Chapter 938: The Intern

One week later, morning.

Christina opened her eyes.

“Ah, an unfamiliar ceiling.”

She thought to herself.

The familiar structure of the Shining Tower dormitory was not before her—this reminded Christina that she had already graduated from the academy.

She was no longer a naive student, but an adult witch about to enter the workforce.

The privileges she once enjoyed as a student would no longer exist; she must rely solely on her own abilities to survive in this world.

Realizing this, an invisible pressure immediately settled over her, leaving her breathless and suffocating, followed by a weariness that drained all motivation.

She hadn’t rested well these past few days—or rather, she hadn’t rested at all.

For example, last night, she’d only slept for one hour.

This wasn’t due to poor living conditions; in fact, her accommodation these past few days had been quite excellent.

This was the Radiant Domain, the territory of the newly crowned Queen Long Zhi, and also the future domain of the Young Lady—among the entire Dragon Realm, this was one of the wealthiest first-tier cities, and conditions were naturally excellent.

Although this batch of interns had not yet officially joined, the Young Lady had generously assigned them employee dormitories.

Of course, the dormitory environment couldn’t compare to the Shining Tower at the academy, but it was small yet refined, with each person having a private room, fully furnished with all necessary amenities; though the furniture wasn’t branded luxury, it was far from cheap junk—every piece was solidly built, practically ready to move into with just a suitcase.

Considering the prosperity of the Radiant Domain and the location of this dormitory, the rent for such a room would normally be far beyond the means of a recent graduate like her.

Graduates from modest families like hers usually rented cheap, run-down apartments in the outer districts, then flew long distances every morning just to clock in at their workplaces in the bustling core.

What, you say you can use the city’s teleportation gates?

Please, while each teleportation fee isn’t exorbitant, doing it daily for commuting adds up to a substantial expense over time.

Besides, witches can fly themselves, and their flight speed is sufficient—why not fly to work? Magic energy naturally regenerates; why let it go to waste? Eating without exercise makes you fat; moderate movement helps with weight loss.

Fortunately, this miserable office-slave life she’d anticipated never came to Christina, because Star Industries provided meals and lodging—despite the dormitory being unexpectedly luxurious, the Young Lady didn’t charge them a single coin for accommodation.

“Ah, with such benefits, how could I be so lazy? Get up—I can still push harder.”

Thinking this, Christina leapt out of bed with a fish leap.

Hmm, she was only in her twenties—how could anyone sleep at this age? If not now, when?

Today was the evaluation day; if she could secure a decent ranking, all her sleepless nights and frantic work this week would be worth it.

As her magic energy circulated through her body, her fatigue vanished instantly, and she quickly regained her vigor.

“Heh, witches’ inhuman physiology is so convenient—if I’d been human, I’d have dropped dead from overwork by now.”

The Primordial Witch thought to herself.

Unlike her classmates, who were born witches, Christina had once been human—she gradually awakened her powers over time and eventually became a witch.

Christina still remembered her life as a human, though it had been over a decade ago; the witch’s powerful memory kept those memories vivid.

She snapped her fingers, activating the Witch’s Life series of spells, effortlessly completing her morning routine—far quicker and more convenient than having servants attend to her.

Yet, in the bathroom, Christina gazed at her reflection in the mirror, then lowered her eyes to her chest.

Around her neck hung a solid gold pendant.

To mortals, such a pure gold pendant was an expensive, luxurious ornament, affordable only to nobles and wealthy merchants—but in the witch world, ordinary gold and silver jewelry were the cheapest trash.

Compared to the high-end jewelry worn by her classmates from noble families—pieces crafted from world materials, adorned with stars, moons, even the sun—this plain gold pendant truly looked out of place.

Frankly, this ordinary necklace on the neck of a promising young Grand Witch was inappropriate—it didn’t match her power or beauty.

Yet she had never considered replacing it.

“Father, Mother, it’s been many years—I wonder how you’re doing. I’ve graduated and found a good job; once I’m settled, I’ll return to visit you.”

Christina opened the intricately crafted pendant and whispered thus.

Inside lay a photograph: a handsome, imposing man embraced a beautiful woman, and before them stood a lovely girl resembling a porcelain doll, with hair as radiant as a rainbow.

She closed the pendant, slipped it beneath her collar, letting it sink naturally into the soft depths, safely protected.

Yet the cold metal touching her tender, sensitive skin sent a shiver through Christina—though her mind had been foggy from days of sleepless overtime, this made her feel slightly more alert.

Though her human parents couldn’t offer her any help, the Primordial Witch suddenly felt renewed strength.

She opened her door and stepped out.

A few minutes later, Star Industries’ cafeteria.

“Over here!”

Christina had just finished lining up and received her breakfast, about to find a table, when a familiar voice called out—she looked up and saw her two teammates.

Daina and Agina.

The speaker was the petite dwarf witch, bouncing and waving at the Primordial Witch.

Christina had no choice but to carry her tray over; seeing her approach, Senior Daina shifted slightly to make room.

“Uh, Senior Agina, you’re eating this much again?”

The Primordial Witch stared at the table, nearly overflowing with food—though she’d seen this before these past few days, she still couldn’t help asking.

The reason Senior Daina moved to make space was simple—Senior Agina’s side was simply too full to accommodate anyone else; before her lay at least five or six portions of food.

“Because it’s so delicious! I wonder where this cafeteria chef came from—his skill is incredible. We all use the same Forest Witch kitchen spells, yet why is there such a gap between people?”

Agina answered between bites of baozi, fried dough sticks, and soy milk.

Christina agreed wholeheartedly—Star Industries’ cafeteria food was the best she’d ever eaten, surpassing even the high-end restaurants at the witch academy.

Of course, the key point was it was free and unlimited.

Over the past few days, Christina’s appetite had surged, making her feel she might be gaining weight.

“Aginna, even if it’s delicious, you’ve got to eat in moderation—you’re turning from a dwarf into a goblin.”

Senior Daina sighed beside her.

Though the elf witch’s plate held more food than usual, her strong self-control kept her from indulging like her companion.

The once petite, adorable dwarf had now expanded sideways into a stout goblin—she’d eaten so much her neck was nearly invisible.

“Pfft, that’s exaggerated. Watch the Forest Witch’s body-shaping spell.”

Agina protested, then, glancing at her own bulky arms, snapped her fingers with effort.

*Duang!* Her fat trembled, contracted, folded, and vanished—soon, the doughy little chubby girl had transformed back into a petite, lovely loli.

“Praise the great Forest Witch, savior of our prone-to-fat bodies—Forest Gate!”

The dwarf witch summoned an ice mirror, examined herself, then clasped her fingers together before her chest in devout prayer.

After praying, she resumed eating.

Christina: “.”

Watching the dwarf senior swell visibly before her eyes, the Primordial Witch remained silent.

“Enough, Christina, ignore her—she’s just nervous, that’s why she binges to vent.”

Senior Daina rolled her eyes and said this to the Primordial Witch.

Christina nodded.

Yes, today was the internship evaluation deadline—of course she was nervous.

Though the Young Lady had said the results wouldn’t affect their hiring at Star Industries, even fools knew not to take that seriously—if the evaluation truly meant nothing, there’d be no evaluation at all.

The difference between becoming a faceless lower-tier employee and being groomed as a core member of Star Industries was enormous.

Everyone here was an elite graduate of the witch academy, a genius among hundreds of millions—none wished to sink into mediocrity. They’d turned down offers from major societies to come here, hoping to carve out a great future in this newly founded, yet destined-to-be-world-famous Star Industries.

“Daina, aren’t you nervous?”

Christina asked the elf witch beside her.

She admired the sister’s perpetual calm and poise—something she could never learn.

“Of course I’m nervous—I’m even more nervous than you two. After all, I’m a die-hard fan of the Young Lady—I’m terrified of embarrassing myself in front of my idol.”

Daina adjusted her monocle and said this.

Yet even as she spoke, she smiled—there was not a trace of nervousness on her face.

The Primordial Witch, who had hoped for reassurance, now felt even more anxious.

Come on, Sister, you’re just a fan—but the Fool is my actual superior! If I mess up, my fellow Inquisitors will laugh me to death.

The Elemental Empress thought to herself.

“Didn’t you have a chance to join the All-Seeing Eye? Didn’t you regret giving up years of effort?”

She changed the subject.

The True Sight Society was backed by the All-Seeing Eye, a special agency responsible for registering and managing witch ranks and statuses—its authority and benefits rivaled those of the Inquisition, placing it among the upper echelons of public service.

As president of the True Sight Society, Daina should have entered the All-Seeing Eye immediately after graduation, receiving special training and swiftly ascending to the peak of her career.

Yet she suddenly abandoned this coveted opportunity, grabbing an internship recommendation and coming to Star Industries—this was indeed risky.

This was different from Senior Agina beside her.

The Silver Key Society was backed by the Alchemy Guild, which, though also a regulatory body for alchemical witches, was riddled with internal factions and complexity.

Agina’s family society, the Silver Ring, was one of the more powerful factions within the Alchemy Guild—so this dwarf witch had a fallback.

Even if she failed at Star Industries, she could still return home to inherit the family business and become a high-ranking official in the Alchemy Guild.

But the All-Seeing Eye wouldn’t give Daina a second chance—she had no regret pills to swallow.

In Christina’s view, this elf witch was dangerously reckless—even if she adored the Young Lady, she shouldn’t sacrifice her future for fandom.

Upon hearing the Primordial Witch’s question, Daina paused, then scratched her cheek.

“Actually, I have a family legacy too—I’m technically a Huntress Saint of the Crescent Arrow.”

Christina: “.”

The Primordial Witch fell silent.

The Crescent Arrow, the elite battle group of the elf witches, ranks among the top fifty in the entire witch world, making it the strongest T1 group below the three royal T0 groups, roughly equal in stature to the famed Wild Hunt.

Holy crap, Sister Dai Na, you’ve been hiding this well—who would’ve thought that this refined, scholarly genius actually comes from that top-tier battle group famed for its rangers and hunters?

Damn, I should’ve realized sooner—after all, Sister Dai Na’s template is the rare Moon Elf, which is practically the signature template of the Crescent Arrow.

Now I’m the only fool here.

So you rich kids are all abandoning your family businesses to come and steal jobs from us poor recent grads, is that it?

Christine silently looked up at the window.

From the cafeteria window, one could see the nearby Wonder Workshop; since a few days ago, this newly built facility had already begun operations, its massive magical fluctuations and constant forging roars leaving the interns restless but too afraid to ask questions.

The Original Witch watched the workshop and suddenly felt calm.

Hmm, if viewed from another angle, these rich-kid classmates were now all on the same starting line as her.

This is an age of fierce competition; a brand-new era is about to dawn.

Perhaps I, Christine, could one day become a new aristocratic family.

She thought this to herself.

“Will we really win?”

She asked herself inwardly.

“We will win.”

She answered herself again.

She wasn’t just confident in herself—she had absolute faith in the Young Lady.

She believed that the Fool she followed would be the absolute protagonist of the new era.

Christine remembered a phrase her father, the Emperor, had once taught her.

“True success certainly requires personal effort, but even more so, it depends on the choice of the age—sometimes, choosing right matters more than anything else.”

Now even the ancient aristocratic families have already made their investments ahead of time—this proves she chose correctly.

Hmm, victory is certain.

During the examination.