Chapter 324: Secrets and Deceptions
Who was she?
Osuna’s faint consciousness struggled to understand this question, gradually coming to a halt.
“You are…” She slowly extended her hand, wanting to ask something, and the other seemed to know as well, turning around slowly.
“I am a witch,” the woman said, her face covered by a black lace veil. Her purple, transparent eyes were like starry whirlpools, captivating anyone who looked into them.
“Witch? No, I am the witch.” Osuna muttered vaguely, expressing some of her inner instincts.
“You are not, at least not yet.” The woman replied quietly, her words seeming to possess a magical quality that made people feel entranced.
“Then how can I become a witch?” Osuna asked slowly.
“Why do you want to be a witch? It might not be a good thing,” the woman calmly asked.
“I don’t want to live a lowly life like a sparrow on the roadside. I want the best. I want to be the most popular, the one everyone envies. That’s the life I want.” Osuna seemed clearer now, speaking from her heart.
“There are other ways to achieve that,” the woman continued, looking at Osuna who had squatted on the ground.
“I can’t. I can’t work that hard, I’m not that beautiful, and I’m not the most talented. I can’t compete with them. I can’t!” Osuna wept.
Osuna knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face.
After hearing these words, the woman sighed softly, remaining silent for a long time before continuing.
“I understand.”
“I can make you a witch, but you will have to pay a price,” she said, her white skin contrasting with her rosy lips. Her face was obscured by the lace veil, and her voice carried an endless sense of distance and ethereality.
“Yes, as long as I truly become a witch, I will do anything. Please help me,” Osuna lifted her head, her eyes filled with boundless desire and fervor.
“Then… let’s start here,” the woman removed her black lace gloves, placing her fingers on Osuna’s forehead, causing her to freeze in place. With her other hand spread in the air, a strange sword gradually appeared.
The sword was white-gold in color, straight and smooth. Upon closer inspection, one could see intricate silver patterns on the blade. On either side of the hilt were two pendants resembling trays, giving the impression of a balance scale when upright.
The woman then slowly squatted down, embracing the motionless Osuna, and pointed the sword at her back, piercing through both of them. A strange radiance emanated from the sword, though no blood flowed despite the wound.
A peculiar connection formed between the two, and a contract and exchange took place.
“Now, you are half a witch,” the woman said.
Osuna stared blankly at the woman’s face, her mind a blank slate, followed by an overwhelming flood of memories and information.
Seeing Osuna in this state, the mysterious woman realized something. “This is troublesome. I can’t let this child know too much right now.”
She gently brushed Osuna’s eyelids, making her fall into a deep sleep, then retrieved a light silver gemstone, placing it on Osuna’s forehead to seal away unnecessary memories.
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In the night forest, the sound of insects echoed everywhere. Occasionally, fireflies flew through the trees, flickering like stars.
A purple-haired girl with closed eyes felt a chill and slowly woke up.
“Pain,” she exclaimed, struggling to stand up, ignoring the dirt on her hands. She carefully examined her clothes and recalled what happened before she lost consciousness.
She remembered walking back home, then her consciousness gradually fading until she collapsed by the roadside.
How could this happen? Osuna wondered, unable to believe what she saw. She was about to advance to Sequence 5 and had considerable talent. She shouldn’t have simply fainted on the roadside.
Moreover, there was a small tear in her chest, but upon checking, she found no injuries or abnormalities, which was strange.
With many questions and uncertainties, Osuna returned to her dormitory. Amidst her roommate’s astonishment and inquiries, she casually explained and went to bathe.
That night, as Osuna lay in bed, she dreamed of many bizarre things. In her dream, she became incredibly powerful, effortlessly destroying cities and moving through crowds unseen. With a mere thought, she could make elephants walk through city streets unnoticed.
Is this my power? Osuna had slowly realized she wasn’t a witch, but last night’s dream renewed her hope. She eagerly began testing her newfound abilities.
Her first target was her roommate. When she hid herself, even intentionally blocking her path, the roommate couldn’t see her. Not only that, after bumping into Osuna and falling, she didn’t find it strange but instead blamed herself for carelessness.
Thus, under Osuna’s deliberate tests, her roommate’s morning was full of misfortunes—falling, dropping her blanket, having cold water poured on her head, wetting her hair and clothes. Finally, she had to dry her hair and change clothes before leaving, all while being unaware of the strange occurrences, attributing them to her own clumsiness.
Truly amazing.
Osuna watched her roommate finally leave the room, examining her palms. Only then did she realize she was completely different from before.
This feeling of holding power was truly wonderful, like sweet honey slowly flowing in her heart, bringing unprecedented joy, self-satisfaction, comfort, and superiority.
“Wait and see. I will shock you all and make you kneel willingly at my feet. Hahaha,” the purple-haired girl in the room covered her mouth, looking up at the ceiling, tears streaming down her cheeks, then burst into a wild and unrestrained laughter.
(End of Chapter)
