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Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School – Chapter 577

Chapter 578: The End of the Matter

“Catastrophe Witch… how is it possible, how could you be here! The dungeon clearly sealed the power of space… you shouldn’t be here!”

“Heal for me! Remold! How could this happen? Why can’t I remold?”

“How could this be? It’s impossible! How do you possess this kind of power!”

After a slash.

Faced with this undeniable fact, the players felt as if fate had played a huge joke on them.

A person who shouldn’t be here, using power she shouldn’t possess, has cut through all their schemes at such a crucial moment!

At that instant, the fortunes seemed to be severed, the upward trend of game qualification harvesting suddenly came to a halt.

Everyone looked at the huge reversal, momentarily speechless.

In their eyes, the black-red filters were cut away by that slash, and all that seemed to remain was the enormous shadow of a tree representing hope.

At that moment, the hope for life suppressed the “irrationality” of that person wielding power in everyone’s minds; no one questioned anything at this moment, even hoping that her strength could be stronger, even more irrational.

Then… to lead them out of this terrible reality.

“The foolish person who speaks first can only question others’ abilities and tries to elevate themselves by belittling others. I simply returned the favor in the way you treated them, and now you’re getting anxious?” I asked with a light laugh.

I sheathed the knife in my hand, and instantly the entire knife transformed into glowing points and dispersed before me.

Following that, I grabbed the Box of Books floating at my side, took a step forward, and with a light touch of my toes on the ground, the Heart Realm Sea rippled and rapidly reconstructed the order around me.

At this moment, everyone felt as if the dungeon space was about to collapse, and the trajectory of that slash was the first tear in the dungeon!

“Catastrophe Witch, why… why can you ruin my good fortune every time!”

At this moment, the players’ voices were filled with anger, fury, and even hysteria. They questioned me recklessly, as if I were the villain.

But I wouldn’t be deceived by the players now; they were the clever ones. They didn’t lack the ability to see reality clearly, and when the outcome was already predetermined, nothing they do could reverse that; all irrationality and madness were just performances.

It was as if their insanity at this moment was either a test of my limits or some other plan.

Moreover… did they suffer losses?

Not at all; they had harvested fortune!

A massive loss of fortune…

I didn’t expect the players could harvest through such means. I instinctively turned to look at everyone. Should I blame them for not guarding the fortune of the Main World well?

Not entirely, because some of them simply lacked that ability. So… this proactive opposition initiated by the players could only be considered a draw; at least for now, that’s how it seemed.

Of course, that includes me.

If it weren’t for me… to be honest, this group belonged to so many Extraordinary Academies, and they couldn’t possibly unite without holding anything back.

If they could unite, it would have been impossible to reach this stage from the perspectives of strength and planning; being crushed is simply due to not doing the groundwork properly earlier.

They walked step by step into traps set by the players, who exploited this weakness, as students wanting to maintain a fragile union had to continually compromise for the greater good of more people.

At this moment, these players also began to go hysterical as I had anticipated.

To resist my restructuring of order, they had no choice but to mobilize all the power of the dungeon, merging those extra sources of the dungeon together, shedding the frills, engaging in the purest confrontation.

This was also my first collision with someone else’s realm. My control over the realm’s power still seemed a bit clumsy, but piercing through the opponent’s realm as a pure tactic proved to be effortless.

Players needed to maintain their realms; without sustaining them, they would lose all their effort.

Countless pixels indiscriminately crashed toward everyone at this moment; anyone with a bit of sense instinctively chose to come to me.

Because they realized that only the area I occupied was a safe zone to counteract these players’ tactics.

If the order of the players’ dungeon shaped the external manifestation of extraordinary pixels, then at this moment I also had an epiphany; the order I manifested from the Heart Realm was… the Power of Knowledge!

Perhaps the Power of Knowledge was merely a preliminary form of expression; it could derive more means.

Countless powers of knowledge swirled through the blank pages of the Box of Books, accurately counteracting the incoming pixels.

While resisting, the Power of Knowledge continually eroded the dungeon with the order of the Heart Realm, as if at this moment, the battle transformed into a straightforward game of erosion and counter-erosion.

No matter how mad the players got or whom they wanted to attack, I wouldn’t let them succeed.

As the realm continually expanded, the unique splendor of the Great Knowledge Tree gradually revealed itself.

The gigantic trunk supported the vast canopy, and this spectacle directly awakened certain memories among some at Witch Academy.

“This… this is that one!”

The first to recognize it was Ming Xueming, the president of the All-purpose Association.

She clearly remembered that night, when a phantom tree shadow blossomed above Witch Academy. Although it wasn’t as enormous as it was now, it had already reached the top of the academy’s curtain wall!

The unusual phenomenon that night attracted countless extraordinary mentors; she was still up late experimenting with her own mentor then, witnessing her usually calm mentor suddenly curse and rush out of her laboratory, ignoring everything else.

The scene of hundreds of extraordinary witches gathering was fresh in her memory, particularly the appearance of that tree…

It seemed ever since that occasion… the name of the teaching assistant Yang Yuelan kept appearing in her sight…

If before that she felt everything was exaggerated, seeing it with her own eyes now… she felt it wasn’t enough!

If a student achieved such accomplishments, she shouldn’t remain so obscure among the student body!

She should be the new spiritual leader of the student generation within Witch Academy, a living legend, leading everyone to create… miracles beyond her imagination!

Thinking of this, Ming Xueming didn’t even dare to think further.

However, her subconscious vocalization made everyone present, protected at this moment, instinctively glance her way, as if asking if she knew something.

But she now had no intention of explaining anything to them.

What right did she have to comment on such a person?

At this moment in the Magic Capital.

As long as the students from Witch Academy were still in school, they all came out to lend a hand for the disaster currently facing the Magic Capital.

With the help of extraordinary students, a large number of ordinary people were rescued within the golden time of rescue.

Yet, death remained unavoidable.

Moreover, a greater disaster awaited everyone in the Magic Capital.

Centered on that enormous hotel.

Surrounding buildings were enveloped by an unseen force, and everyone could not discern what was happening inside. Within the barrier formed by that power, they could only see massive pixel blocks rhythmically moving.

At this time, the surrounding area had been filled with students from Witch Academy, who were evacuating nearby personnel to safety while observing this area being eroded by the unknown force.

From the ground, it appeared like a huge hemisphere. Even just watching it continuously, one felt an uneasy sensation of being invaded by sight.

And at this moment, the boundaries sealed by the dungeon cracked open a pore.

An order distinctly different from that power launched the first counterattack!

Such an anomaly immediately attracted everyone’s attention, but they did not know what this represented; only the extraordinary mentors from various academies watching knew what it was.

That was a force not weaker than that of the player entering the dungeon.

It was also a prototype of a realm!

All extraordinary mentors’ attention was drawn away, feeling that strange order… sending a shiver down their spines.

Not because this power was too strong, but because the implications of this power were too terrifying!

Only students were trapped in the dungeon, and only players possessed the realm; and this new order represented that a student had grasped the prototype of a realm!

Surely those players couldn’t be the ones grasping a second type of realm prototype?

Just thinking about it made it impossible.

Only at the student stage, and not even at the extraordinary level, they reached the level of engaging with a realm, what kind of genius could achieve this?

“This is… that little one!”

At this moment, among the mentors who could see through the realm, someone spoke up. He sensed the figure through the dungeon, and the clash between the realms was too conspicuous for him to make an error.

“Who! Who exactly mastered the realm prototype? Which academy’s student is it?”

Numerous mentors excitedly stepped forward to inquire, even if they believed the probability of such an event occurring in their own academy was low, they still asked because they were intensely curious!

Which academy was teaching how to master realms without issue?

They were willing to set aside their mentor identities and become students themselves to learn!

If the power of the realm could be taught, they would truly want to become students directly.

“Ah… it’s… Witch Academy…”

With a sigh, the tone paused for a moment, then the answer they least wanted to hear popped out.

In an instant, all extraordinary beings’ curiosity faded away.

Witch Academy… this was no surprise.

They couldn’t dare to learn, fearing that after learning, they wouldn’t be able to return.

The assimilation ability of the witch race was too terrifying; even for the extraordinary, they had methods specifically prepared to assimilate extraordinary individuals.

Though… under normal circumstances, witches wouldn’t use such precious means to turn others into extraordinary witches; only real geniuses would be targeted by them; otherwise… scattering net from non-extraordinary individuals would be more cost-effective, right?

Everyone came back to their senses, their gazes returning to the direction of the dungeon. Many turned their eyes toward Witch Academy, their expressions tinged with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

At this moment, the group at Witch Academy was extremely excited, gathered around watching something.

“Yes, cut! Kill them!”

“Not sure, does Xiao Han have poor control over the realm? I’ll share some realm knowledge with her for a boost.”

“It’s not… is this how you all play? I’m already an extraordinary witch, and I’ve yet to grasp a realm. What to do?”

“Just try asking Xiao Han to be your teacher?”

“I’ll reward some practical realm experience!”

“Oh~ a rewarding description! Then I’ll reward some other knowledge…”

The witches exchanged excited comments as they watched the not-so-high-quality live stream, almost wishing they could rush in and specifically guide Xiao Han to beat those players.

As time went on, the tear in the dungeon space continued to widen.

When the dungeon didn’t repair itself in the first place, it indicated their lack of a second chance.

At this moment, the dungeon resembled an egg in the external world about to crack, a branch drilling out from the broken shell.

Everyone witnessed the arrival of this miraculous moment.

A new order continuously replaced the old order, pixels collapsed like dominoes, until the figure of the Great Knowledge Tree completely dominated, with countless powers of knowledge scattering spontaneously, as if those extraordinary pixels constructing a new order.

Surrounding people instinctively reached out to grab a strand of the power of knowledge; it had no specific form, as if continuously changing solely for the sake of knowledge’s evolution. Everything was new and intriguing for the students, awakening their desire for exploration into the unknown.

“This is the Power of Knowledge that Xiao Han possesses?”

At this moment, witches involved in the study of the Great Knowledge Tree found this very interesting.

They had reported this matter in advance and believed they wouldn’t need to wait long, probably right after the start of school, there would be another significant movement.

Thus, many extraordinary witches now knew of the Power of Knowledge and the advancement of the Great Knowledge Tree plan, and they were all quite interested in this new force and order.

As the order of the dungeon was broken, the hotel that once stood here within the dungeon was completely eroded away.

All the rescued people looked bewildered at everything, as if they couldn’t believe they were saved just like that.

And it wasn’t just the students that revealed themselves.

“Damn Catastrophe Witch… this time we admit defeat; you’ve won… but you won’t win forever!”

“Don’t speak so harshly; did you really lose? Perhaps not?”

“Who knows? But I want to leave; you can’t stop me!” At this moment, the players who had lost everything chose not to log off but to use their last strength to escape!

“Really?”

I directly denied their thoughts and plans.

Within my Heart Realm, players without the dungeon’s power were just a bunch of ordinary people.

And soon, I understood why they desperately wanted to escape rather than logging off gracefully.

Because… Heart of Cold Wave.

One of the fragments of [Extraordinary Knowledge].

Thus, the players located in the Magic Capital were completely swept away.

They had gathered here to create a dungeon that harvested quite a bit of fortune, and even now, any remaining players in the Magic Capital were probably doing everything they could to leave this place of conflict.

Of course, I knew all this naturally in accordance with the method of observing fortune.

However, after the technique of observing fortune began to unfold, a slight anomaly caught my attention: the players’ urgent desire to leave didn’t seem to be about taking the Heart of Cold Wave.

But this wasn’t something I needed to consider; when I played with the Heart of Cold Wave, its usual power no longer posed much threat to me.

My focus was still more on those people affected this time.

I looked through space to see the extraordinary mentors hidden within, hailing from various academies, and at this moment, they all showed themselves one by one, taking away their precious treasures.

However, all extraordinary mentors seemed to have a somewhat odd look towards me.

I understood naturally why that was, but I wasn’t scared; after all, this was the home court of Witch Academy. Even if they were envious enough to want to kill me, they couldn’t do it.

I smiled and waved to the witch sisters still watching the performance, among whom I saw Sister Bai’s figure. After assuring them that everything was fine, I finally directed my gaze towards the group of victims.

Those ordinary people trapped by the dungeon order were now rescued; they cheered joyfully for being alive, with some crying tears of joy, some still in extreme panic, and others already fainted from serious injuries.

My focus on these ordinary people wasn’t out of guilt for the incident affecting them.

Rather… at this moment, every single one of these ordinary people was, without exception, entangled in a thread of fortune, just like those players.

Even if they were just ordinary people, in the secular world, they were all wealthy and noble figures.

Their influence in the world… ha.

Then I stopped watching them, focusing instead on the witches. It seemed they also allowed this situation to continue to develop…

However… if this continued, the Main World indeed wouldn’t be peaceful; the conflicts between the extraordinary and ordinary people… would probably be incited by these players.

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

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

身为男生志愿填魔女学院很奇怪吗
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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: Chinese
When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch. Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance. But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control. “Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?” She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement. After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.

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