Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School?

“What ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍happened?”

The ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍leading club member in charge of the Qunluosen Wasteland stepped forward with a frown.

She ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍truly did not expect that those guys on the opposite side would actually dare to come over and look for trouble.

Did ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍they really think their Witch Academy was an easy target?

“The ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍guys from the Sun Rock Academy are here looking for trouble again!”

Someone ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍close by responded with a frown immediately upon seeing several figures with obvious elven features.

And those people, upon hearing this sentence, immediately began to argue back: “Clearly, it was you people from the Witch Academy who bullied the members of our academy first! You were the ones in the wrong!”

“Weakness is the original sin! Where did you get the guts to bully us?”

Facing repeated provocations, the people from the Witch Academy didn’t want to waste any breath on them at all; an nameless rage surged in their hearts.

One of them directly went up and threw a punch.

They had received the task targets assigned by the club.

Time was tight and the task was heavy; anyone who hindered them had to be cleared out at the fastest speed.

How could they possibly show a good face to these people who were wasting their time?

Furthermore, this was not the first time the other party had come over to harass them.

The instructions given by the club were not to talk nonsense with them, nor give them opportunities, but to drive them away directly—preferably in a way that settled it once and for all.

These people came up looking for trouble; even just seeing their faces made the witches angry.

After that punch directly knocked down an elf, the people on the Sun Rock Academy’s side were stunned for a moment.

It was mainly because they didn’t expect the other party to act so decisively.

“You were the ones who struck first!”

The leader of the Guard of the Mother God on the Sun Rock Elf side pointed at the person who had acted with an ugly expression.

“Get them! Damn it, do they really think being from the Witch Academy makes them superior?”

“Every single one of them is just a menopausal old woman who can’t drop a kid! Beat them!”

“F*ck! I never hit women, but this time I’m going to do it!”

With the leader taking the initiative, the group of Sun Rock half-elves behind showed an undisguised thuggish air, lacking even the slightest hint of elven elegance.

After all, the Sun Rock Elf Academy was just one of those small academies with no presence.

Students who weren’t qualified to enter large-scale Transcendent academies but reached the threshold for small-scale ones would naturally think about going in to take a gamble.

Therefore, with this mindset of pursuing Transcendent power, having a thuggish air was a very common occurrence.

In just a short while, the two groups were brawling with each other.

As for those words the Sun Rock Elves had just cursed... I recorded every single word.

Until a Fireball exploded in the middle of the chaotic crowd.

The scorching heat and the residual power of the explosion instantly injured several people.

The people who were still brawling also suddenly quieted down.

“Good! You people from the Witch Academy actually dared to use Transcendent means! Do you really think we are easy to bully?!”

A single Fireball did not stop this conflict; it was like oil poured onto a fire!

It instantly escalated this conflict—which had been tacitly maintained with ordinary means—into a competition of extraordinary means!

At this moment, the Sun Rock Elf side had no restrictions, and all extraordinary means were unleashed.

The leader was a member of the elven academy’s unique Guard of the Mother God, whose status was comparable to a Teaching Assistant at the Witch Academy.

Even if the levels between the academies couldn’t be compared, a Teaching Assistant of a small Transcendent academy possessed an absolute advantage in combat power.

Watching the combat situation gradually escalate, the Life Clone currently staying at the Qunluosen Wasteland just watched silently, having no intention of intervening.

I tinkered with the recorded video footage in front of me, capturing several short and intense scenes, especially the previous footage and audio of the Sun Rock Elves launching an indiscriminate verbal attack on all witches.

I deliberately preserved all of it.

Finally, I sent all these short videos to a young girl named Cleveland.

Though called a young girl, in terms of age, she was slightly older than me.

Cleveland was considered one of the most capable people under Millian.

With the rise of the Bakery Club and the increasing fermentation of rumors about me, more and more people chose to join me or take a stand for me.

Theoretically, Millian even had to call Cleveland “Senior,” though the other party was only one batch ahead of Millian.

Millian was currently busy with matters in the Expansion Realm and was somewhat tied up regarding my affairs, so she let Cleveland come to my side to dock with me directly.

It could be said that Millian’s boldness was quite strong.

If Cleveland demonstrated capability no weaker than Millian’s, her own dominant position before me would undoubtedly be shaken.

But if she didn’t let go, she wouldn’t be able to handle so many things alone after all.

Currently, Cleveland was in charge of various matters for the Bakery Club in the Core Realm.

The reason I sent these conflict footages back was naturally to build a consensus within the academy.

To let everyone know that these clownish figures had to be struck with a heavy punch to stop them from jumping around!

After all, if everyone had no common enemy and no reason to hate others, then how could I declare war?

The only ones suffering a bit were these students who were getting beaten.

After all, the Witch Academy’s consistent attitude had left them with few contingency plans for such occurrences.

Most of the people who came here were focused on mastering the techniques of operating professional equipment; many were even holiday part-time workers hired by the clubs.

They were truly amateurs at fighting.

Therefore, facing this kind of situation, they really had never thought about it.

In almost every year of the past, it was usually their turn to look for trouble with other academies.

How could the small Transcendent academies in the vicinity dare to come and look for trouble with them?

I watched the situation where, under the lead of the Guard of the Mother God elf, the group was beaten into heavy injuries with an overwhelming posture.

In the end, I still held back the urge to step in and help.

If one more person died... would this matter become even more serious?

I thought to myself.

After all, death—the nature of this was different.

As for the over one hundred people who died in the Qunluosen Wasteland before, that was because they were in the wrong, and they were counter-killed while outnumbering the opponent.

Nature?

If you mention the nature of the situation to others, they will treat you like a joke.

Isn’t that just looking for trouble?

“Phew... don’t take offense... after going back, I will personally help you resurrect without charging a single cent.”

I muttered this way, and finally, my whole self disappeared from there.

***

Not long after, a wave of people from the Witch Academy suddenly rushed back in a hurry.

This group was quite large, but they were basically all injured, being supported by those who saw them along the way as they returned.

Judging from these injuries, most of these students were those without Undying Nature.

After all, Undying Nature was a hallmark of the top-tier combat power Seniors who had stepped into the high grades.

It also represented the number of battles to a certain extent; after all, if the body was frequently stimulated by heavy injuries, it would also accelerate the emergence of Undying Nature characteristics to a certain degree.

Even though it was already the latter half of the holiday, many students still remained at the academy.

And members of some small news clubs, paparazzi clubs, and the like also arrived at the scene at the first moment like sharks smelling blood.

“Wow... this... someone died?”

“No way? What happened to them? A large-scale brawl in the Arena?”

“I just saw them coming back from outside the campus; they probably got bullied outside.”

The students who loved watching the commotion talked among themselves, discussing it endlessly.

Even if death occurred, to some Seniors with more experience, it was a minor matter.

They could just ask a mentor for help with resurrection.

Although the cost of resurrection was somewhat unbearable for students who were relatively poor, compared to their lives, everything was worth it.

If it were due to some special circumstances, the academy might not even charge the fee for resurrection—for example, those who sacrificed themselves in a death struggle with other students to protect the Witch Academy.

Even if... such a situation had not occurred for a long time.

Those with minor injuries went directly to the infirmary, planning to find Wan Shi Wu later to reimburse the treatment costs.

They mostly had cuts and stab wounds from sharp weapons.

Some were even exaggerated, with an arrow still stuck in their shoulder.

The people whose situation was serious enough to result in death were carried back by several others; there was no need to send these to the infirmary.

Of course, they weren’t sent to the crematorium either.

But went directly to the clubs.

In any case, they belonged to the people working for the Witch’s Secret Realm Club and Wan Shi Wu.

In the Witch Academy, such words also circulated: if you have an urgent matter and don’t know who to go to, then go to Wan Shi Wu.

If something happened, Wan Shi Wu would truly help.

Of course, the fees weren’t low either.

Death and the so-called Resurrection Spell—these things that seemed ”commonplace”—were things that the vast majority of students in the academy had never experienced.

Many students didn’t even know where to find a mentor to prepare a resurrection ritual when someone died and needed resurrection.

Most of the places they went to were actually the infirmary to handle some injuries.

Therefore, the several people carrying the deceased immediately found the Wan Shi Wu club.

Of course, there was also some selfishness of their own in this; the bigger this matter became, the more likely it was that someone would take charge and support them.

Perhaps they wouldn’t even have to bear the resurrection costs, and more exaggeratedly, there might be compensation for mental damage and so on.

And this line of thinking was indeed correct.

“Hmm? What exactly happened here?”

At this moment, this Life Clone of mine returned to the Witch Academy and “coincidentally” passed by the location of this Wan Shi Wu branch.

And I squeezed through the crowd to reach the very front.

This conflict resulted in the immediate death of one student on the spot, and two were severely injured and unconscious, confirmed dead after arriving at the academy.

In other words... three people died.

“Tsk... the Sun Rock Elves strike really hard...”

I sighed softly, not letting anyone hear.

“Everyone, please disperse! Do not gather here at the entrance of the Wan Shi Wu hall!”

“Make way! Make way a bit! Don’t crowd around here just for the sake of the commotion!”

Regarding this kind of sudden event, the personnel at the front desk of Wan Shi Wu were somewhat used to it.

They started to tell those students who were crowding around to make way in a practiced manner.

Although death really wasn’t considered a big deal in the Witch Academy.

The influence, after all, was still negative.

“Classmate, please... make... you, you are that Assistant Xiao Han?!”

The club member dispersing the crowd of spectators was about to speak but stared with widened eyes upon seeing another figure stepping forward.

Following the trend of silver-white long hair started by that Assistant Xiao Han back then, it wasn’t rare to see people with dyed white hair in the academy.

However, for the person before her, the hair didn’t look like that kind of low-quality dye at all, and the crimson eyes that met hers made her subconsciously shudder—those were absolutely not colored contact lenses!

Therefore, she immediately associated this with the person ranked first on the internal club list of the most untouchable people in the academy!

“Yes, I think no one in the academy would dare to impersonate me.”

I nodded gently and then looked at the corpses lying on the ground.

“Whoa Has the Assistant already arrived?”

The students watching the fun nearby were a bit surprised.

“Speaking of which, Assistant Xiao Han... did she just admit to being Assistant Xiao Han?”

“You know her?”

“No! You don’t even know her? She’s an existence known as the legendary Lesser Witch in the academy!”

“Oh! I remember! The one from a few days ago who took on a hundred people alone and suppressed all the Transcendent Academies!”

Someone exclaimed at this moment!

With that said, the crowd instantly reacted.

This was the most explosive topic they had seen during the holiday!

Taking on a hundred alone!

Rumor had it the opponents were all powerful experts at the Teaching Assistant level, yet they were all ruthlessly killed.

That silver hair was dyed blood-red, and she stood alone atop a small hill of piled corpses, forcing a Transcendent Wizard from the Wizard Academy to personally move against her!

Calling such a person a legend, a living legend, was not an exaggeration at all!

Subsequently, the talk among these people grew more and more outrageous, eventually leading me to selectively ignore their gossip.

Instead, I continued speaking to this Wan Shi Wu service staff.

“Is it convenient to tell me what happened here? I happened to be passing by and want to satisfy my curiosity.”

“Sor... sorry... I don’t know what happened either. I just received a notification that people from the club were attacked outside the academy.”

This young girl pieced together the bits she knew and explained to me haltingly.

“An attack outside the academy? That is no small matter.”

Hearing this response, my expression became serious.

“These students died in this attack, right? I will... hmm?”

I was just about to say that I knew the Resurrection Spell and could help them solve the trouble without bothering a mentor, when I saw a group of people arriving in a hurry behind a witch mentor.

It seemed they were prepared; they probably contacted the club before they had even returned.

However, the mentor who came this time looked familiar, or rather, I was very familiar with her.

Elena.

The mentor who was stationed in Ninglan New City during the expansion of the Expansion Realm, responsible for the work of student death resurrection.

At that time, the resurrection work even included students from academies other than the Witch Academy.

“It’s Mentor Elena. I didn’t expect to see you here again.”

I spoke up first.

The other party was also quite surprised to hear my voice.

“It’s actually Xiao Han? Xiao Han, why are you here?”

Elena turned from her previous “forced overtime” cold expression and immediately put on a smile upon seeing me.

“My clone likes to wander around in the academy. I just happened to see something happening here and came over. I didn’t expect to see Big Sis Elena.”

“Clone?”

Elena tilted her head, her gaze sizing me up from top to bottom as if asking... don’t lie to me.

After all, she hadn’t personally witnessed things at the Qunluosen Wasteland before, nor did she understand what a Life Clone was.

“Yes, Big Sis Elena. You also know my understanding of the Resurrection Spell. How about... I help you as an assistant and set up the ritual for the Resurrection Spell?”