"I Became a Witch, but Now Everyone's in Love with Me!"

Chapter 47: The Witch's Madness

 
Witches, as a research-driven race, are known for their thoroughness—and their madness.
Blowing themselves up for experimental data, forcing their souls to linger near death for the sake of observation, performing self-autopsies—none of it is off the table.
Some witches obsessed with experimentation have even cut off their own heads just to dissect them.
And the truly terrifying part?
They can still function—think—without a head.

Through their connection to magic, a witch can maintain cognitive function even if her brain is diced into pieces.
Even undead vampires call them professionals.
Each year, countless witches die in the name of research. The ones most often sent to Hell to rescue their wayward souls aren’t the battlefield sages, but the administrators of the scientific cities.
Don’t be mistaken—sages don’t die less frequently because they’re more careful.
They’re just much, much harder to kill.

So when Jiang Cha started digging into academic papers on the "Witch Brain," she was nearly scared off by the sheer number—and titles—of them.
She scrolled past names like:
“Research Report on the Acid Resistance of Brain Cells”

“Overclocking Thought: A Speed Trial”
“Survival Time in a Magic-Deprived Brain Environment”
Each title more terrifying than the last.
The sheer scale of the material nearly convinced her that witches were absolutely insane.

But madness aside, the data was invaluable.
In the world Jiang Cha came from, the brain was still a mystery. Even if you handed a modern human a witch’s brain, they’d be completely lost trying to study it.
Let’s get back to the real issue.

For witches, the brain is a crucial organ. But it's also incredibly saturated with high-risk knowledge.
Jiang Cha picked only twenty papers from the enormous archive—and it still took her an entire week to finish reading them all.
“Three hundred thousand words per paper? Are they writing books or papers?”
She groaned, rubbing her temples.
After downing a bottle of spiritual tonic, she closed her eyes and got back to organizing her thoughts.

Her original idea—constructing a magic brain to house temporary thinking circuits—was simply unfeasible. Even if she succeeded in theory, it would be a high-level spell far beyond her current capabilities.
The witch brain was too complex.
Back when she had the confidence to attempt it, she had relied on her leftover human “common sense.”
If a human brain could be copied, then surely a witch’s could too, right?
Wrong.
The witch brain was a hybrid machine, running on both electrical and magical signals. Its structures, functions, and mechanisms were exponentially more complex.

This wasn’t 2 × 2. This was 2 raised to the 12th power.
Even with massive optimization, it was far beyond what Jiang Cha could replicate right now.
Her project should have been a failure.

But one paper—titled “The Connection Between Thinking Circuits and the Soul”—rescued it from collapse.
“The location of a thinking circuit isn’t the brain cells themselves,” it stated.
“It’s something beyond that. Another dimension entirely—the soul.”
The rest of the paper was a deep dive into principles and models, but it revolved around one core idea:
A witch’s talents and traits are engraved in her soul, not her body.

The research team tested this by examining a witch’s thought circuits in three states:
In her normal body
In soul form

And while parasitizing another organism
They found little change in traits or talents. Even when parasitizing a powerless monkey, the witch’s circuits still functioned—though her magic was greatly reduced.
Given enough resources, she even began transforming the monkey’s body into something more witch-like.

In other words:
The soul can reshape the body.
And the soul carries the code—for traits, talents, and cognition.
This gave Jiang Cha new insight.
"If the soul exists in a higher dimension, how does carving something into the brain affect it?"

The answer was surprisingly simple:
Cognition.
The soul is unstable—just like magic. It's invisible, intangible, and highly susceptible to influence.

Over time, even the soul of a dead sage will reincarnate into a “normal” soul.
The body acts both as a protector and as a prison.
Together, the body and soul form life. Consciousness is born from that life—and it modifies the soul through belief, and the body through behavior.

Spiritual magic, at its core, aims to evolve and refine the soul.
The great sages proved this long ago, though they rarely stated it outright.
So when witches engrave thought circuits into their brains, they’re not really installing hardware.
They’re reinforcing cognitive belief, which, in turn, shapes the soul.
Magic helps the process along—but the soul does the real work.
“So that’s how it works. Witch magic really is half mystery, half brute force.”

Still, there was one more obstacle.
The soul's thought circuits also run on magic—and suffer from magical interference.
But even so, this version of her idea was far more achievable than the original.

“Master, if you already knew all this… why didn’t you just tell me?”
Jiang Cha video-called Myrtle, voice tinged with mild resentment.
She caught her master in a less-than-noble moment.

In the red-light district, Myrtle sat casually in a plush booth, a half-dressed witch beside him, swirling wine in one hand and gesturing lazily with the other.
“Shhh~”
He held a finger to his lips. “The road to magical development is yours to walk. If I hand you every answer, how will you ever grow?”

“You’re just lazy, aren’t you?”
Jiang Cha wasn’t buying it.
He had told her to go read the brain research papers, which meant he already knew where the answer was.
No “journey of growth” nonsense.

He just wanted to drink and flirt in peace.
“Ahem… Disciple, sometimes giving your master a little face is the key to being a good person.”
“Yes, yes, I understand.”

Jiang Cha’s voice sweetened. She looked down at her screen, hummed a little tune, and—without warning—grinned like the sun.
“Oh~ by the way, I sent a screenshot of your current location to Sister Jasmine.
I hope Master has a wonderful night~ ♡”
“You little brat—!”

Myrtle choked on his wine.
But Jiang Cha had ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) already hung up.
She stretched her arms, walked over to the window, pulled open the curtain, and looked up at the stars overhead.

“Ah~ Feels good.”