Chapter 44: Cha-bao’s Battle Style Is All About ‘Dirty’

Compared to the indescribable shock that the City of Technology brought to Jiang Cha, the fact that the girl easily passed all the low-level sub-profession assessments didn’t cause any waves.

For immortal witches like them, passing all the exams wasn’t something shocking. The only slight plus for Jiang Cha was her relatively young age.

Witches have a very different way from other races to judge age—they discern it through magic energy information.

For example, the youngest archwitch currently is only eighteen years old.

This archwitch was actually transformed from another race into a witch, having lived for thousands of years before becoming a witch and accumulated deep experience.

But in witch society, she is just a young witch of eighteen, with no other identity.

“They probably think you’re a converted witch,”

Molly couldn’t help but smile secretly when she saw the girl’s inexplicably disappointed expression.

“Maybe that’s it? But it does save some time, so that’s not bad.”

The girl sighed, finally giving up her unrealistic fantasy—she knew Lina’s words were unreliable; the kind of plot where showing off talent attracts countless big shots to fight over disciples just couldn’t happen in real life.

“So, should we go back now? Or stroll a bit more?”

Molly let out a quiet sigh of relief and asked casually.

“Let’s go back. There will be plenty of chances to shop later.”

Jiang Cha thought about it and decided to leave this ‘heartbreaking’ place.

…

Archwitches can hardly distinguish between “converted witches” and “awakened witches” without instruments. In fact, the difference between the two is minimal—they’re both witches transformed from other races through conversion technology.

But at the sage level, distinguishing between them is easy.

Most converted witches come from powerful figures of other races and carry traces of their past that cannot be hidden; they can see through at a glance.

So why didn’t the girl “accidentally” meet a sage and become a disciple?

—Did you think Molly came just to accompany Jiang Cha for the exam?

Come on, a high-level alchemist archwitch’s time is way too valuable. For something that can be solved by giving the girl a map, why would she come along?

Her only purpose from start to finish was to tell those old, arrogant folks that Jiang Cha, this promising seedling, already had someone watering her.

Mortal couldn’t do it, her reputation was too bad, and many sages in the City of Technology were basically frenemies with her; they wouldn’t hesitate to sabotage.

But Molly is different. Although she is also an archwitch, she’s a junior, and the proud witches wouldn’t dare bully her…

Besides, Molly herself grew up in the City of Technology and has a great reputation there, so even those who don’t care about face wouldn’t mess with her.

That’s why Jiang Cha’s assessment trip seemed calm on the surface, but in reality?

Mortal was laughing hard—especially when old friends sent her voice messages full of envy, jealousy, and hate.

Of course, also plenty of verbal threats.

“Bastard, if you have guts, don’t step into my territory, or I’ll strip your panties and tie them to the highest flagpole in the City of Technology!”

As soon as Molly entered the room, she heard this voice from Mortal’s communicator, instantly dropping three black lines (feeling speechless).

“Heh~ I really won’t go! If you want to fight, come to the Academy Island! I’ll change my underwear and wave your old family’s flag!”

And her mom was still shouting.

“Is that Aunt Armand? Mom, why do you still like to annoy her so much?”

Yeah, just by the name, it was obvious this sage was formerly French…

“Hey~ that’s just how we get along. How’s Jiang Cha? No issues with the assessment, right?”

“You’re already laughing like that, so no issues… But what about that Fragmented World, are you really going to let her in?”

Molly rolled her eyes but was somewhat worried about her mom’s aggressive plan.

The benefits of the Fragmented World aren’t so easily gained.

“She’s a bit too weak now, can’t keep up with my plan, so I have to find a way to speed her up.”

“Plan?”

“Yeah, I plan to take her to the front lines next year, to the Hell Battlefield to grab some opportunities.”

“Isn’t that too dangerous?”

“I’m here, she won’t die.”

“What about mentally? Mom, don’t spoil Jiang Cha.”

“With her broken inherent magic, I couldn’t even spoil her if I wanted to.”

Molly: “….”

Indeed, with Jiang Cha’s inherent magic, she needn’t worry about the biggest obstacle for witches’ growth—mental state.

Magic is the power of miracles, but what triggers miracles is emotion.

A witch’s condition reflects directly in her magic energy; skilled battle witches can even judge the win rate of a fight from the magic info.

Mental state doesn’t drastically reduce combat power but affects progress speed and fighting condition.

A confused person can’t take the step to change themselves, but the path of witches is full of such choices and changes.

Many witches stagnate or even regress yearly due to mental imbalance, but Jiang Cha obviously won’t be affected.

“Looking at it this way, her potential in battle magic is also very good.”

Molly felt a little moved.

Elsewhere, in the battle club, Carol thought the same.

“This kid really hits hard…”

The dark-skinned, spicy-haired mentor watched Lina, who had stronger raw power but was perfectly suppressed by Jiang Cha’s various tactics and endless magic, feeling a bit worried.

“Kacey, tell me, I’m a straightforward shaping-type witch, so how did I end up training such a dirty little bastard?”

“I think it must be Jiang Cha’s own talent.”

Kacey paused, recalling Carol’s lessons to Jiang Cha recently, and chose a diplomatic answer.

“Really? After teaching her those tactics… do you feel comfortable saying that?”

“Well, if I let her loose in the battle arena later, won’t she ruin my reputation?”

“Definitely not.”

Only for this question, Kacey answered with absolute certainty.

“‘Anyway, you don’t have any reputation left to ruin.’”