[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-996":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},2354536,4604,"Chapter 996: The God-King Appears","armed-witch-chapter-996",996,"\u003Cp>“Cindy, don’t drag me into this—if Master God-King finds out, I’m done for.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Ni, the senior, strongly resisted the House Witch’s arrangement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the God-King’s avatar in the Netherworld calls himself White Constable—so the title Black Constable clearly isn’t something anyone can use; misusing it truly invites heavenly retribution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This isn’t a joke—Master God-King is practically the embodiment of cosmic law; defying Him is defying the Dao itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, in the Witch’s view, if the severity of defying the God-King were ranked, then openly cursing His name might go unnoticed, but impersonating Cindy, stealing her identity—this would surely draw the God-King’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those are clearly a couple’s titles—how dare you misuse them? Look in the mirror—do you even qualify?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Cindy herself asked her to play the role, who knows if Master God-King might secretly hold a grudge over it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asa Fan Ni’s mind raced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew the Black Constable identity was a gift from Master God-King to Cindy—and now Cindy had temporarily lent it to her. Huh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even someone as insane as she was knew this was an absolute taboo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, it’s not that serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the clown mask on Senior Fan Ni’s face twist into a terrified expression, Dorothy sighed and scratched her head—but then remembered how her elder sister’s care for her had grown almost pathological, and she had to admit the senior’s concern had some merit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I won’t force you, then. But then—how do we get the Black Constable, Grand Inquisitor, to make his entrance? Grand Inquisitors are Sage-tier powerhouses; I can’t possibly portray one. Only you have that kind of aura and dignity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The House Witch grew troubled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even her strongest Yellow Robe Lord form was only Upper Apex-tier—still far from Sage level. She simply couldn’t project the overwhelming presence a Grand Inquisitor should have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if she were performing before weaklings, Upper Apex might suffice—but the ones she’d invited to this meeting weren’t just her own Inquisitor squad; they included several close friends who were also Grand Inquisitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Grand Inquisitors are usually Apex-tier themselves; those she was close to were mostly Upper Apex. So Yellow Robe Lord’s power was barely enough—it might expose flaws to sharp-eyed observers and destabilize the Black Constable’s disguise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was absolutely unacceptable. The Black Constable’s disguise must not fall—after all, if the Young Lady became the Clown Grand Inquisitor, one could at least explain it away as favoritism from Dragon Mom. Worst case, people might secretly envy, resent, and mutter “damn favoritist,” but no one would dare say it aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a Grand Inquisitor—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How powerful a backer does one need to be directly appointed as a Grand Inquisitor? Remember, the Court of Judgement’s Grand Inquisitors are appointed directly by the Three Kings—they’re among the rare few who can contact the Three Kings directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if the Black Constable’s disguise were blown, it would expose Dorothy’s direct connection to the Three Kings. And if, at that moment, ancient sages like Ifrit, Qiong, or Coelia—who always “accidentally” reminded her to put on a coat when it got cold—suddenly “lost themselves” and blurted out that she had once been the God-King’s sister—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image was too beautiful; Dorothy dared not imagine it. It was worse than the Forest Witch’s disguise being exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then we can only delay the Black Constable’s appearance for now. Sigh—I was hoping to borrow the Grand Inquisitor’s prestige to attract sponsors more easily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The House Witch sighed, resigned to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, since Cindy you’re begging me so hard, I can’t just stand by. I won’t be your body double myself, but I can lend you my body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her master’s distress, Fan Ni softened a little. She recalled how she’d always claimed to protect Cindy, yet every time it mattered, she vanished—truly embarrassing. If she didn’t act now, she’d become a joke. So she finally spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her words startled Dorothy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, lend me your body? Here? Now? Senior, I’m about to call everyone here for the meeting—they’ll arrive any moment!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The House Witch nearly dropped the senior right then, stammering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wow, she never thought the always-blustering cowardly senior had gotten this bold—but sorry, Senior, our relationship hasn’t reached that level yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Witch: “.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Dorothy’s words, the senior’s clown face flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you thinking, Cindy? Is your brain filled with nothing but trash? I mean lend you my body—you’re my master, aren’t you? Masters can control their familiars’ bodies, you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asa Fan Ni, flustered and annoyed, unleashed her tentacle fists and pummeled the House Witch relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is this idiot Cindy thinking? Does she think I’m that easy to finish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft, sure, she admits Cindy is outstanding—but as the future Fourth King, she has her own pride. She’s not like those other girls who fall so easily. To win her body? Not even close. Cindy still needs to raise her affection level. Right now, they’re just best friends beyond friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d meant to speak seriously, but Dorothy’s interruption had scrambled her thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, you want me to operate your body? That… might work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing the senior’s explanation, Dorothy exhaled in relief and began considering the proposal’s feasibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, she’d almost forgotten the senior was her familiar. As a master, she could indeed use her permissions to control her familiar’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the senior was far stronger than her—the familiar contract between them was nominal at best. Unless the senior consented, Dorothy couldn’t touch her at all. She’d never actually experienced controlling a familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, if the senior willingly lowered her resistance, she could try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hmm, let me prepare first—I’m a bit nervous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Cindy agree, Fan Ni grew nervous herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, surrendering full control of one’s body to another was incredibly intense—it was like handing over one’s life. If they weren’t already trusted best friends, the Witch would never risk such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was truly her first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cindy, I must warn you—my body is unusual. You might not withstand it. If you feel overwhelmed, withdraw immediately. Don’t be stubborn. I’m not joking—it’s dangerous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asa Fan Ni took several deep breaths, steadied her nerves, then spoke seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just because she was insane now—contacting her could risk corruption or contamination. More so, her very existence was ill-omened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was an unforeseen Fate King, born from the Witch’s sins, the embodiment of calamity and sin’s end. Illusions and terror were her powers—and her essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her power itself was a curse. Her current madness likely stemmed from how vicious the curse was—even it refused to spare her. How much less could others endure it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to Cindy being a Saint’s soul, possessing the miraculous Heart Contract, and holding the Bodhisattva mindset of the Eastern Universe, her resistance was astonishing—and she’d already acquired the Outer God’s rank bestowed by her. Otherwise, the Witch would never let her control her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t stinginess—it was simply too dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those without the qualification couldn’t even enter—just touching a fragment of her power could be instantly devoured, leaving only scraps as nourishment for her many nightmare incarnations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mm-hmm, don’t be fooled by how pathetic she’s seemed—she’s truly terrifying and dangerous. Don’t ever treat the future King like a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood. I’ll be careful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy took the warning seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she mocked the senior daily for losing high-tier battles, she knew it was only because those battles were too high—she wasn’t weak; the Three Kings were simply too strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one understood the Witch Senior’s terror better than Dorothy, who lived with her daily. Even when the senior held back around her, the faintest leakage of her power’s essence still sent chills down Dorothy’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an end-force capable of returning the entire world to chaos—the purest, most extreme destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the mighty Three Kings had been trapped at the threshold of godhood for years—but the senior, even doing nothing, would inevitably ascend within fifty years. Her strength and uniqueness were undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh—often, the joke characters are the strongest. Though the senior has been mocked, anyone who truly treats her as a joke will be the real fool when the End King finally descends in fifty years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Dorothy took several deep breaths, calmed herself, then spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior, I’m ready. You can begin anytime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm, I’m ready too. Try entering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the Witch lowered her defenses, preparing for Cindy’s arrival—though her clown mask still flushed faintly red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’m coming in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy nodded. In her soul-sea, the soul encircled by the sun opened its eyes and rose from the lotus throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saint’s soul began walking through the void, following the master-familiar link—each step she took bloomed a lotus beneath her bare feet, carrying her forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior, can’t you revert to human form first? This look is hindering me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The House Witch gazed at Senior Fan Ni still in her clown mask and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hindering you? Get in now, or I’ll—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already nervous and shy, the Witch grew irritated, gritting her teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before she finished speaking, a warm, vast sun burst into her world, illuminating the black nightmare filled with countless unspeakable god-monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-you played dirty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asa Fan Ni was furious at the unexpected ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the House Witch before her grinned smugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s dirty? That’s decisive action. And honestly, Senior—you kinda like this, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, from that annoying grin, it was clear the Fairy King now controlled the body—since the Witch’s true self had already entered Fan Ni’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Witch rolled her eyes, uninterested in bickering with this oaf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the clown mask closed its eyes, and Asa Fan Ni’s consciousness sank into her soul-sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, at the center of the pitch-black nightmare world, the Sleeping Beauty—arms wrapped around knees, curled in slumber—twitched her eyelids, then opened them after a long absence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Witch rarely entered her own soul-sea—even though it posed no danger to her—because she still feared it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, her essence was laid bare, revealed in the most direct way possible, stripping away self-deception, forcing her to confront her own ugliness and filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an eternal nightmare of darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, as the Sleeping Beauty opened her eyes, warm, brilliant sunlight poured in. She widened them—before her, only radiance. At its center, a stunning figure stepped forward on lotus petals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asa Fan Ni: “.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the warm sunlight, watching the familiar figure approach, the Witch felt an unexpected flutter in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This nightmare, once so terrifying since childhood, now felt less frightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, Senior, your soul-sea is really unique! Hey, Sun Sister over there—why aren’t you shining?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy greeted the newly awakened soul of her senior while gazing curiously around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw many familiar figures in the senior’s soul-sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the God-Monster incarnations she’d seen in the library basement during their first meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flame-human dancing with a flute, nameless mist writhing like a living thing, a huge grotesque toad, a cold, evil serpent—and of course, the one-eyed sun, most familiar to the House Witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sadly, the Sun Sister refused to acknowledge her, closing her eyes as piercing alarm-like singing echoed around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy decided the Sun Sister must be singing a welcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior, your soul-sea isn’t nearly as terrifying as you said—it’s actually quite warm. I like it here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The House Witch watched as the Flame Dancer had already begun playing the flute, listening to the squelching slime strike the giant drum, and laughed thusly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the flute’s melody was monotonous enough to make one nauseous, and the drum’s beat was chaotic enough to drive one mad, just like the singing Sun Sisters, everyone was still full of enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy, now dressed in a yellow robe, happily waved at her colleagues around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azathani: “.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liar—you were totally pale with fear the first time you saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demoness mentally scoffed, yet a smile appeared on her exquisitely beautiful but pale face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, her entire body melted into a slithering chaos, merging seamlessly with the House Witch and becoming her shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come now, use me well, Cai Bao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper echoed beside the House Witch’s ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, in Black Constable’s office, the Joker’s mask naturally fell away, revealing a sinister, starkly black-and-white beauty; the beauty waved her hand, and from beneath her shadow, two tentacles sprouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One tentacle transformed into a Joker’s mask, the other into a simple, pitch-black mask revealing only the eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Constable tossed the Joker’s mask to the Joker, then pressed the black mask over her own face—immediately, the black deepened, as if an unspeakable entity lurked within the unknown darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the eye slits of the black mask, a pair of peculiar eyes opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheep’s horizontal pupils combined with dragon’s vertical pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a strange yet majestic cross-shaped pupil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The True Ming King has descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Senior sister won big—no doubt about it.\u003C\u002Fp>",2137,"2026-06-21T03:49:48.467Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","54d88f4cc2592134a2398d403e537532112cba02fcc3b724428d7ffa421e69b0","armed-witch-chapter-997","armed-witch-chapter-995",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]