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Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School – Chapter 673

Chapter 674: The Complex Skill of Player Possession

“Okay, two questions. Will you answer them? At most, I’ll also answer you two questions later; I promise it’s fair.”

“I hope you won’t lie to me.” I closed my eyes as if brewing something, then opened them again, “I am not an Extraordinary Witch, but my instructor is. Now it’s my turn to ask.”

“Alright, go ahead.”

“Why did you become a tutor for my cheap younger brother?” I asked.

After all, for these players, they do not belong to the Main World. Although the bodies they control do, there’s no way for me to obtain what they want to do through the Earth Vein Identification Technique.

Unless they hold an offline meeting, but the players don’t need to; they have game accounts and friend panels, even team panels. Communication through such means can leave no traces on the Main World’s Earth Veins.

Moreover… I couldn’t retrieve the content of the “meeting” that Fu Xinglan and the others mentioned through the Earth Vein Identification Technique.

Unfortunately, as part of the Witch Academy’s “camp,” they were not aware of too much information.

“I say it’s a coincidence; do you believe me?”

“Don’t test my patience.” I stood up and spoke in a deep voice, seemingly dissatisfied with her answer and attitude.

But what shocked the other party even more at this moment was that in her view, the link of the account began to become unstable!

However, this shock did not last long as it was an “anticipated” behavior.

There is no doubt that this is the work of the hand she extended, even though… she wasn’t quite sure how the other side accomplished it.

“I’m just joking to lighten the mood~ Why act like it’s all or nothing? Otherwise, you’d lose the answers to two questions at once. Don’t you think that’s not worth it?”

“For this question’s answer, you players must have obtained it through other channels; this is not a secret. I don’t know why you are asking me again. Maybe you just want to confirm it once more, right?” I questioned firmly, which means I didn’t really lose out because neither side gained an advantage.

Of course, I said this to verify if they players really had contact with other Extraordinary Academies, or even if they fully understood the situation.

Through the information sharing of the Great Knowledge Seed, although not every Teaching Assistant who possesses one shares information in the Knowledge Tree, as long as one does so, I would know.

Not long ago, a batch of high-ranking family members died suddenly, and their manner of d*ath matched with players being forcefully logged off.

Something must have happened on the players’ side.

“Look at what you’re saying~ Where’s that from? Take that last question into account; this is also a question. Now we can say we’re even~”

“You don’t think I have a good temper, do you? Have you answered my question?!”

“Whether I answer or not is not the point; the point is you already have the answer in your heart. If you really want the answer, didn’t your answer to me just now seem very perfunctory?”

“You!”

“Now it’s my turn to ask this question~ Or do you want to end this game and terminate me?” At this moment, this player seemed to have grasped my “weakness,” feeling fearless, as if “wanting to k*ll her” was just an empty threat and not something to be executed.

I was indeed both angered and amused by this player’s behavior.

“Perhaps you should also know that I have come into contact with the Real Protection Association in another Small World; they have disclosed a lot of information to me, and my means exceed your imagination…”

I was both shaking her Thread of Fortune and engaging her in meaningless conversation, mainly because I needed a more aggressive means for a simple test.

As for the questions I asked her, it didn’t matter if she answered or not; even if she told the truth, I’d still have to doubt whether she was trying to fool me.

After all… it was too bizarre that a player happened to become a tutor to contact here.

If this is not a coincidence… then it’s deeply intertwined, such as how they learned of it, what they intend to do, why they are doing so, and so on.

And this is also what I discussed with the people from the Security Bureau, to seriously deal with the relationship between those two individuals and the Invaders’ Cult.

Actually… I still lean towards the idea that those two guys are just mere coincidences, but investigating is just a side task.

If I really suspected them, simply using the Earth Vein Identification Technique directly on them would suffice.

“You! What exactly have you done!”

At this moment, the player finally panicked because my escalating actions had already made her feel the instability of her account, combined with some of my more aggressive means. She might have guessed I was trying something.

But it didn’t matter because I had a clue now!

Of course, I spent so long mainly to familiarize myself with the role of Fortune.

Though this short amount of time was hardly enough for research, even with a Sense of Time, I still made a lot of gains.

Because I figured out the player’s “construction model”!

Although I didn’t quite understand what the Thread of Fortune represented in terms of techniques, not even the combination with the Mimetic Soul could help me grasp it in such a short time, I came to know what it represented.

The Thread of Fortune represents a medium that conveys information about the player’s “operating behavior.”

Moreover, it’s not just a medium; it’s also an anchoring point!

It anchors something else.

I don’t know what to call it; if I had to describe it, I would say it’s a kind of “Power Network.”

Its form of existence is even more advanced than my Wanlian Main Network Tree. After all, the Power Network of the Wanlian Main Network Tree transmits Earth Energy, and the medium is a substantial plant root network.

However, this Power Network has no substantial carrier, or rather, these “networks” themselves are a type of “transcendent distance” transmission relying on Fortune as an anchor, with only the starting and ending points as understandable transmission effects; the starting point might be the “All Worlds Terminal” of that world, and the endpoint is the character controlled by the player.

There may be a more complex structure involved since… since players wield different powers and exhibit different forms, there must be a distinction in strength.

However… this power feels more like a fixed usage of a customization mode. Those pixel-constructed weapons are their means of attack, somewhat akin to the professional system and skill tree I built among game players.

Yet… this also reminded me of the depth of dreams and their integration with reality, where dreams acquire real information to synchronize with the real environment.

As long as I modify the information on the “operating behavior,” it’s equivalent to controlling the mouse and keyboard of the other party while they are playing a game.

At this moment, the player’s Mimetic Soul seamlessly took over the control of the character’s behavior.

Realizing this, all that remains is figuring out how to obtain the means to “modify the information.”

However, having once discovered information channels in dreams using Spirit Vision and having summed up the original runes for modifying information, thus mastering the spells for dream modification, I now have even fewer reasons not to find the original runes for modifying the path of information transmission in this bright and clear thread of fortune.

I only modify the information, not the Thread of Fortune itself.

No matter how skilled they are in wielding techniques to manipulate Fortune, they still need to convey the information using the Thread of Fortune, so modifying the terminal information becomes a possibility.

I had already roughly figured out the player’s “construction.”

However, now there is another question: I can’t let her destroy her account like that.

After all, the All Worlds Terminal in their world, even though I don’t know if this player is eligible to touch that thing, perhaps just a report could cancel the account?

I can’t ignore this possibility.

“My patience has been worn thin by you. You seem to overestimate your own value, still thinking about bargaining with me. Who gave you that confidence? Don’t you know that if I destroy this account, whether you’d have the opportunity to descend into this world again?”

I grabbed her by the neck. At this moment, I was trying to simulate the effect of the player’s five senses being suppressed through the control of the Mimetic Soul. As a Body Cultivator, no one understands the senses of the body better than I do.

The Mimetic Soul, as a medium, naturally has ways to influence sensory perception.

After all, the body is the foundation of sensory perception for Body Cultivators. For those who are not Body Cultivators, or even ordinary people, it constitutes the “whole.”

While I attempted to simulate the five senses, I also began to study how to modify the original runes for “information transmission through Fortune as a medium.”

However, the one beginning wasn’t me, but my clone.

When it comes to contemplating unknown things, a clone might not help, and could even distract attention and energy. However, trying with a mature thought process as a guide requires no extra effort; it only needs continuous experimenting with a pseudo-exhaustive approach. The support a clone can provide is immense!

So, not long after, my clone gave me many potential successful testing original runes.

And during the period I was controlling the player’s body, I tried to see which original rune could modify the information.

After only a few attempts, I succeeded.

I successfully modified the player’s “operating behavior” information, a predictable success that didn’t even bring me a sense of accomplishment.

At this moment, this player was simply getting irritated by the uncontrollable game view because her actions were too unpredictable! Changing like the weather, just doing whatever… to be called a witch was not wrong at all…

But I couldn’t let her give up this account that easily!

This batch of exploration qualifications for this world is limited in quantity, and each account only has one life. Once dead, everything is gone.

Perhaps those who truly find themselves in a desperate situation will tearfully cancel their accounts, but she wants to accompany this account to the very end.

Let’s shift the perspective to me.

Having mastered the original rune for this modification, the scattered techniques to seize the player’s power were gathered and organized into a fixed process, resulting in a “complex technique for player possession.”

After possession was completed, I just needed to maintain two things’ existence.

One is that the Thread of Fortune remains unbroken, the most crucial thing, as it is my way of controlling the player; the second is that the Power Network must remain intact, or else there would be no character with game combat power, which would not integrate into the player community.

Now the only factor constrained is the account itself. I don’t know whether the other party has the ability to directly destroy the account, but judging by those players who “self-terminate,” it should be possible.

So, I need to let them misunderstand something, which is… they are already dead, and the account is gone.

Although in reality, the account still exists, it’s best for them not to know.

Perhaps… even so, there should be no problem; just scatter the net widely, and some will withdraw from the game based on their inherent thinking, being too lazy to destroy their accounts.

As for whether I’m afraid those game architects from their world can precisely locate these accounts… I think they might be too busy to do so.

Otherwise… the Real Protection Association wouldn’t exist, nor would they allow those antisocial types to wreak havoc in the “Game World.”

In any case, this all boils down to a “bet.”

If I lose the bet, I suffer no losses. If I win, then I gain a player character!

But it’s not time to be happy yet.

I still need to confirm some news, such as… whether their players can descend again, how many accounts can be held, if they want to hold another one, whether the previous account needs to be canceled, and so on.

Many questions are simply probes regarding the account cancellation, after all, this is the only place currently constrained by someone for my technique.

At that moment, I seemingly vented my anger and let the female player sit down. I paused my “possession actions” on her; however, what she didn’t realize was that as long as I wanted, I could seize her again anytime, and… she has no opportunity to resist. It’s as simple as directly pulling her Thread of Fortune to forcefully log her off.

“Have you comprehended my means? As long as you can’t defeat me, you can’t escape my palm; you are merely a fragile player to me, and I can unplug your internet cable anytime.” I threw her to the ground, as if she didn’t deserve to sit on the sofa to converse with me.

“Hehe… Reconnected? In the end, you still didn’t k*ll me; you still want to gather information and intelligence from me.”

“You are the most stubborn player I’ve ever met,” I continued with a cold snort.

Anyway, I’ve achieved my purpose, so I don’t mind playing along with her. After all, the any information obtained during this time is a profit for me.

“You’re flattering me~ But I’ve also seen the means of the Catastrophe Witch; unplugging the internet cable… truly quite an image~ But this kind of torment has no meaning for me; those flashy techniques and your controlling my body to spasm carry no significance, alright?”

“The significance of it is not for you to determine. Since you understand why I spared you, then there’s no need to drag on with those trivial matters. I’m quite interested in your game account and the game mode of your world; I wonder if you’d be interested in exchanging ideas?”

“I still prefer the indomitable attitude from earlier… Ah!”

Before she could finish her sentence, I threw a punch directly at her nasal bone!

The blow was so quick that she couldn’t react; by the time she blocked the pain sensation, the sudden sensation of pain, transmitting through her body, had already made her curl up on the ground uncomfortably.

Even with the pain blocked, the phantom pain had already been recorded by her body, and at this moment, her nasal bone fractured, and a large amount of bl**d flowed from her nose.

“That’s right; I care about the intelligence you possess. It’s precisely because you have grasped this weak point that you are so unrestrained, but…”

At this point, I paused before stepping forward to grab her by the collar, lifting her up.

“In my continuous testing, I’ve found that your obsession with this account far exceeds my imagination!”

“I can’t do anything about you, but I still possess the most basic means of coercion. You can block your perception; it’s up to you. I won’t k*ll you; I’ll just torment you until this account is half-dead and useless; let’s see who can’t hold on first.”

“I encountered you by coincidence, but that doesn’t mean I can’t catch other players. I have many opportunities and don’t need to waste time on you. Doing so is just a bit more troublesome, so your value has depreciated.”

“Your value now only lies in how much time and energy I need to catch the next player. Once it exceeds this limit, you have no value left.”

At this moment, my tone changed from passive to one carrying a sharp edge.

And at this time, this player felt that she might have indeed overplayed her hand, and… she faintly sensed that this was likely the “bottom line” of the other party.

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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
Score 8.8
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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