Chapter 30

"Congratulations, you passed the test!"

Outside the battle arena, the first to greet Witch Miss was Teacher Liu Ge, who sat on the Teaching Group judges' panel.

At that moment, the corner of her mouth lifted, and her eyes were full of excitement and satisfaction.

She was excited that Bai Yan, this child, finally displayed her own strength and finally found a path that belonged to her.

She felt gratified that the child she had always felt guilty for not protecting had finally grown robustly through self‑strengthening.

Her heartfelt sincerity made even the crow's‑feet at the corners of her eyes seem to be smiling.

"I have no face to say I'm proud of you; I lack the ability to solve your predicament, but I can offer blessings here for your bright future.

Bai Yan, child, good luck on the official test; I look forward to seeing your name on the list.

Graduation exam, good luck; I hope you receive an admission notice from the top academy.

Do not become arrogant; continue to keep the diligent, studious heart you once had. I believe you will surpass me, and that will take only a short ten years."

Seeing her genuinely happy for her, offering blessings and advice, Liu Ge, who now tightly grasped her hands, also gave Witch Miss a faint smile,

"Teacher, the things you say are so out of the ordinary.

Without your help, I might not be who I am now,"

Witch Miss thought perhaps she was born to be a grudger.

All the things that happened in the past she could recall crystal‑clear in her mind.

Whether good or bad, big or small, the bad events were especially vivid.

She remembered how classmates hurled insults at her, how those carefree childish laughs could deliver such a huge mental blow;

She remembered every word from her parents, whether mixed with love, hatred, helplessness, or cold indifference and contempt;

She also recalled each person who had reached out to help her, telling her that there were still bright people in this world, remembering every sentence they said and every gentle yet worried glance they gave.

After the senior year official test, her life officially fell into the lowest trough.

During that period of zero time, if it hadn't been Teacher Liu Ge urging her not to give up and prompting her to consider alternative solutions, she might have been crushed by the last straw that fell from an unknown source.

It was precisely because Grandpa Lin at home was taciturn yet gentle, and because Liu Ge at school constantly worried for her, that she could persist in her belief to become stronger and welcome Cat, a truly miraculous turning point.

Thinking of this, Witch Miss took a deep breath, looked into Liu Ge's eyes, and said very seriously,

"This isn't just empty talk, Teacher Liu Ge.

Really, thank you very much.

Every future achievement of Bai Yan will be inseparable from your guidance and help during my toughest moments.

Moreover, I have only just safely passed the test; this is all there is, Teacher Liu Ge, you are thinking way too far ahead."

Seeing Witch Miss standing before him, even slightly beaming, Liu Ge couldn't help but marvel at how great her change had been in just a few weeks.

The child has grown... increasingly reassuring, indeed.

Yes, there are still many days ahead; I can watch this child grow for another month and a half.

All the words she wanted to say had already been spoken, and Liu Ge did not continue to stir a solemn, tragic atmosphere. She patted the shoulder of Bai Yan that was idle, and pointed toward the hopping little girl at the edge of the battle arena,

"Also, it's the teacher who thought too far ahead and nagged too much.

Your good friend is waiting for you; hurry up, I also have to prepare the next test."

"Alright, see you later, Teacher."

After parting with Teacher Liu Ge, Witch Miss briskly walked out of the battle arena area delineated by the Teaching Group.

But the moment her front foot stepped beyond the fence, she heard a drawn‑out shout from ahead,

"Senior—"

Witch Miss looked up; the junior, accelerating, rushed over, and with arms outstretched gave her a huge, straight‑forward hug.

Only... the force was somewhat excessive.

If Witch Miss didn't have astonishing inner strength, and if Cat weren't perched on her shoulder defying physical law, the three of them would probably all get a taste of the ground.

Solidly catching the junior who was practically hurling herself at her, Witch Miss let out a slight sigh, suppressing the expression on her face that was about to collapse, thinking to herself, 'Fortunately... I managed to endure the junior's death‑defying fear.'

The carefree junior seemed oblivious to how dangerous her action had been, and single‑handedly surrounded Witch Miss, chattering,

"Senior! You're so awesome, senior!"

"Your test just now... was really too cool!!"

"Trap skill, charged thunder technique, the power was so exaggerated it couldn't even be considered a rookie move!"

"And the positional play that borrowed local techniques to make them fight each other!"

"So cool, so cool! As a mage, how can you be this cool!"

"Positioning is such a high‑level art; only a battle‑hardened senior mage can possess that ability!"

"Senior, I've recorded the entire test; I promise to watch it repeatedly each week as study material!!!!"

Seeing the junior almost as if she were about to buy an offering table and incense bowl to preserve the recording as a miracle, Witch Miss silently swallowed, restrained the urge to pull at her mouth corner, and forced herself to say,

"... No need to exaggerate so much; actually, there aren't many parts worth learning here."

But the junior already had a complete self‑strategy; any words Witch Miss said, once filtered through her ears, always turned into a different meaning,

"Senior, you're being modest again here."

"Alas, you speak of the gap between people, why is it so huge?"

If this were about certain people, they might just label themselves 'the number one in the East.'

That arrogant demeanor, just looking at me makes my chest feel like a breath is stuck.

You still have a breath stuck in your chest?

Cat, who was listening on the side, could no longer sit still.

While Witch Miss was waiting for the test, whatever happened in the spectator seats, he saw it all crystal clearly.

The despicable peeking and eavesdropping made him feel as if he were on site, witnessing how this seemingly cute and tiny adorable junior viciously battered that ground‑hopping chicken to a flawless ruin.

Just like that fierce look, and still can't catch a breath?

According to his Cat's observation, this breath is probably not some yin‑yang weirdness!

Just watching junior sister like this, I fear you just want to exhale in this life.

"But senior sister, you really are calm. I always feel that you soloed the test, accomplished such a feat, yet you remain completely nonchalant."

Seeing junior sister's face full of curiosity and admiration, Witch Miss once again forced herself to suppress the urge to curl her mouth.

She slightly lowered her gaze, fearing that the joy not yet suppressed in her eyes would be exposed, and continued to speak with a cold expression,

"An expected thing."

"Wow!! Senior sister, you really are handsome!!"

(✧◡✧)!!

"But it still has to be senior sister; she knows it in her heart."

Earlier some people were down there loudly beeping that you were overconfident and couldn't pass at all.

…

Alright, his Cat seems to have understood.

Junior sister today just wants to be a big golden retriever who bullies others and stands on a moral high ground.

Big golden retriever is great, humanity's most loyal companion, Cat approves.

And junior sister's words were just missing the sarcastic, yin‑yang tone of pointing at Gong Xianjing and cursing, which Witch Miss naturally understood.

Junior sister! Well done! You are literally my most loyal companion! The great future Shadow Witch looks up to you!

Just waiting for you to start the group!

Bai Yan, the chance has arrived!

The beginning, the banter, the high ground—everything is ready.

After the last argument loss, what did you summarize! Quickly! Remember!

Ah, first you must get your attitude right.

Right, right, the attitude should be indifference; there's a saying that indifference is the greatest contempt, because she is nothing even a fart in her heart.

The aloof expression, just like when you secretly practiced in front of the mirror while taking a shower before!

I'm so aloof, I'm so aloof, I truly look down on that Gong Xianjing who looks like a bald chicken.

Phew, that's right, this is the state—Cat's signature indifferent expression achieved!

And besides that, what should we say now?

In this situation it's not time for a long speech; the victor's triumphant song must not be turned by her into a petty triumph.

Stay calm, Bai Yan, quickly search your own vocabulary.

I got it!

Witch Miss raised her eyebrows slightly, and in a nonchalant tone replied lightly to junior sister,

"That's just because she knows nothing about power."

Yes! Exactly! That's it, Bai Yan!! You did it!!!

WEARETHECHAMPION~~

At this moment, Witch Miss's mind has already started playing the long‑sung victory anthem of the Western Continent.

And living up to expectations, the position junior sister deliberately held and the topic she had guided for a long time finally received a response.

"I've tolerated you two for a long time; just because you passed a test, you think you're great."

The one who got angry was Gong Xianjing, who had been sitting not far away, ears perked, eavesdropping.

From Cat's perspective, Gong Xianjing's look at that moment was truly iconic.

Her jealousy was like a mute person eating bitter herbs—unsure whether she was angry or ashamed of her own bragging, her face was flushed red.

And just as Cat was commenting, Witch Miss made a move that surprised him.

She slightly lifted her head, looking down at Gong Xianjing seated in the viewing area; her contract Cat's eyes narrowed, the fine pupils glaring fiercely at the open‑mouthed Gong Xianjing who seemed about to speak.

"What are you shouting nonsense about?"

"A bug should act like a bug, crawl obediently on the ground."

After speaking, she reached back to pat the stunned Cat on her shoulder, let out a cold snort, "I told you, didn't I? If you scare my little cat again, I won't be polite to you."

Upon finishing that sentence, shards of ice instantly crawled up Gong Xianjing's legs along the ground.

Amid her scream, Witch Miss grabbed the junior sister whose eyes sparkled and whose head sprouted little flowers, and vanished on the spot.

This was a super‑long‑range Shan Ze Lin trace costing 800 MP.

Through practice, Witch Miss found that using Shan Ze Lin trace for rapid displacement within 5 meters is most efficient, requiring only 80 MP.

But beyond 5 meters… the MP consumption becomes increasingly absurd.

Nevertheless this time, the MP sacrifice was worth it!

Feeling the sharp scream echo from afar and the icy shards along the way, Witch Miss truly couldn't help but laugh this time.

Done, I was definitely looking insanely cool just now!

The great witch, that must be me, Bai Yan!

I really am now stepping toward the great mother, aren't I!

Look, Gong Xianjing's stone‑petrified‑then‑crazed appearance.

I now at least have mother‑level combat power comparable to an old hen!

Cat, rest assured, Mom will keep working to become braver, stronger, and more proficient in all‑round combat!

With a practiced single hand holding junior sister's head, watching her scatter little flowers on the spot and endlessly repeat those terrifyingly flattering words, Witch Miss finally lifted her head, standing on the school's side path for the first time, gazing at the bright morning sunshine.

Today, clear.

Fine, leave school and go hold a celebration banquet!

And watching Gong Xianjing, who had taken a critical hit, and watching Witch Miss's sudden counter that even the Cat hadn't prepared for, he nodded with satisfaction.

What he feels now is only that full sense of satisfaction.

Sure enough, women fighting is the most eye‑pleasing spectacle; even just verbal sparring can be enough to satisfy.

And moreover, his daughter completely crushed everything in an all‑round victory!

Look at her cold stare in the finale, her self‑mastered aura fully unleashed, and her ultra‑cool lines.

Kid! From now on, just like this! You can crank it up even more!

If anyone bullies you later, use your Witch‑level King of Fighters power to beat them to a pulp!

Dad supports you!

When this dungeon test ends, Dad will arrange buff‑type magic for you!

Critical hits, armor‑piercing, resistance, healing—Dad guarantees to study each of them crystal‑clear for you!

When you fight later, use outer‑ring scraping, inner‑ring scorching, Abyss Mask to halve resistance, and Counter‑Armor Ice Staff Randri.

The ultimate invincible "hitting me equals hitting yourself" iron‑turtle style… Assassin Witch…?

Sss—

Hold it, hold it. We'll talk after the dungeon test ends; this preliminary plan is too terrifying to look at.

She now has Witch Miss's wobbling figure all over her mind, NONONONO!!!

As for why it's after the dungeon test, it's because Cat now has something better and more important in hand.

It all begins… from the day Pangu created the world.

When he heard the school was preparing to test with Combat Dummies, he began pondering their operating principles.

Seeing that they could actually coordinate attacks against enemies, the clever Cat instantly slipped his tail into the shadows before the crowd, released a clone, and rushed to the school library—a special venue—to scour for knowledge about combat puppets.

He didn't know until he checked, and upon checking Cat exclaimed "wonderful."

In the school's special collection for "Magic Tower borrowing and outstanding teacher borrowing," he indeed found the content he wanted.

This seemingly agile and intelligent Combat Dummy's "intelligent" manufacturing method is actually quite cumbersome.

Whether it's moves, reactive abilities, or team‑coordination schemes and the like, they were all added one by one by the first alchemists.

Because the addition process was overly tedious and the dummy's material limited its ceiling, the cost‑benefit ratio fell far short of puppeteered dolls; after discussion between the Engineering Alchemists Association and the Mage Association, they applied the invention to teaching.

As for the dummy's core construction, aside from the repeatedly added magical array that made the alchemists lose their hair, the only required material is a complete magical beast crystal.

His intelligent Pikachu is complete!

As the saying goes, seeing is believing; after grasping the principle, Cat, upon turning to this page, sprinted to the school's important items storage warehouse.

Spotting the target at a glance, Cat teleported and lunged.

He attacked a dummy with a burst of output, opened its chest and had a heartfelt exchange, then Cat flawlessly stole the alchemists' possibly hair‑less labor results.

No, pfft pfft pfft, what theft.

He's learning, openly and honestly, entering through the front door!

Moreover, in the warehouse he also found something good.

(ﾉﾟ▽ﾟ)ﾉDeng→Deng→Deng↑Deng→Deng↑—Password Book!

Following the website link above, Cat opened the gate to a new world; although the high‑school teacher's access rights were limited, Cat still uncovered something good.

For example— the Ministry of Magic's abandoned research on Creation‑type magic.

Sure enough, following the trail yields a harvest.

Someone has long been researching how to infuse dummies with life.

But the results were unsatisfactory; they only developed a prototype array and then abandoned it.

Because, aside from theoretical feasibility, they couldn't find the corresponding Magic Text, experimental subjects, or anyone capable of casting the spell.

Creation‑type magic is an all‑attribute magic, yet creating the desired "soul" requires the elements of light and darkness.

This magic is so realistic that Cat couldn't help but gape at this point.

Light and dark are rare attributes; few mages can master both, and even those fight on the front lines.

Since even this hypothesis can't be fully validated—when it might succeed, whether it will at all—it's an experimental question, and pulling frontline senior mages to work on it is utterly impossible.

Moreover, according to the theorizing mage, even creating the lowest‑grade soul requires a mage of at least level 150.

Damn, with that restriction, even if they're willing, they can't help.

The theory was first proposed and research began twenty years ago.

Level 150! Even now, twenty years later, level‑150 mages aren't roaming everywhere, let alone with rare attributes.

For present‑day humanity, artificial souls remain an untouchable realm.

But… who is he!

Don't be fooled by his ordinary Cat race; he's a magic cat with the Magic Path Ultimate Realm!

Ah, pioneers, I'll take over your efforts (drawn to death)… let them continue!

Ordinary artificial‑intelligence Pikachu no longer satisfies him; now his goal is—to resurrect in another world! My Pikachu!

Sure enough, once life takes a turn, everything flows smoothly.

The cat, sighing like that, suddenly realized that Witch Miss does have a bit of naming ability!

Yo, decided!

Today, April 27, Year 32, is the great Awakening Day.

It is the Magic King Cat's first kin, the Pikachu tribe king, the original Pikachu—its great birthday.

And also the Black King's quest to conquer the world…?

Hmm…

It is also a huge step for the Black Demon King in his slow ascent of the Divine Ascension Stage!

Ahem, it's over, it's over; after staying with Witch Miss too long, even my way of thinking has turned white.

blushing face

However… just thinking about it feels so cool and exhilarating.

In the future, there will be someone who records his glorious past from a third‑person perspective.

He becomes an irreplaceable protagonist in the history books.

Even if he's a Demon King, a villain, he's still a protagonist!

Li Wei, the extraordinary life you dream of is now within arm's reach.

If it truly gets recorded, might he also become a role model, an object of others' envy?

Not just for his handsome looks, but also for his depth and substance.

Thinking of this, Cat even feels tears welling up.

So that's what the effort and yearning of ordinary people amount to.

Watching the junior sister, face beaming, brag about her perfect plan to skip class and school, reassuring the senior sister, and pulling her out the school gate, Cat's lingering illusion, unreality, dream‑like feeling finally dissipated.

This is the reality he is currently experiencing.

It's not a dream, not fake; it won't run away, won't be lost, won't be taken by others—it's his own brand‑new life.

Thanks to Witch Miss.

If he were reborn in the wild, he'd now be busy leveling up, earnestly gathering information about this world in ignorance.

Being like this isn't bad either; it seems a bit safer in terms of level and strength, just like a spiderling.

But there are trade‑offs; after giving up three months of leveling speed,

He gained the right to enjoy life,

gained the right to study the career he loves,

gained the right to help others,

gained the right, as a being that deserves respect, to dream beautiful dreams,

and further gained the right to make those beautiful dreams come true.

All these "gains" are so many that they could literally knock him out with his present happiness.

And having a contract with Witch Miss, he feels as if he returned to his student days; even sitting in a premium seat watching a proxy player, he still feels a sense of participation and proud honor.

After all, Witch Miss is the good child he personally trained!

Isn't this just like him, as a summoner, bringing his summoned beast to school?!

The summoned beast's academic excellence directly reflects the trainer's skill!

Valedictorian—that's a title he has spent a lifetime striving for yet can never attain, and deeply envies.

When Witch Miss is praised, it's as if he is praised; anyone who slaps Witch Miss's face is slapping Cat Lord's face.

But when a child loses a fight, it's too early for adults to step in; teaching them to fish lets the child counterattack themselves. If they're bullied again, he can launch another dimensional‑reduction strike.

Just like this time dealing with Gong Xianjing, watching Witch Miss gradually unleash heavy punches, Cat can't help but wonder what vengeful Witch Miss will do when they meet later.

He actually saw it! Witch Miss's little notebook titled "Reflection on Reasons for Argument Failure."

Revenge, Witch Miss, unleash all the grievances and complaints you've been suppressing.

Ahem, it's not that extreme.

In his view, the current Witch Miss seems to be losing interest in Gong Xianjing.

Open‑minded?

Or perhaps Witch Miss truly realized that she and Gong Xianjing belong to different social strata.

Competing with a frog at the bottom of a well has become somewhat tedious for Witch Miss.

The so‑called psychological shadow, once passed and looked back upon, turns out to be nothing more than that; later recalling it may even feel a bit embarrassing.

In Cat's eyes, what Witch Miss now needs are new challenges, new goals, and positive, proactive opponents.

Sigh—what a pity.

(°ー°〃) Ahem, Cat, stop!

One's own family shouldn't be treated as entertainment.

Be a bit kinder to Witch Miss, Cat.

Look how many of your desires she has satisfied.

If you keep bullying her, won't your conscience hurt?

Change, Cat, become a new person, Cat.

Think about it: what torments Witch Miss the most? Start by stopping the habit of finding pillow‑grabbing enjoyable.

From today onward, quit scratching!

If possible.

o3o

Alright, that's it.

Work hard; if you fail, try again.

Adopting the mindset that every day is the first day of abstaining, Cat quietly swapped bodies with his duplicate Cat kept at home.

Having just hurriedly caught the Pikachu he was raising in the yard—a rudimentary buggy carrier—he rushed into Witch Miss's bedroom.

Seeing the Pikachu lying on the floor, clueless about the future, Cat flashed a huge grin.

Unit‑01 Pikachu, welcome your rebirth!

Now, it's Cat's research time.

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Yesterday I got burned out, I miscalculated. If it's 8k per chapter, I should have added two extra chapters.

So I adjusted the chapter titles today.

Today, the first alliance leader's extra chapter for Diandao Liuli is officially completed.

Originally, I thought that if I added an extra chapter for a 100-yuan reward, the reward-based extra chapters would be done.

As a result……

Cosmic Big Brother, gave me another continuation.

Cosmic Big Brother's demands on me are still quite humane; as long as I don't get monitored, just updating is fine.

This... this is embarrassing.

Keep adding extra chapters.

Sigh.

I never had time to tally the extra chapters before; today I'll do one:

【Reward Section】

Alliance Leader Extra Chapters:

Diandao Liuli Nanwangxin +11 chapters (all extra chapters completed)

Xiandao Yuzhou +11 chapters (added 0.5 chapter, still owe 10.5 chapters)

Regular Extra Chapters:

Hall Master - Shenle Yinshi +2 chapters (extra chapters completed)

Helmsman - —Shexing— +1 chapter

Cross-dressing Extra Chapters:

Aitou Wuya +5 chapters

So far I've only seen this one that looks like my own cross-dressing; of course, if it's not, feel free to come and criticize, and if the featured comment in the discussion area really is the big shot's cross-dressing, also feel free to come and criticize, to prove yourself a warrior!

Captain Extra Chapters: total +12 chapters

ps, because most captains chose to exchange their reward for 1 chapter, so the captains who should have gotten +1 chapter became +2.

pps, I go, after I got sick I haven't been on the live stream account, and I discovered many messages from everyone.

Wuu wuu wuu, I'm not not replying, I really didn't see. I heard that ahb also swallows private messages because there's a limit.

Thanks to family's support, I'll give everyone a performance of New Year kowtows, bang bang bang!

ppps, oh no, ahb has no history records, he only cares about captains whose membership expired within 7 days and those about to expire.

I can only remember five people, I forgot who? Done done, I just remember that aside from one real-life friend who doesn't want to reveal their name, I have six captains.

Right? Right? Right? Right?!

I kowtowed for everyone, please just post a bubble, disbanding the reader group is my fault orz.

The stats and bb end here, if I disturbed the viewing experience, sorry!

Don't spray me, don't spray me, thanks.

My throat hurts, I'm feverish, but I'm still trying hard, I'm awesome. owo

Ah, look, who is the talented, beautiful, brilliant, hardworking little writer?

——Ah! It's me! Little Teemo Sauce!