Chapter 898

"Hehe, Sister, I'm amazing, right?"

Alice naturally hadn't noticed her sister's abnormality. Regarding her sister's "daze," she only thought her sister was shocked by her own huge progress, so she couldn't help but proudly lift her head, puff out her chest, and put her hands on her hips.

Dorothy: "."

The Home Witch, who had been deep in thought, was left speechless by this silly sister's cocky attitude.

No, seriously, you really let it go to your head when people praise you.

However, Alice's innocent and naive appearance made her breathe a sigh of relief, temporarily setting aside the doubts in her heart.

Well, no matter what, she only needed to know that Alice was the little sister she doted on; things from a past life weren't important.

She reached out and patted Alice's head.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you're amazing, but you really do need to take remedial classes. Look at you, you're already at 40w Total Mana, yet you haven't even reached the Grand Witch Rank. You need to start preparing for the exam seriously."

The Home Witch suddenly spotted the key point and pointed at the little witch's ID card rank, saying this.

Clearly, the reason Alice had enough magic power but hadn't ascended in rank was because she had failed the exam. If it was this hard to pass the Grand Witch exam, what would she do about her Peak exams in the future?

As for the Sage rank?

Sigh, you really can't have such high expectations for a muscle-brained little sister.

Alice: "."

The little witch, who had just been full of herself, immediately let her face fall into a pouty kitten expression upon hearing her sister's words.

Damn it, why does ascending in rank have to have a written portion? I have magic, isn't being able to fight enough? Why do I have to explain why I'm so good at fighting?

The little witch cursed the current witch rank system.

Well, this broken system was too unfriendly to witches like her who followed the all-around path. Why do we witches on the all-around path have to take the same exams as those on the all-knowing path?

If I ever come to power, the first thing I'll do is abolish this damn certification system.

Alice thought in a fit of pique.

And Sister is really something too, a total buzzkill, bringing up the one thing she didn't want to talk about. I don't like you anymore, hmph.

"Alright, alright, let's go home and eat. To celebrate your victory just now, I'll make your favorite grilled dragon steak tonight."

Seeing the little witch pouting so much she could hang an oil pot from it, Dorothy smiled and rubbed her head, laughing as she said this.

Immediately, Alice's expression turned from cloudy to sunny.

"Yay, grilled dragon steak! Sister, I love you the most!"

The little witch cheered happily.

The two sisters walked out of the preparation room together, but as soon as they stepped out, they happened to run into the trio of top students coming out from the opposite side.

Christina's expression was a bit gloomy; clearly, she was very unwilling to accept losing the duel just now. However, after looking up and seeing the Dorothy sisters, the Primordial Witch reached out and gave the little witch a thumbs up.

"Beautiful tactics. Looking forward to fighting again next time."

She said this.

Although she was indeed very unwilling, a loss was a loss, and Christina wasn't the type who couldn't handle losing. Besides, Junior Alice's ruthless move of dragging her down together was indeed worth praising.

Although duels wouldn't result in actual death, the fear and discomfort of facing death were real. Most duelists would subconsciously avoid death; if they could, no one would want to experience that feeling easily.

Therefore, even in a duel, such a competitor who dared to decisively drag their opponent down with them was rare. And for Junior Alice to be able to face fear and seek life through death at such a young age, this courage to treat life and death lightly and just fight if you're not convinced was worth her praise.

Seeing this, Alice puffed up again, the little witch proudly sticking out her future-promising flat chest.

"Mm-hmm, Senpai, let's fight again next time."

The little witch replied full of energy.

Dorothy, standing to the side, glanced at this silly sister; sometimes she really envied the carefree nature of such a fool.

This little idiot had already played her trump card; next time she fought someone, she wouldn't be able to pull off that "life and death together" move again. She would likely get crushed, yet she still foolishly accepted the other party's invitation for a rematch. Wasn't this just delivering herself to be beaten?

A silly sister is like this; she only cares about happily enjoying the battle, but as the sister acting as the mastermind behind the scenes, I have a lot to consider.

The Home Witch sighed, her mind already thinking about how to build a new combat system centered around that brand-new talent specialty in the remedial lessons she would give Alice next.

As for the trio of top students, they felt a bit guilty when they saw her. Even though they were all Senpais, they didn't quite dare to look her, their Junior, in the eye.

Well, Dorothy could understand what the three of them were thinking. After all, they had just found the shortcut to passing the exam through Alice's homework, and feeling guilty about the small bit of cheating, they naturally didn't dare to look at her, the chief examiner.

Regarding this, the Home Witch smiled gently at the three of them.

"Good luck with the exam."

She said this.

Immediately, the trio of top students felt much more at ease.

"Mm-hmm, Big Miss, we will work hard."

The three nodded hurriedly.

They also knew that their little plan had been seen through by the Big Miss in front of them, but this didn't seem to be against the rules; it was tacitly approved. At this, the three felt their spirits lift, and the look in their eyes when they turned to Alice became a bit fiery.

Alice: "."

Although Alice's little brain hadn't realized the severity of the problem, her werewolf perception talent suddenly felt a bit panicked.

But what bad intentions could the Senpais have?

Although they had teased her about her homework before, they were still willing to accompany her in a duel later; they were all good people.

The little witch thought this to herself.

At night, after finishing dinner with her sisters and chatting for a while, Dorothy finally returned to her room and lay down on the bed, preparing to enter dreamland.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

The Home Witch suddenly flipped up from the bed, jumping up with a carp-like spring.

Damn it, insomnia.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll just go ask and get it over with."

She blinked, forcing the bloodshot veins in her eyes back, and said this.

"Huh?"

The Hat Senpai, who had already taken a nap on the pillow to the side, was startled awake by her sudden movement, blurting out a question mark in a daze.

"Qian Bao, what are you doing not sleeping in the middle of the night? Ask what? Who are you going to ask?"

Senior Fan Ni Senpai was completely confused.

Then, she suddenly widened her eyes, the whole hat jolted, and she became directly sober.

There was no way not to be sober; after all, death was right before her eyes.

As Dorothy waved her hand, an ancient and majestic gate rose from the ground, and then the giant bronze gate slowly opened, with the cold and dead breath of the Netherworld coming from within.

Well, this thing was even better at waking someone up than splashing cold water.

"Damn, Qian Bao, no way, you're going to ask directly just for that little thing?"

Once she saw this Netherworld Gate, Asa Senior Fan Ni immediately understood what her Master had been struggling with while tossing and turning and unable to sleep; it turned out she was still struggling with the matter of her sister's past life.

But, this had already been said to be a taboo of the God King, how are you still so brave?

The Evil Witch was speechless.

Ordinary people should be afraid to ask, afraid to think, and afraid to listen upon hearing the four words "God King Taboo." Even she, the future Fourth King, wouldn't dare to go any deeper; after all, the consequences of angering Teacher God King were very severe.

Serving a monarch is like serving a tiger.

But Qian Bao...

Forget it, different people have different fates; the tiger teacher in her own eyes is a cute and clingy cat sister in someone else's eyes.

Those who are favored are always fearless. Qian Bao, just keep pushing your luck; sooner or later, you'll be divided into three... no, four parts, and I want a piece too.

The Hat Senpai carefully peeked at the tiny dragon snake on the head of the bed and found that Ye Meng Jia De didn't seem to have crawled onto Qian Bao's neck to hang out as usual, so she curled her lip.

Tsk, boring, I thought there would be a good show to watch.

But she only dared to think this in her heart; on the surface, she didn't dare to show any flaws at all. After all, offending Teacher God King might lead to suffering, but offending this one...

Well, she really would beat people up. Teacher Demon King had deep personal experience with this point.

It was just that Asa Senior Fan Ni was still feeling regretful when she saw a hand suddenly reach to the head of the bed, grab the tiny dragon snake that was pretending to be asleep, and skillfully wrap it around her neck like a scarf.

Senior Fan Ni Senpai: "."

Ye Meng Jia De: "."

Both the hat and the necklace were stunned by this move.

No, Qian Bao, are you really this brave?

Regarding this, the Home Witch didn't think much of it. Seeing that this ancestor necklace hadn't crawled up on its own, she thought the sister had really overslept, so she equipped it very consciously.

After all, this was her strongest equipment at the moment; she couldn't afford not to bring it.

Come to think of it, she had actually opened the gate on impulse, and now that the Netherworld Gate was open, she suddenly felt a bit panicked again.

After all, she had just been severely warned by the true body of God King Sister earlier. If it weren't for the fact that Sister seemed to have had something to do and left first, she might already be living as a shut-in in the basement of the God King Palace.

Heaven knows if good Sister's anger has subsided. If it hasn't, wouldn't she be delivering herself as takeout?

Pfft, pfft, pfft, think positively. I'm looking for Di Di Nisha, not the true body of the God King; nothing will happen.

Dorothy patted her face, cheering herself up in her heart, and then stepped into the Netherworld Gate.

And on her neck, the tiny dragon snake was still quietly trying to slip backward, preparing to run away first, but just when she was about to run, a hand pressed down on her.

It was the Home Witch's hand.

At this moment, she was pressing the hat with one hand and grabbing the necklace with the other, only able to draw courage from these two good sisters.

Although Hat Senpai was always on the edge of high-level games, and Ye Meng Jia De Ancestor probably wouldn't be of any use in front of good Sister, Dorothy always felt her courage was a little greater when she thought she wasn't alone.

Charge, charge, charge...

Stepping across the Netherworld Gate, the scenery of Pan Duola City, the City of Miracles from the Witch's Night, came into view.

Dorothy had never been to Pan Duola, the witch capital in the real world, but that didn't stop her from thinking that the Netherworld Pan Duola City in front of her was the best; after all, she had designed and built it herself.

Moreover, compared to the cities in reality that were full of martial spirit everywhere, this Netherworld City was much more peaceful and tranquil.

The churches of the Machine Cult seen everywhere, the various strange and novel magical creations, and the ever-changing magical technology all had a very scientific research atmosphere.

The Netherworld, the dragon-rising land for research witches.

Although "you can only get ahead after death" sounds a bit like a hellish joke, just ask yourself if it's thriving or not.

"The Spell Development Bureau is hiring. Those who have been engaged in spell research while alive are preferred. Excellent benefits. Ten years of work will guarantee you save enough for your resurrection fee."

"The War Golem Development Department is hiring. We are recruiting inexperienced newcomers. Training included. Only thirty years, resurrection fee covered."

"Me, me, me, I'm signing up. I was the one who was trampled to death by a runaway war golem; no one understands golems better than I do."

"So angry, why do all the high-paying jobs require research experience? When will we be able to stand up?"

"Crawl away, didn't you stand long enough when you were alive? Go lie down and rest on the side, let your research mom stand up."

"Warship Research Institute is hiring..."

"Magic Potion R&D Department..."

In the Samsara Plaza in the center of the city, major Netherworld research institutes were recruiting people, while the souls of witches who had just died but couldn't afford the resurrection fee possessed mechanical bodies and gathered here, preparing to find work to earn their resurrection fees.

Dorothy looked at this thriving scene and felt very envious.

Over the past month, she had also tried to recruit some warship workers at the talent market for her alchemy workshop, but she could only say that the workers in the world of the living wouldn't even be treated like dog-witches.

Anyway, the booths of the several legions next door were overcrowded, with long queues waiting to be hired, while no one even glanced at her advertisement for technical workers, which was the complete opposite of the situation in this Netherworld plaza.

It was just a pity that even she couldn't recruit workers in the Netherworld; otherwise, she would really want to pack up all these witch souls and take them back.

The Home Witch withdrew her gaze with regret and prepared to fly toward the white palace in the center of the city.

That was the Shenggong of the Magic Republic from the former Witch's Night, and it was also the center of power in the Netherworld today. Good Sister, the King of the Netherworld, usually stayed there.

"Welcome home, Prime Minister."

As soon as Dorothy arrived at the entrance of the Shenggong, the ghost witches guarding the gate bowed respectfully to her.

This gave the Home Witch a start. She hadn't used the front door the few times she had entered the Netherworld before, and good Sister would usually wait for her at the door, so she hadn't experienced this scene. Now, looking at the fanatical eyes of the guard witches in front of her, she was a bit unaccustomed to it for a moment.

However, soon, melodious bell chimes rang out; they came from the steel church across from the Shenggong.

"Holy... strike the holy hammer three times, mechanical ascension, praise the Lord of All Machines..."

Neat and loud prayers rang out from that side, spreading throughout the entire Netherworld, also leaving the confused witch souls a bit bewildered.

What's going on? The holy bell suddenly rang; it's not a holiday today, is it?

Dorothy: "."

Feeling the terrifying power of vows that was almost surging over from that side, the Home Witch slipped away. She walked into the Shenggong amidst the fanatical gazes of the guards.

No, I just came over to ask a question; you really don't have to make such a big scene, okay?

The King of the Netherworld is visiting.

Busy with matchmaking, so tired. I don't know when these days will end.