[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-948":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},2354488,4604,"Chapter 948: Astrós","armed-witch-chapter-948",948,"\u003Cp>Dorothy had no idea what the Empress before her was thinking; the home witch was eagerly anticipating what rare ingredients she might find in the secret treasury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come on, she’d just acquired a strange flame—wasn’t she supposed to refine a pill? No, wait, make a meal to warm up the pot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, nothing unusual occurred along the way; under Guinevere’s guidance, they leisurely admired the various arrangements within the Dragon King’s Palace, eventually arriving at the location of the treasure vault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, on the outside, it was an unremarkable palace, nowhere particularly eye-catching within the entire Dragon King’s Palace; had it not been for the Empress leading them, Dorothy and the others would never have guessed such an inconspicuous building was the Dragon King’s secret treasury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was truly secret—great concealment hides in plain sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy rubbed her chin, musing thus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, there wasn’t even a single guard at the vault’s entrance—who could’ve imagined such an ordinary place concealed treasures?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again, it made sense: witch architecture was fundamentally different from normal human structures; under the influence of spatial magic, the interior space bore no relation whatsoever to the exterior form—perhaps the outside looked like a matchbox, while inside lay an entire world within a room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The home witch noted this lesson well; if she ever had a treasure vault of her own, she’d hide it the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, hopefully one day she’d be rich enough to need a dedicated vault for her treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, all of you, step inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guinevere stepped forward and pushed open the palace’s massive doors, beckoning everyone in; Dorothy and the others hurried after her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, so the inside is just an ordinary palace too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After entering, the group stared at the luxurious interior, momentarily baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Empress simply led them straight to a painting hanging on the palace wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, we’ve arrived—this is the entrance to the secret treasury.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy curiously scanned the surroundings; she saw nothing resembling an entrance, and finally fixed her gaze on the painting before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I get it—this is the classic ‘world within a painting’ setup?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She examined the painting closely: it depicted a half-length portrait of a voluptuous beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, the style resembled the world-famous Mona Lisa’s smile from her past life, yet the smiling woman in the painting was far more dignified and beautiful than Mona Lisa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy glanced several more times at the woman in the painting, then turned to look at her senior, Mia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior, this woman in the painting looks a bit like you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Princess smiled in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That would indeed be my honor—the woman in this painting is my ancestor, Astrós.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She introduced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Dorothy suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wow, so this was the real Wealth Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, that made sense—the entrance to the treasury was disguised as the image of the Wealth Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she suspected, Guinevere reached out and gently tapped the painting’s frame; instantly, Astrós within the painting “came alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-static figure suddenly turned her eyes toward the group and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Password?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you diet and exercise today to lose weight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Empress replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy’s eyes widened; she was utterly stunned by this so-called password—wait, this was the Dragon King’s secret treasury, a place of such grandeur, and you use such a mundane password?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, do witches even need to diet and exercise to lose weight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt too drained to even complain internally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless of what the little witches thought, the voluptuous beauty in the painting nodded slightly upon hearing the password, then opened her arms and embraced the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, Dorothy truly felt as if she’d been hugged—the soft, plump sensation against her face was mesmerizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She merely felt dazed, and the next thing she knew, they appeared inside the treasure—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside a bathtub?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, Dorothy rubbed her eyes; she hadn’t imagined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the thing was enormous—its surface rivaling a vast lake—it was still, unmistakably, a bathtub, no matter how big it was; even if the Three Kings arrived, it was still just a bathtub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only difference? The tub wasn’t filled with bathwater—it was filled with bathmoney.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, a bathtub brimming with gold coins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy cow, with a tub this big completely filled, how much money must be inside?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Dorothy was dazzled by this overwhelming wealth, she soon heard Guinevere’s irritated voice beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Astrós, can’t you ever stop being so perverse? Every time we enter, we appear from some ridiculous place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the home witch’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, so the legendary Wealth Goddess is really here? No way—I must pay proper homage, beg her to bless me with explosive fortune, so I find money the moment I step outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mia, beside her, was equally excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after scanning the surroundings, they saw nothing but money and rock walls—no sign of a person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until a voice, thunderous yet unexpectedly pleasant, echoed from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just came at the wrong time—it’s my bath hour right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky suddenly darkened, for a massive face had appeared atop the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the face was terrifyingly huge, its skin was surprisingly flawless, with virtually no visible pores; after all, giants in human eyes were utterly repulsive—every hair on their faces looked coarse, every pore and pockmark horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like how you shouldn’t examine a human face under a magnifying glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this face in the sky could withstand magnification—it was perfection pushed to its ultimate limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon closer inspection, Dorothy realized this face was unmistakably Astrós, the very same one from the painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why did the Wealth Goddess’s face seem upside-down?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The home witch was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly had an epiphany.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked down at her own chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, if a few ants were standing on her chest and looking up at her face, they’d see nearly the same scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wow, I’m such an idiot—I recognized the bathtub but didn’t realize a bathtub is meant for bathing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once she realized this, her perception of the surroundings shifted entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, these two mountains were truly majestic, genuine natural wonders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, they were standing right on the Wealth Goddess’s body—if a Dragon Witch grew powerful enough and shed all restraint, she’d become this grand, godlike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Astrós’s eyes, which had just left Guinevere, turned toward the little witches, lingering briefly on two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, Nidhogg’s mark, and this—this is the scent of the Golden Trial.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She first looked at Dorothy, then at Mia, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impudent—you should call Her Majesty ‘Father King’ and address me as ‘Mother Queen.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guinevere immediately frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having nearly slipped up moments ago, she now paid close attention to details, immediately asserting her Empress’s authority to correct them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes yes yes, my bunny-girl-loving Mother Queen, why are you dressed as a maid again? Off to meet your little lover?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrós in the sky laughed, shaking with mirth, causing the earth and mountains to tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a beautiful sight—but Dorothy and the others trembled with fear, terrified they’d be crushed between the two mountains; such a death would be absurdly funny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this Wealth Goddess’s personality seemed wildly different from expectations—was she really this bold? Even teasing the Empress, her own mother?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Dorothy didn’t know whether this Dragon King’s daughter was born to the Empress or another concubine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And could you all giants please stop dropping such explosive private gossip? We don’t want to know these kinds of secrets!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy’s face had gone pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she usually enjoyed gossip, too big a scoop could choke you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Guinevere was a bunny-girl enthusiast? That kink was weird—but somehow thrilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what lover? The Empress actually has a lover? No wonder you’re so practiced at disguising yourself as a maid—but who the hell is bold enough to cuckold the Dragon King?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait, are these really things we little witches should know? We’re still children!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, didn’t hear it, didn’t hear it, won’t listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They immediately fixed their eyes on their noses, their noses on their hearts, acting like obedient children, terrified of being silenced by the giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet each of them had their ears perked up high, determined to eat the gossip even if it killed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Audrey, tone it down—you still need to play along with the fourth path! Don’t let your fox ears stick up so high.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy reached out and pressed down on her junior’s twitching fox ears; they were nearly as erect as rabbit ears—don’t trigger Guinevere’s kink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For such teasing from her “daughter,” Guinevere grew even angrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, what’s wrong with me liking fluffiness? At least I’m not a fetishist exhibitionist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft—we’re all just perfected bad habits; who’s better than whom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, exhibitionist? I’m bathing in my own bathroom—what did I do to you? It’s you lot who keep intruding on my territory every other day!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mother and daughter spent five minutes hurling insults and exposing each other’s flaws, leaving Dorothy and the others thoroughly entertained—and even more terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can we even survive leaving the treasure vault?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to seriously consider this question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the “mother and daughter” soon grew tired of bickering; neither gained the upper hand, and finally, they each called a truce, agreeing to resume the battle another day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, the food storage is over there—Mother Queen, you know the way, lead them. I still need to bathe and change, then head to the banquet in style.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrós snorted, then extended a colossal arm, pointing toward a distant location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Dorothy and Mia froze, both hearing the Wealth Goddess’s voice directly in their ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the House Witch, the voice said: “Sister, help yourself to any ingredients—don’t be shy. I left a little gift beside the fridge. Happy birthday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Mia, it said: “Among those ungrateful descendants, there’s still a child like you—good. Hold fast to your choice. I have great faith in you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before either could reply, another wave of dizziness swept over them—they had left the Wealth Goddess’s bathroom and arrived at—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, looks like the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy glanced around again and confirmed this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally understood: this so-called Secret Treasury of the Dragon King was actually Astros’s home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense—after all, she was the Wealth Goddess. Her house was naturally filled with treasures; calling it a Secret Treasury was no exaggeration. Even her bathwater was made of gold coins. One couldn’t help but cry out: “Goddess, could I have your used bathwater?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the bathwater was like that, the House Witch certainly couldn’t pretend to be virtuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now that she understood the truth of the Secret Treasury, she didn’t need Guinevere to guide her to the ingredient storage—Dorothy already knew exactly where to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, the kitchen? I know that place well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the Goddess herself just said the gift was beside the fridge. That little present—how embarrassing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, Goddess, you could’ve just handed me a bit of your bathwater. I’m not greedy at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy excitedly rubbed her hands together, thinking this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, like ants wandering through a giant’s home, they began their long journey from the living room to the kitchen, flying for a long while before finally reaching the towering “refrigerator,” standing over ten thousand meters high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, though Astros complained about everyone dropping by her house, she was surprisingly kind—she’d even placed a tiny door on the fridge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the towering, mountain-like Goddess, this was a mousehole. But to Dorothy and the others, no bigger than ants, the door was already grand and imposing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guinevere stepped forward and pushed open the door. Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wow. Golden legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the door, an endless torrent of golden light burst forth—a vast, overwhelming stream of magical power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good grief. Even the mere leakage of magical power from the ingredients alone was terrifying. The taste once eaten? The House Witch couldn’t even imagine it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy took a deep breath and immediately felt her mana surge by hundreds of mana units. She was now as happy as a mouse fallen into a rice bin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sisters, the joy of crawling through a mousehole? Absolutely worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But wait—what exactly did the Goddess say she’d given me as a gift?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy didn’t rush into the fridge. Instead, she flew upward along its side, and atop its snow-covered surface, she found the so-called “little gift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. Now this is truly golden legend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at the colossal golden pot—large enough to boil an entire world—the House Witch fell into deep thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need to say more. I’ll carry this pot. Goddess, you’re so generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden pot forged entirely of magic-infused gold? Which cook could possibly refuse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The House Witch is now carrying the pot.\u003C\u002Fp>",2119,"2026-06-21T03:49:48.467Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","69409d6877f99ede4cc866e04a17157292a92d149c3e6e4a2ba8f7117373f49f","armed-witch-chapter-949","armed-witch-chapter-947",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]