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Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School – Chapter 1080

Chapter 1078: Observation of the Bloodline through the Lens of Great Witchcraft

With everyone’s mutual farewells, I left this crowded place.

Curious students remained here, and even the recently spectacular warship did not stay for them.

However, as soon as I left, the events on the academy network exploded.

Especially the official account of the Union Society; after the news was released, too many students who saw this message felt as if they were in a dream.

At this moment on the academy network, apart from some front-row comments and teasing remarks like “let’s draw a floating warship,” everyone was basically discussing the recent blitz against the Blood Clan.

Various news societies within the academy quickly published the latest developments. The accompanying images were freshly taken, and the copy was written based on internal intelligence, with an eye-catching title.

But everyone just ate this up, with many students asking about the latest updates.

“Wow! Teaching Assistant Xiao Han has struck again after the Day Rock Battle and the Earth Day Tragedy! Could it be that the Blood Clan Academy will also belong to our Witch Academy now?”

“Take a closer look; it’s just a Blood Clan affiliated academy!”

I don’t care! Sister Xiao Han!

Mind your language; your crude words have been starred out.

Isn’t anyone concerned about Sister Xiao Han requesting that the Blood Clan affiliate send representatives to the Witch Academy to sign the defeat contract? There’s going to be a good show, sisters!

Nice! Those disgusting Blood Clan guys deserve to die. I am someone who personally experienced the Blood Slave Peninsula incident. I just say that Sister Xiao Han knows how to insult the Blood Clan.

Salute to the battlefield king, let’s share our achievements!

Image.JPG, this is genuine Blood Slave.

Ugh! So disgusting! Sister Xiao Han rules! Attached photo: Xiao Han conjuring a fireball.JPG

While everyone was passionately eating melons on the academy network, inside the Union Society’s large conference hall…

…I believe that the Blood Clan, being such a disgraceful entity, fears power but not virtue. When confronting them, we must use thunderous means to fear them dramatically. We must break their spines to let them understand who they are actually facing!

The ongoing offensive and defensive battle in Fudu Valley, in my view, is a constant erosion of our own decision-making. We cannot be pushed around; if we fight, it must be a one-hit kill. Being held back by them is a failure of our decision-making. The current situation of the Union Society is that it lacks the determination to act.

I know you all want me to provide an explanation regarding this war, but if you don’t dare to speak directly to me, then I will take the initiative to bring it up.

The victory of this war is the explanation I provide. From the moment I arrived at Blood Slave Peninsula to resolve things there, to making the decision to strike the Blood Clan’s affiliated academy, it was merely a matter of thought. I prove one thing with action: the academy war is no longer as simple as casually riding a broom to annoy the opponent and leaving afterward!

“Since we, the Witch Academy, choose to take the initiative, we must abandon the conservative rhetoric and style. No obstacles are excuses for retreat, compromise, or stalemate.”

“I don’t mind revealing to you that the world moving forward is a world of great upheaval. Many of us are avoiding facing the top three elite academies head-on, but are these academies really that scary? Not at all! The Union Society is now seen by many as a means of making money and gaining benefits; I just want to say… sunshine is short.”

As I said this, I swept my gaze over everyone present. After Millien asked me if I would promise her when living together, I looked at the elite personnel cultivated by these families… and my mindset changed.

If they irritate me, I will directly criticize them in this meeting; there is no one brave enough to speak against me.

“The war we lead reflects whose layout and game; I won’t say it directly, but in this grand revolution, our students, teaching assistants, extraordinary mentors, the academy, and even families cannot remain aloof. The conflicts between students are just burying those unqualified to stand on the chessboard; the extraordinary are the final chess players.”

“And we currently stand at the center of this storm; our world has been peaceful for too long and has accumulated too many contradictions. We should clearly recognize this and actively engage in becoming the promoters of history, not bystanders glossed over in history books…

As my long-winded speech swayed the emotions of those seated, a profound sense of historical weight and a mission of great responsibility enveloped their hearts.

I knew very well that using emotional body cultivation in this way wouldn’t last long; once we go out, this enthusiasm will quickly dissipate.

But that is not the result I desire; I just want to plant such a seed in everyone’s hearts. Even if only one sprouts in the end, it wouldn’t be a waste of my words.

I realized I am not very good at socializing. I like to listen as an observer, and now… I also enjoy speaking for everyone like this.

Both processes have no complex negotiation; one is the understanding of listening, and the other is the impartation of cognition.

In this meeting, I talked about many things, most of which were my insights from practice. I can’t guarantee that everything I said is correct, but it must be consistent with the current situation.

In concluding, I also brought up another key point.

The Blood Clan representatives are to come to the Witch Academy to sign the defeat contract.

Upon mentioning this, even many who were still immersed in the emotional atmosphere reacted with a start!

“For the Blood Clan affiliated academy’s battle, before the war started, I had sent them a declaration of war that I personally drafted from the warship. Besides the crimes committed against our Witch Academy, I also outlined a series of contractual demands regarding war reparations, land forfeiture post-war, and student constraints.”

The outcome was obvious; the other side does not acknowledge this and rejects my demands.

“The specific data regarding this matter is not within my area of expertise. I plan to turn over the compensation-related statistics to the Union Society’s professionals for evaluation. When that time comes, remember to include the wreckage of that floating warship I destroyed at the Blood Clan affiliated academy; the reference value should start with the specifications of the warship we are building in the Union Society.”

“I have only one requirement for this: they must pay dearly! Let those blood clan guys understand what it means to feel the pain! The blitz I conducted against them, they will quickly forget the pain, but they have no right to forget! The upcoming negotiations on compensation must make them jump up in pain! The reason I did not annihilate their Blood Clan affiliated academy is to let them know what suffering truly means!”

“As long as the Blood Clan Royal Academy is still around, annihilating the affiliated academy is meaningless. In the end, they will send representatives over; we are in the home turf! Even if we must press them, they need to sign a contract of rightful ownership of the academy!”

“The Blood Clan affiliated academy is right in our Witch Academy’s backyard. If we don’t make them feel the pain and then give them a contractual leash, they will not know what security means. I hope you all remember how the various academies’ alliance has bothered our Witch Academy during this time.”

“When the time comes, I suggest that the signing ceremony of the contract be live-streamed…”

This meeting was less of a meeting than a one-sided speech along with a post-war report.

I aim to plant the idea that “power equals discourse” into their minds. This phrase is correct in any context, especially when the concepts of understanding and values differ greatly.

At this moment, I had some feelings for those in the Union Society; their thinking may differ from mine, but that family-based priority thinking indeed made them calm. Throughout the meeting, not a single fool spoke against me.

This evidence clearly indicated that the participants in this training have intelligence and know not to stick their necks out.

They also understand that those who are not on equal footing do not qualify to speak of equality, not even under the temptation of interest… because this time, the blitz war is my interest!

The war reparations from the Blood Clan affiliated academy are ultimately for the Union Society collective. As for how to allocate them, my discourse power is the greatest.

Thus, regardless of why they dared not contradict me, attentively listening to my ramblings, the end result was that the meeting concluded.

Many things had already been decided.

I currently do not have much energy to continue playing along with the Union Society; besides keeping in touch with Cleveland to confirm a series of details about this incident, I no longer pay attention to others.

I did not respond to those wanting to hold a victory celebration, but I had Cleveland handle it.

After all, I do not care for such honors, but other students in the combat lineup need such spiritual recognition.

Meanwhile, I promptly went to Principal Mei’s office.

I had already sent Sister Bai ahead of time, bringing my Box of Books and that drop of “primitive bloodline.”

This thing the Blood Clan has come up with clearly has problems, but regarding what the specific issues are, my Earth Vein Identification Technique could not respond.

This is the limitation of the Earth Vein Identification Technique; I cannot obtain valid information on anything deemed distorted, altered, or destroyed.

However, getting this far already indicates the severity of the issue.

Arriving at Principal Mei’s office, I knocked symbolically on the door and entered directly.

At this moment, Principal Mei seemed to be busy and did not have much time to address me.

She merely gave a symbolic greeting.

I looked at Principal Mei’s expanded witch bookshelf; these seemed to be accumulated and compressed research by Mei. The spatial bookshelf appeared to stretch infinitely, showcasing Principal Mei’s profound depth.

Even the research materials Instructor Belika sent me could not compare.

“Sister Bai~ What is Principal Mei doing?”

I plopped down on the sofa, sitting beside Sister Bai.

“She’s looking for information.” Sister Bai handed me a book, explaining.

I took the book and opened it, confirming that the drop of primitive bloodline had no issue.

Then I continued, “Looking for information?”

“Indeed, it’s the drop of primitive bloodline that you found. Principal Mei isn’t very familiar with it, but she does remember it, thus going to look for information.”

“So mysterious? Principal Mei has to look for information… that’s a bit exaggerated, right?”

“Primitive bloodline is actually easy to understand. However, Principal Mei thinks it may be related to the World-Destroying Staff plan, so she is looking for some research related to wizards in this area.” Sister Bai explained to me.

“Related to the World-Destroying Staff plan? Really! Is the soul entering this?” I said in surprise.

Earlier, I only thought this thing was powerful; what made me take it seriously was that the diary later mentioned the principal of the Wizard Academy personally investigating this matter.

Furthermore, the unusual actions of the Blood Academy Head further exposed the problem, simply confessing without a word. Except for not mentioning the specific uses, everything else was revealed.

“Currently, it’s just a speculation,” Miss Bai said.

And just as Miss Bai was saying this, Principal Mei also walked out from her bookshelf space.

“What was just a speculation is no longer the case now.”

“Did Sister Mei find the key problem?” I immediately responded.

“Yep, I found related records. Some are quite old, and it took a while to find them.” Principal Mei said as she opened the book to a specific page, then pushed it towards me and Sister Bai.

“Hmm… what is this…”

“Bloodline Lens Observation of Great Witchcraft?”

“Exactly!” Principal Mei nodded and said, “The human wizards are an extraordinary race that we witches often interact with. This Bloodline Lens Observation of Great Witchcraft is a troublesome method they have mastered to observe and locate the veins of the world.”

“Don’t look down on this primitive and troublesome method; the current condition of the main world fits the conditions for applying this method very well.”

“What conditions?” I briefly scanned the content on this page, then waited for Principal Mei to explain to us.

“Look for yourselves! I’ve flipped to the corresponding page for you.” Principal Mei tapped the book’s page. This book is quite old; if it weren’t for the traces of spells on it, it would probably have already weathered.

“The applicable range of the Bloodline Lens Great Technique is very broad and has been verified across numerous large and small worlds. Although there are no experimental materials from the main world, it should be feasible.”

“To deploy this technique, one needs to extract the primitive bloodline of the corresponding world’s destined race, requiring a large number of blood sacrifices of the corresponding life races. It’s said that this technique was discovered by extraordinary wizards after invading a large Blood Clan world community.”

“The Blood Clan race in the main world, an unseen race, has the highest blood ancestor at only the level of a general extraordinary holy realm, yet occupies such a vast earth in the main world, housing three extraordinary academies—the situation itself is very problematic.”

“Hence, I considered this possibility.” Principal Mei concluded firmly.

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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