the dual-gun staff in her hands suddenly merged together, turning into a heavy-duty large gun. The blood-stained witch grinned, opened her mouth, and broke off the wolf fang in her mouth. That broken fang turned into a bullet, which she stuffed into the chamber, then pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger.

A blood-red mushroom cloud rose amidst the catastrophes.

The little witch is planting mushrooms.

So annoying, stuck in a strange place again. My leave request...

Little witch planting mushrooms...

So annoying, stuck in a strange place again, my leave note...