[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school":3,"chapter-is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-35":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1070716,1384,"Chapter 36 - The Academy Under Attack?","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-35",35,"\u003Cp>Ingredients infused with transcendence energy were pretty common in this world, but they often came with a hefty price tag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were talking fruits, veggies, medicinal herbs, even basic materials soaked in transcendence energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some plants or animals had been grown in high-energy environments, while others had absorbed it after maturing in a saturated transcendence field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, they ended up as high-end goods, all because of that transcendence energy label.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, it felt like a scam sometimes. There had been that whole marketing push for “high-energy” materials a while back—did people really think transcendence energy was some magic health boost?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weren’t they worried about, like, energy radiation shaving years off their life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, I couldn’t deny that some transcendence-infused items had real effects. Certain plants, for instance, relied on transcendence energy to grow, and their fruits genuinely benefited the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was the exception. Most of those things were either useless or straight-up harmful. You couldn’t expect transcendence energy to waltz into your body and kindly fix your ailments or buff your physique. That was pure fantasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At best, it dissipated harmlessly. At worst, it wreaked havoc, landing you in the hospital with internal injuries—or a one-way ticket to the crematorium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flipping through the recipe book, I noticed most ingredients were standard, but some recipes called for high-energy materials—aka transcendence-infused stuff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pulled out my phone and checked them online. They were edible, at least.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few high-energy ingredients had been crossed out with a pen, probably Senior Tang’s doing. Her scribbled notes in the margins called them “practically poison.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guess she had tried them and paid the price. I hoped it wasn’t too bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I kept reading, I saw more of her notes scattered across the pages. With so many corrections, I wondered how that book even got published. Wasn’t it just leading people astray?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I got a kick out of Senior Tang’s snarky comments, which were way more entertaining than the recipes themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time slipped by as I read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No weird customers had shown up, and there weren’t any massive delivery orders like the day before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Senior Tang was taking forever. Was she scouring the city for supplies, or—oh no—was she hunting down more bizarre ingredients to turn into pastries?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I swore I could taste that awful root-thing from that morning creeping back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, with the shop empty, it was just me. A little worry nagged at me, but being alone also meant I could do whatever I wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes drifted to the display case, where the fancy cakes sat, each with a price tag that made my wallet weep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, it was just me. Sure, there were cameras, but I technically had access to the footage…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I let temptation win, those luxurious desserts, so out of reach normally, were right there for the taking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I didn’t give in. If I had swiped one, I’d probably have gotten an earful when Senior Tang got back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those cakes were front and center, the shop’s pride and joy. Even during lunch when we could eat for free, I didn’t dare touch them. Had to have some common sense, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I slouched at the counter, bored out of my mind, a low rumble jolted me upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shot to my feet, heart racing. Was I just imagining things? This place wasn’t exactly an earthquake area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quick glance around showed nothing out of place in the shop—no wobbling shelves, no rattling mugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fluke, maybe?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way. The Witch School existed in its own pocket dimension. Even an earthquake shouldn’t reach here. Unless… some senior was out there throwing magical haymakers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the only explanation I could muster for whatever that was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped outside and noticed other shopkeepers poking their heads out, looking as confused as I felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, definitely not my imagination. Something was up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tilted my head back, scanning the sky. Blue skies, fluffy clouds—picture-perfect weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then I spotted a few seniors zooming off on brooms, streaking upward. My envy spiked. Probably some incident at the academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What, like a gas explosion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nah, this was the Witch School. If anything, it’d be a mana explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That rumble had been followed by a dull, heavy boom, like it came from the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched the broom-riding seniors, all heading the same way. They clearly knew more than I did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitating, I flicked on my Psi-vision to get a better look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, my perspective shifted. The academy’s streets seemed to overlap with another city—Magicaeopolis, the city that shares this dimension with the Witch School.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what stole my breath, leaving me speechless, was the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive, translucent dome encased the entire Witch School, blotting out the heavens. Beyond it, the outside world was drowned in blinding light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Energy surged out there—wild, terrifying flows of transcendence energy I’d never encountered. Complex, overwhelming information pulsed through it, far beyond anything I’d ever sensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t just one force. This was a clash, with that dominant energy leading the charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene beyond the dome looked like Judgment Day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the sun was affected, its warm, harmless rays twisting into a scorching, fiery orb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flood of unknown data from the inner world slammed into my mind, making everything I saw blur into a mosaic of unknowable shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like when I was a baby, opening my eyes for the first time, full of hope, only to glimpse a terrifying, alien world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eerie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I squeezed my eyes shut. This was something I’d never touched, a higher tier of transcendence power I couldn’t comprehend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My brain couldn’t filter the chaos or translate it into anything I could process. All it could do was spit out that fuzzy mosaic in my vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I didn’t shut off Psi-vision soon, I’d have a splitting headache all day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked it off and stared at the serene blue sky, feeling dazed. That apocalyptic scene lingered in my mind, overlapping with the sun above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aftershock kept jabbing at my nerves, nearly pushing me to the edge of a breakdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What was that?” I muttered, pressing a hand to my chest, willing my heartbeat to slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just when I thought I was safe without Psi-vision, the sky shifted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, I wasn’t even using it. Whatever was happening out there was bleeding into the academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, it was visible to the naked eye…\u003C\u002Fp>",1084,"2026-06-03T10:21:31.651Z","2026-06-03T10:21:36.709Z",1,"novelbin.me","7534629fbedafc9fe8550d69192d1fa459c2a83c8aa7b06b9285d0127c505384","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-36","is-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-chapter-34",710,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fis-it-weird-for-a-guy-to-apply-to-a-witch-school-cover.jpg"]