Chapter 965: Reversing Heaven and Earth

Dorothy pulled out her spellbook, then logged into the Forest Witch’s account with practiced ease, set the interface to exhibition mode, and displayed the spellbook to the opposite Moon Rabbit Knight.

Hmm, she’d wanted to use this smooth combo for a long time, but unfortunately, in the past she’d always blown her cover on people close to her—she’d just said she was the Forest Witch, and her family believed her instantly, never needing her to prove it.

And now, at last, she’d caught her chance.

Yes! Finally, it’s my turn to show off.

The House Witch was delighted.

In response, Lancelot immediately wore a look of profound shock.

This wasn’t acting—it was genuine astonishment.

Of course, she wasn’t shocked because Dorothy was the Forest Witch—she’d known that already—but rather by the absurdly long string of points in the Forest Witch’s account balance.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred million, trillion.

My lord above, is this the true value of a global idol?

The last time Lancelot saw so many points was on Nidhogg’s account—after all, the Dragon King was the founder of the Battle Magic system, and every witch studying Battle Magic had to pay her tuition.

But just because Nidhogg was rich didn’t mean the other Dragon Heads were too.

Though they were essentially one being, when separated, each Dragon Head lived independently—even sisters had to keep clear accounts.

And as a Storm Witch specializing in Battle Magic—

Hmm, library points? What do those have to do with Storm Witches? Aren’t Storm Witches supposed to just enjoy fighting?

Though she’d created many Divine Martial Arts, there were only a handful of Divine Warriors in the entire world—you couldn’t expect Divine Martial Arts techniques to sell well.

As for basic Battle Magic textbooks? Ha, do you think anyone else’s textbooks could sell after Nidhogg’s version came out?

Storm Witches shouldn’t even dream of making money from teaching—just go to the battlefield and work hard like bricklayers.

Of course, Lancelot wasn’t the only one stunned—the other spectators were all blinded by the endless string of digits.

Especially Alice, the little witch wore a dazed expression: “The rich lady is my sister? So I’m a super ultra mega-rich how-many-generations-down?”

Though she was a poor student, even a poor student understood the value of library points.

Even the real rich lady, Mia, looked genuinely enlightened—though the Radiant Dragon Witch had seen countless gold coins, she’d never seen so many points; even her mother, the Sage, didn’t have this many.

The succubus sisters, Madeline and Audrey, were nearly hearts in their eyes—after all, succubi naturally adored the strong, whether in power or intellect, and the latter was often more appealing; high education had always been a succubus’s charm voucher, and many succubus witches went around fishing and raising lovers just to support their beloved intelligent partners in their studies—truly touching.

Even the usually composed Long Ma couldn’t help widening her eyes—she suddenly understood why her daughter refused to inherit the family business: who’d want to be a second-generation rich when you could be the first?

She silently calculated how much her decades of hard work would amount to in points, then wore a defeated expression.

Bad—unless she worked harder to expand the family fortune, she’d be forced into retirement by her daughter.

Only Sophilia remained calm—after all, the Pure White Witch knew her mistress’s hyper-rodent personality; she suspected one of her mistress’s kinks was big numbers.

“Well, Lancelot, does this prove my identity?”

Dorothy had enjoyed her show-off, blinked her eyes, and was pleased with everyone’s reactions.

Actually, her points hadn’t been this high before—but over the past half-year, she’d grown too fast, inspiration pouring in nonstop, forcing her into a grind mode: her Witch series spells updated daily, leaving fans begging her to slow down, rest, take a break—they couldn’t keep up with the points or their wallets.

The House Witch, of course, was a fan-loving witch, so she switched from one update per week to one per day—but seeing her spell list now nearing a thousand saved drafts, she considered switching to two updates per day.

What? Too many updates and fans can’t afford them?

Hmm, then perhaps those so-called Witch fans should reflect on whether they’ve worked hard enough these past years. Ha.

Anyway, I’m already squeezing you so hard—why aren’t you turning from fans to haters yet? It’s so lonely being the only hater in the comments, fighting the whole world alone.

Dorothy genuinely hoped her fans would soon see through the Forest Witch’s merchant nature, but somehow, despite the comments daily screaming “we’re eating dirt,” she kept seeing the damn point balance on her backend climb higher and higher.

Come on—if you’re all eating dirt, who’s buying these spells?

Yet she’d also noticed that recently, magical research papers on the Magic Web Library had exploded—several times more numerous than before, with all sorts of bizarre magical theories achieving breakthroughs, as if everyone was now doing scientific research and writing papers.

Was the age of the Research Witch finally arriving?

Otherwise, why would these people grind so hard on research unless they were trying to earn points to pay me fan fees?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Who’d voluntarily work overtime just to save up for idol merch? I never went this crazy even when I bought figurines and paid for my wife.

“It’s more than enough.”

Lancelot calmed herself slightly, nodded, and her earlier flicker of “disdain” transformed into “respect”—as if she’d finally truly seen the House Witch.

“If you’re the Forest Witch, then you’re certainly qualified to be a judge for this competition.”

She said.

Dorothy: “.”

The House Witch sighed in relief—but also felt a small disappointment.

“Um… don’t you need to test me or something?”

She asked again, with a hint of hopeful anticipation.

Ideally, it’d be Lancelot’s personal test.

Mainly because she’d been short on experience lately—after licking the martial teachings from Long Ma and the Hero Adam, she wanted to test the strength of this First Knight.

Of course, she couldn’t possibly win—that was unquestionable.

But with her talent for “diligence compensating for lack of talent,” even if she lost, she’d still gain experience—just snagging one or two moves would be a massive profit.

Lancelot: “.”

The Moon Rabbit Knight was momentarily speechless—she saw right through Dorothy’s hopeful gaze.

But she’d only been playing hard to get, not actually trying to become the villain—better to stop while ahead; pushing further would lower her favor.

So she decisively shook her head.

“No need for a test—it’s just the Youth Division, not the Ruleless Division. Your level is already sufficient.”

Lancelot said, then grabbed Guinevere beside her and stepped forward into the arena.

“Enough standing at the gate—the match is about to start. Time to get to work.”

She said.

Dorothy reluctantly pulled herself together and slipped her hand out of her pocket, letting go of the Hundred-Head Slayer.

Too bad—she’d wanted to test the new toy’s power.

If Lancelot had agreed to the test, and followed the usual master’s method—lowering her power to match Dorothy’s level—Dorothy had a hunch that this birthday gift from her father might deliver a big surprise.

Though she didn’t know why the Hundred-Head Slayer, clearly a weapon with dragon-specific efficacy, would work on Lancelot, the Moon Rabbit—probably because the Round Table Knights had some hidden dragon-related talent or specialty; after all, they were under the Dragon King’s command, so it made sense.

“Then Dorothy, come with me.”

Long Ma beamed at her daughter and waved her over.

The House Witch quickly bid farewell to her sisters and trotted happily behind her mother.

The thought that a 16-year-old little witch had become a judge in the Youth Division made her slightly excited—she wondered what expression Inanna and the others would wear when they saw her on the judging panel. It’d be hilarious.

“Hey, Mother, who do you think will win this competition?”

On the way to the judging panel, Dorothy asked curiously.

“Of course I support Rose—she has the strength to win, but she’s always been lazy; I don’t know if she’ll fight seriously this time. Still, even if she doesn’t win the title, top three is guaranteed.”

Euphelia said with exasperation.

“Um… Rose? Um… Teacher? She’s competing too?”

Dorothy blinked twice before remembering Rose was her spider teacher’s nickname—then she was stunned.

Wait—teacher fighting below, student judging above—is that even appropriate?

This truly reversed heaven and earth.

But remembering how her spider teacher had tormented her during her entrance exam, the House Witch smiled.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—the tides truly turn. My dear teacher, you wouldn’t want—

The Lord of the Eastern Isles’ smile turned sinister.

Hmm, better send a message to urge the teacher to write her textbook fast—or else I’ll make her life hard later.

She pulled out her spellbook and sent a message to her spider teacher.

【Forest Sprite: Teacher, good luck in the match! Also, watch the judging panel later—there’s a surprise.】

The reply came instantly.

【I’ll Spend My Life with Dolls: You ungrateful student actually know I’m competing today?】

【I’ll Spend My Life with Dolls: Spider raising front claw to show muscles.jpg】

【I’ll Spend My Life with Dolls: Watch me dominate later.】

【I’ll Spend My Life with Dolls: What surprise? Never mind, don’t tell me yet—I want to keep the anticipation.】

【I’ll Spend My Life with Dolls: Spider happily weaving silk to control dolls dancing.jpg】

Dorothy ended the chat, hoping her teacher wouldn’t be so startled during their meeting that she’d underperform.

Long Ma, watching her daughter’s actions, instantly saw the mischief and shook her head.

“Rose is such a homebody—she only competes once in a blue moon. Don’t scare her later.”

“Hehe, Mother, you say that, but I’m just giving Teacher the best seat in the house to cheer her on—she’ll be so moved she’ll perform beyond her limits.”

The House Witch said with a grin, then checked today’s match list.

Hmm, Miss Inanna had indeed made the top ten—guaranteed. I’ll cheer for her hard later.

Too bad Aunt Purple didn’t seem to be competing.

Um…

Dorothy’s gaze suddenly sharpened as she noticed a name on the list.

“Nibelungen—this mysterious Pillar of Power is clearly no ordinary fighter.”

She thought, and began to look forward to the upcoming matches.

Soon, the mother and daughter passed through the entrance corridor, nearing the judging panel—and before entering, Dorothy quietly pulled a cloth dragon puppet from her pocket and hugged it close.

Hmm, the judge this time is none other than the Witch of the Woods, and I, Dorothy, am merely her mount.

“Come this way.”

When the House Witch was ready, Lancelot, already seated in the chief judge’s chair, waved to them and asked the other judges.

“Ladies and gentlemen, upon my joint recommendation with Lady Euphelia, we have temporarily added two special guest judges. Any objections?”

Naturally, the other judges shook their heads in unison.

Though every judge was at least an Upper Peak, and all were famous top-tier dueling stars, not even a handful of Upper Peaks would dare contradict this First Knight, the original Round Table knight.

Who among those who reached this realm hasn’t lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years? They wouldn’t act on impulse by publicly challenging their leader—that would be slapping their face.

Still, the judges couldn’t help but glance curiously at the so-called special guests.

First was Guinevere. Though this guest wore a maid’s outfit, it felt odd—yet in the witch world, clothing was free, and masters were even freer. Not even a maid’s outfit would raise an eyebrow, let alone going bare.

Well, mainly because none of the judges could see through the mysterious maid’s true power—clearly, she was a master beyond the Peak. For her to serve as judge was an honor to the Dueling Championship.

And the other one—

Dorothy felt the gaze of the masters upon her, and she raised the puppet dragon in her hands.

“The Witch of the Woods said she came to gather material.”

She hurried to say so.

At the same time, the gemstone eyes of the puppet dragon in her hands glowed brightly.

Though it had a cute, doll-like dragon form, Miss Witch of the Woods still bowed gracefully to the judges.

“My lords, I’ve recently been trying to research dueling magic, so I apologize for the intrusion.”

Immediately, Dorothy felt the judges’ gazes grow scorching—she had the sense of being surrounded by a pack of wolves.

“Witch, please take your seat.”

“Witch, sit here by me.”

“Witch, could you sign my autograph?”

No one could refuse the Witch of the Woods, especially after she had customized war magic for the battle squads before.

Dueling witches needed customized spells even more than battle squads did, so the judges—all top-tier dueling stars—stared hungrily at the puppet dragon, their enthusiasm nearly dripping like water.

Dorothy: “...”

Oh no, what do I do now that I’m surrounded by beautiful big sisters?

Fan meeting.