Chapter 993: The Dragon Emperor

Dorothy cooked a pot of good soup.

Well, to be precise, she made a pot of good magic potion.

To her, making a witch’s potion was no different from boiling soup—both involved a classic magic cauldron, tossing in various spiritual ingredients, stirring with a wand, and ending up with a chaotic stew.

Of course, this was the ancient witch’s traditional method; modern young witches were more refined, using measuring cups, test tubes, weighing and extracting ingredients, giving it the vibe of a chemistry lab.

But Dorothy preferred to go with the flow—she favored the old alchemist’s style of “too much salt? Add water. Too much water? Add salt.” Or perhaps she could start her own sub-school in potion-making: the Culinary Alchemist.

Hmm, let’s not worry about the potion’s effect yet—first, it must taste delicious.

“Wow, I smell amazing.”

As Dorothy lifted the lid, dazzling golden magical light burst from the pot. The hundred-headed serpent Patmelah flicked its tongue, sensing the mouthwatering aroma in the air, and couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.

Hmm, her eyes were the main ingredient of this potion.

Though she’d been surprised when the House Witch pulled out that golden pot—after all, it looked like a cooking wok, not a potion cauldron—now…

It really does smell good.

Unfortunately, no matter how strange the method or how delicious the taste, this was still a legitimate specialized potion—and thus couldn’t be shared. The House Witch had to drink it all herself to ensure its full effect.

“Then I’ll drink it first.”

Amid a circle of onlookers drooling uncontrollably, Dorothy patted her still-round belly, gripped the massive golden pot with both hands, and downed the entire pot of serpent-eye soup—no, the Intimidation Eye Potion—in one gulp.

But as the potion slowly went down, her once nearly ten-months-pregnant belly gradually shrank, returning to her original slender dragon-serpent waist, the defined abdominal lines beneath her witch’s robe beautifully visible.

As her belly shrank, Dorothy’s previously soft, flirtatious peach eyes gradually sharpened into something stern and commanding.

Though the shape of her eyes hadn’t changed, her once clearly human pupils had transformed into a chilling golden serpent’s gaze—well, actually, a dragon’s gaze, since the Serpent Emperor was fundamentally a dragon, despite its snake-like appearance.

Of course, as a Dragon Witch, Dorothy had always possessed the Dragon Eye—but previously, it merely enhanced her vision and could intimidate others, making them feel psychological pressure from gazing upon a dragon.

Hmm, just psychological pressure—anyone with a modicum of courage could easily overcome it.

And originally, Dorothy’s Dragon Eye was just a normal golden vertical pupil—but now, this commanding gaze seemed to have undergone some transformation, as if its resolution had jumped from 1080p to 8K, faintly exuding the noble aura of Sophilia’s Eye of Fate.

It’s a visual effect—she added special effects to her eyes.

Even though it still looked like a dragon’s eye, it somehow radiated an unmistakable nobility and authority.

Dorothy felt the potion she’d just swallowed mixing with the unknown tail meat’s residual power still lingering in her belly. The fusion created a unique force that surged straight toward her eyes, rapidly reshaping them.

At first, the House Witch only felt a slight itch in her eyes; she instinctively rubbed them—but soon the itch escalated to unbearable levels, as if countless ants were crawling across her eyeballs, then began biting.

“Sss…”

The excruciating pain made Dorothy gasp sharply, then she decisively bundled the sensation away.

“Little Four, take care of it.”

The Fairy King: “...”

In the realm of consciousness, the broken Long Wang seated on the bone throne, chatting with the Moon Goddess Little Five, twitched her eyelid. She wanted to curse, but Long Ma was innocent.

Yet as an Unyielding Soul, she was undeniably professional—even this sensation of ten thousand ants devouring her eyes could kill an ordinary person, yet she merely clenched the bone throne’s armrest slightly, her expression unchanged, not even furrowing her brow, continuing her idle chat with the Moon Goddess.

Hmm, she was just used to enduring pressure. Head can fall, blood can flow, but the elder sister’s dignity must be preserved. She wouldn’t embarrass herself in front of sweet, obedient Little Five.

Of course, outwardly she smiled, while inwardly she was furiously private-messaging her own shameless self, hurling every curse imaginable.

But Dorothy was clearly long accustomed to the Fairy King’s greetings—after all, who gets angry at themselves for cursing themselves? She wasn’t truly schizophrenic—just self-deprecating.

Without the pain, the House Witch instinctively opened her eyes and looked as usual toward her sisters.

But this time, she truly saw silence.

The sisters, unable to share the meal, were drinking tea to soothe their cravings.

Yet as Dorothy’s gaze fell upon them, they froze, then slightly bowed their waists.

But Sophilia quickly straightened again, resuming her tea-drinking motion—though her movements slowed, as if bearing a mountain’s weight.

Miss Mia and Madeline took more effort to straighten up; cracks appeared on the chairs beneath them and the floor, and their teacups developed fine fissures. They had to set the cups down, stabilize their posture with grim expressions, leaving only the ability to blink.

Soon, the sound of wood snapping came from the side—it was Audrey and Alice.

The chairs beneath the two sisters shattered completely, and large cracks spread across the ground beneath their feet.

The little fox, however, had already planted her nine tails against the floor the moment her chair broke—she’d clearly been startled and was now in full fluff mode, yet she still held her position, using her tails as a seat.

But Alice, lacking a tail—she hadn’t entered werewolf form—sat squarely on the floor. She struggled to rise, yet felt immense pressure, failing several attempts, and finally settled into a duck-sitting position.

Meanwhile, Long Ma and Mavis were completely unaffected. The Dragon Queen sipped tea calmly, while the Time Dragon Witch used tea-drinking to hide her drooling—she never expected the young mistress could make a potion so fragrant.

In her memory, potions were always revolting—strange textures, bizarre tastes, utterly unbearable. If not for their battlefield necessity, she’d never touch such disgusting things.

To Mavis, taking potions was pure suffering. If there was any other way, she’d never drink them.

This wasn’t just her view—it was the world’s consensus. Most witches carried potions routinely, but never drank them unless absolutely necessary.

First, potions were precious—good things shouldn’t be wasted. Second, they were genuinely disgusting, causing physiological revulsion.

But if all potions tasted as mouthwatering as the young mistress’s pot just now, the potion school would enter a golden age, and every witch would become a pill-popping addict.

“Tsk, the young mistress is as versatile as rumored—her potion skills are this impressive too?”

Mavis’s admiration was nearly spilling out, yet the more she admired, the more it hurt.

Sigh, why did it have to be the young mistress?

Meanwhile, Dorothy noticed her sisters’ odd behavior. She was puzzled for a moment, then realized it must be her own doing—so she quickly closed her eyes and used her spirit to perceive her surroundings.

Indeed, as soon as she closed her eyes, the sisters exhaled in relief; Alice finally scrambled to her feet.

“Sis, is your new specialty this powerful? I felt like a mountain crushed me—few magic eyes are this strong.”

The little witch patted her backside, brushing off dust from sitting on the floor, and asked eagerly.

“Was that dragon aura? I didn’t know dragon aura could affect physical reality?”

Miss Mia was surprised.

She too was a Dragon Witch and familiar with dragon aura—but she’d always used it as psychological intimidation. It worked wonders on weaker foes, terrifying entire groups into fainting—but against equals or stronger opponents, its effect was mediocre.

“Hmm, it felt a bit like a gravity spell, but upon closer thought, it was different.”

Madeline was also astonished. As a Storm Witch, she often trained in gravity chambers to strengthen her body, so she was very familiar with gravity magic.

When the young mistress looked at her, she felt crushing pressure—as if suddenly thrown into a gravity chamber under maximum load—but after careful sensing, she realized it differed from pure gravity magic. If it were just a gravity spell, she should’ve adapted long ago, not struggled so hard to resist.

Still, this seemed like better training than gravity spells.

“It does resemble gravity magic, but also the Sovereign’s Curse from spirit magic, and even resembles my Domination Magic Eye. Sister, you’re incredible.”

Audrey’s eyes sparkled with admiration and reverence.

The Sovereign’s Curse was a popular spell in the Spirit School—a spell that made targets feel as if they were facing an emperor, overwhelming their spirit and instinctively compelling them to kneel and bow.

It was a highly insulting spell, but who cared? The Spirit School was among the top three schools. Their witches were elites, often arrogant, fond of humiliating others and savoring the worship of inferiors.

“It’s not just gravity magic or the Sovereign’s Curse. The young mistress’s gaze didn’t just intimidate body and soul—it also struck the heart. Its effect resembles the Divine Aura Spell. So this is a power that simultaneously affects body, soul, and heart.”

Finally, Sophilia spoke.

The Divine Aura Spell was a classic divine spell, used by religions for proselytizing. It didn’t target the body or soul—it pierced the heart, making believers sense the god’s greatness, realize their own insignificance, and gradually become devout.

The Pure White Witch had felt the same effect from the young mistress’s gaze: the dragon aura truly altered reality, producing pressure like gravity magic, stirring the urge to kneel like spirit magic, but most importantly, it touched their hearts, planting a trace of admiration for the young mistress—making them willingly submit.

First the body, then the soul, finally the core heart—layered, escalating. No wonder it was so hard to resist.

Had she not been an expert in manipulating faith herself, she wouldn’t have recognized the mechanism so quickly—and her resistance wouldn’t have been so effortless.

After hearing her sisters’ analysis, the House Witch nodded.

The itching and pain in her eyes had mostly subsided—indicating the Intimidation Eye specialization had fully evolved. She sensed her eyes: though externally unchanged, internally they had undergone a qualitative transformation, and now understood their new ability.

Hmm, as expected—the Serpent Emperor’s eyes were too powerful, causing the specialization to mutate.

If it were just a normal Intimidation Eye, the potion’s power alone would’ve let her gain it for free—no additional mana needed.

But that would’ve been a complete waste of the Serpent Emperor’s eyes.

Of course, if Dorothy had been low on mana, wasting it would’ve been unavoidable.

But she’d just accumulated a surplus of mana with nowhere to spend it—so the abundant power of the Serpent Emperor’s eyes fused with her excess mana, triggering a new mutation, flipping the script and letting the Serpent Emperor’s eyes dominate.

Thus, accurately speaking, the specialization Dorothy evolved wasn’t the planned Intimidation Eye—but a brand-new, unique specialization.

“Wow, excellent, little one. I recognize your talent and potion technique—you’ve truly inherited my magic eye—the Dragon Emperor’s Eye.”

From within the Hundred-Headed Serpent, Patmelah’s voice rang out, pleasantly surprised.

“My magic eye is one of the strongest Golden Magic Eyes—borderline Jade Rank. You’re incredibly lucky. And you’ve got the Dragon God Bone from Ti Feng too—you’ve got the full set.”

Simultaneously, on Dorothy’s identity card, new text slowly appeared.

【Dragon Emperor’s Eye (SSR): No need to explain—those who possess this magic eye are born as the Dragon Emperor. It is the symbol of destiny and talent. The Emperor’s Gaze is the path to invincibility. Your dragon aura strength is greatly amplified. Your leadership is greatly amplified. After fulfilling your destiny, the Dragon Emperor’s Eye will evolve again.】

Though labeled SSR, the glow of this specialization had turned multicolored; the “SSR” letters flickered, faintly revealing the letters “UR.”

Holy shit, borderline divine power? The Serpent Emperor wasn’t boasting—this truly reached borderline Jade Rank strength.

The House Witch was astonished.

Though Mid-Autumn has passed, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival anyway.