Otaku Witch

"Ah, really just counted down to one second..."

In the spectator seats outside the Arena, Dorothy had been enjoying the sight of Madeline's courageous charge below, though the Succubus Girl's Don Quixote-like charge did seem somewhat tragic and intense.

But happiness and sorrow are not mutually shared among people. As a spectator, apart from symbolically squeezing out a few crocodile tears, the homebody witch was still pretty happy to munch on melon seeds and watch the drama unfold.

But somehow, as she was munching, how did it turn out to be her own drama?

When she saw that familiar figure with horns on their head and a tail behind, the little dragonfolk also charging fearlessly at the Magic Dragon, Dorothy's melon seeds dropped to the ground with a smack.

The homebody witch turned to where her Martial Soul used to be, only to see the lonely Skeleton Throne still in its original place while the Fairy King's Martial Soul was nowhere to be seen.

"Crap, where's my Martial Soul? Where did such a big Martial Soul go?"

Seeing her own Martial Soul somehow sneaking into the Arena, Dorothy was stunned on the spot.

What kind of problem is this? Isn't munching on melon seeds and watching the show delightful? Why rush to join in and seek abuse? And why do you act on your own without asking for my opinion, is there even a me in your heart?

The homebody witch couldn't help but shiver with anger on the inside.

"You get back here."

She hurriedly screamed this in her mind, after all, it was her own thinking; even if that thought process was already externalized, they were still one at heart.

"Why? Big Sister Witch, this is a great opportunity, don't you want to know where your limits are?"

The Fairy King's voice also arose in her mind, and this unruly Martial Soul sounded very excited.

"Anyway, the other side is our dear mom, we won't really die. Why be a wuss, Big Sister, don't panic. Keep munching and watching; I'll be right back."

Dorothy: "..."

Damn it, who did this messed-up Martial Soul learn its temper from? Why is it so bearish?

Although as the main body, the homebody witch had absolute initiative. Not to mention anything else, just by disconnecting the thought circuit, the Fairy King Martial Soul would instantly revert to its original form, becoming a rigid Martial Soul with only a few basic programs left.

But Dorothy thought about it and, feeling the exhilaration and bravado coming from the Martial Soul, she sighed and ultimately did not do so.

Ah, after all, it's all Dorothy. Why make life hard for herself? Let it be. As an incarnation, even if she gets beaten up or killed, it won't affect her own main body much. So why bother? Forget about it.

"Hmph, such a disobedient Martial Soul deserves to die, mom, don't hold back, discipline your bearish daughter well."

Thinking this way, Dorothy opened up her mana pool.

I hope this spendthrift younger sister uses it sparingly. Magic Power at home really can't withstand such waste.

"Thanks, Big Sister Witch. Watch me give mom a little surprise."

With Magic Power supply granted like this, what was once just an ephemeral Martial Soul, the Ruined Dragon King, also began the transformation from virtual to real. The Fairy King's satisfied thanks rang in Dorothy's mind.

But at this moment, the homebody witch naturally had no thoughts to spare for this battle-thirsty and fearless Martial Soul. Watching her 15,000 Mana mana pool start to rapidly deplete, she was taken aback by the wasteful consumption of this spendthrift Martial Soul.

"Damn it, at this rate of consumption, I'll be gone in 5 seconds. This burns through Mana even more than my Monkey Wine Transformation battle mode."

Dorothy casually picked up a slice of melon and finished it in one bite, then lay back on her seat with a serene look. She knew that there was no way she would be leaving the Arena upright today, so she might as well find a good position to lie down in advance.

Then, synchronizing her consciousness, her perception directly shifted to the Fairy King, and in that moment, she once again became the Fairy King.

.....

At the Arena, Euphilia nodded in satisfaction as she watched the Paladin's Martial Soul collapse to the ground and dissipate without ever taking a step back in fear.

This term's Armed Society Club President is truly a promising seed.

To excel in the Combat Magic System, one must harbor an unflinching heart that welcomes challenges and charges forward bravely—the best kind of Talent. Everything else can come gradually; it's this kind of temperament that's difficult to cultivate.

The Dragon Witch felt quite pleased by this, having served as the Armed Society's Club President herself for a few years during her school days—she was a senior to this Little Succubus by more than a dozen terms. The thought that there were successors to carry on the society's legacy brought her great comfort as a predecessor.
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Although the Little Succubus's Holy Warrior Soul could not reach her, there was nothing surprising about that. After all, the level of difficulty she had set was clear to her, and the oppression was simply not something a regular Martial Saint could withstand,

unless it was the kind of Martial Soul endowed with great fortitude, one that possessed the Attribute of indefatigability. Such Martial Souls have excellent pressure-bearing capacities and are more likely to break through their limits and perform miracles when faced with greater adversities.

Therefore, those kinds of Martial Souls are also known as the Indomitable Warrior Souls, the Souls of the Brave, and are the purest and finest of all Martial Souls.

Such was the Martial Soul of her own Ancestor, the Dragon King.

Regrettably, Martial Souls of this type are exceedingly rare. After all, while dominant overlords are common and kings whom people aspire to are not few, it's not often that you encounter those who have quietly bided their time for the bigger picture, the ruthless strategy makers.

But those who can rise from insignificance, repeatedly fight and fail in adversity, fail and fight again, face numerous hardships, and yet always maintain their unchangeable initial resolve are truly scarce.

Even Euphilia herself admitted she couldn't reach that level. She was merely an ordinary genius, lamenting that her peers were not competitive enough, with hardly anyone able to defeat her. Thus, she had no choice but to stand aloof from her equals, condensing her own Second-Class Overlord's Soul.

It was the same for this Little Succubus; although it was rather preposterous for a Succubus to condense a Holy Warrior's Soul, from what she could see so far, she was just a genius, much like herself.

This Little Succubus was already on the path of the Holy King, with a Martial Soul of the same level as her own Overlord's Soul—a Second-Class King Soul underneath the Hero's Soul.

Thus, if this Little Succubus could continue to develop smoothly, her future achievements should not fall short of Euphilia's own.

It was a pity, though, that whether facing a weaker enemy with her Overlord's Soul or the Little Succubus's Holy King's Soul, they could always throw heavy punches, demonstrating strong stability. But if they encountered an enemy stronger than themselves and couldn't beat them, well, they simply couldn't win, making it very difficult for any miraculous comeback.

Therefore, the Dragon Witch could easily discern the Little Succubus's limit and calibrated the pressure of her Martial Soul just right to that limit.

And judging by the test results, the Little Succubus had indeed pushed her strength to its limit before falling. Therefore, she was an excellent seedling, worthy of cultivation.

So, as all the outcomes were within her expectations, Euphilia accepted the results with calm. There was no excessive satisfaction nor disappointment, just the usual.

Just as the Dragon Witch was about to retract her Martial Soul and end the test, she suddenly sensed another challenger intruding.

Euphilia turned her gaze from the Paladin on the ground, who was dissipating into light, with some surprise to look at this unexpected visitor causing a disturbance.

Could it be that this year's Armed Society had someone else besides this Little Succubus who could bring her an unexpected turnaround? If there were another Second-Class Martial Soul, then this term of the Armed Society would be the best one she's ever led.

However, when the Dragon Witch finally saw the newcomer's face and especially felt that familiar Qi, her eyes widened. The composure that always graced her features was more than just disturbed—it was in total upheaval.

"Ah... Dorothy? Impossible, my lazy daughter could never be so belligerently aggressive."

At that moment, as she beheld the Juvenile Dragon baring its fangs before her, the Dragon Witch even wondered if she had actually given birth to twins back in the day instead of just one child.

But that couldn't be possible. She was fully conscious throughout the childbirth process, and the pain of giving birth was nothing to her. She didn't even furrow her brow once, going so far as to flip through a dictionary to choose a name for her child while giving birth.

Thus, she was certain that she had only given birth to one child—Dorothy was her only daughter.

So, whose brazen and belligerent Martial Soul, sharing the same origin as her own, was this now before her?

The Dragon Witch was full of puzzlement.

But the Juvenile Dragon on the other side was not about to hold back.

"Mom, did you skip breakfast or something? Your daughter just prepared a meal for you in the back kitchen; how about you eat before we resume? Otherwise, this level is truly uninteresting?"

...The challenge from the Juvenile Dragon continued...