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Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School – Chapter 1197

Chapter 1197: The Void is All About Equipment!

When Arolein arrived here, I felt as if the material on this desolate planet beneath my feet had solidified like grease.

That almost suffocating sense of oppression seemed to stem not just from psychological factors but also from a stagnation at the material level.

Is this what it means to be a Time Descendant?

In the very first moment I encountered him, I felt the unrestrained display of his power.

That indiscriminate power that permeates everything demonstrated the Time Descendants’ mastery over time; they have their own way of understanding “Real Time” and interpreting “the flowing of time.”

In just an instant, I realized that his understanding of time and mine were ultimately aligned, albeit through different paths.

Movement is the embodiment of time. The Time Descendants pride themselves on being the favored children of time, living outside the temporal dimension shared by all beings in the Void.

But they are not simply “fast” or “slow.”

I didn’t actively use my Sense of Time to counter his “control” over time; I merely attempted to adapt to this power using my “Perfect Being Physique.”

The Perfect Being Physique allows one to adapt to any form of life evolution above the Life Sequence, but this is merely a claim, and how to achieve it still depends on oneself.

The Perfect Being Physique is just a foundation.

It’s like bricks can build any house, but one still has to design and build it themselves.

However, this was the first time I allowed my Perfect Being Physique to “adapt” to the sensation of time.

If I combined it with my Sense of Time, I could completely resist his “corrosion” of time, whether it was speeding up, slowing down, or even accelerating the weathering process; I had confidence in my ability to withstand it.

But purely relying on the Perfect Being Physique…

Perhaps it could work?

I looked at my gradually weathering hand, the material that made up my body slowly losing the essence of life and turning into the most basic dehydrated substance.

Though it appeared bleak, my Undying nature wouldn’t allow me to suffer such rapid deterioration.

“Is this all you can do? Even my dissipating power can’t be resisted, how disappointing!”

Upon witnessing my performance, Arolein immediately expressed unabashed disappointment in his tone.

But having constructed my emotional framework from Body Cultivation, I could sense the wild elation within him.

“Dissipation of power indicates a lack of mastery over one’s abilities. Your power leaks out… is also something to brag about?

I casually retorted, as if it were nothing.

“You! Hehe… as expected of a witch, your words are sharp, but you’ve disappointed me. I don’t think you deserve to challenge me.”

Arolein was on the verge of having his emotions provoked but recognized the issue with just one word.

“Oh? If I don’t deserve it… why are you bringing so many people to follow you here, as if you were just taking a stroll?” I said nonchalantly, fiddling with a piece of Aoqin: “I’ll bet an Aoqin that I won’t fight this battle; you’re the one who’s more anxious.”

After I finished speaking, his suddenly fluctuating emotions and mind confirmed my point even more.

Number one on the Talented Individuals Ranking? The current first place is merely a stepping stone for the final Coming-of-Age Ceremony.

He is a puppet, or temporary; after learning that I wanted to challenge him, his value rose, as long as he could test my limits or… simply kill me!

He could reap enough benefits.

The Time Descendant clan sounds like a powerful extraordinary race, but compared to the witch race, it’s obviously nothing.

Though it’s a luxury to use a clan’s talented individual as a front-line tester, those extraordinary forces attempting to take over the “Coming-of-Age Ceremony” don’t care.

“You were the one who first boasted about challenging me; I granted you the opportunity and even came personally, now you want to back down! Is this the reputation of you witches?”

“Witches’ reputation? In front of the myriad races of the Void, isn’t this all they trust?”

I remained calm in the face of his accusations and slander, merely transforming the Aoqin I was fiddling with into a piece of parchment—Witch Contract.

This shift left Arolein stunned, as if a punch had landed on cotton.

After all, all the myriad races in the Void enjoy mocking witches’ reputations… and witches are accustomed to retorting back.

But the one before me… clearly was not playing by the usual rules.

“Witch Contract? Hehe… what trick are you trying to pull?”

Arolein’s face grew darker, clearly troubled; although his intel indicated that I was a socially awkward witch, why was I so sharp-tongued?

More importantly, after being provoked, he felt inexplicably furious, and he had already prepared his rebuttals, yet in that crucial moment, he couldn’t express them, as if he had passively succumbed to a suppressive silence.

Life and Death Contract, undying or not.

I made the contents of the contract clear; it was very simple, consisting solely of that brief but chilling statement, with some supplementary annotations, such as “no pursuit of life or death.”

In the bottom right corner of the contract, my name was already signed.

“I think your Time Descendant clan must be terrified of witches, don’t you think I’m considerate? Many in the myriad races of the Void must want me dead, right? I give you an opportunity—an opportunity to entirely kill me, with only one chance to survive.”

As I finished speaking, I tossed that piece of parchment directly in front of him.

“I can give you enough time to think it over.”

Arolein grasped the flying Witch Contract, gazing at the figure before him, still untouched by time’s erosion; he felt a strange sense of frustration within himself.

Why?

Why was the other party so confident!

Though time was pressing, he was from the Time Descendants; in a very short time, he had reviewed the information about this witch before him, including the witch civil war that lasted a month in the Main World.

He admitted that the torrent of spells was indeed terrifying, but it was insignificant before his time.

However, Arolein did not think too much.

Swish~ Swish!

After receiving the pen handed over by one of his followers, he simply signed his name.

The parchment ignited and burned away, the contract established!

With the completion of the Witch Contract, an uproar of cheers erupted across the surrounding star domains!

Even the Life Forbidden Zone, with no sound transmission medium, could not isolate the passionate and spirited cheers! Countless extraordinary powers swept across the Frontline Realm like a wave of sound.

Even the witches shouted for it, with only a few showing concern.

But the cheers of the witches were normal.

The talented individuals who carried the expectations of the witch race bore the duty of victory, so they unconditionally believed that their fellow witches would surely win this contest.

If they disappointed their expectations… just as the content of the Witch Contract states, she would use her life as “atonement.”

Since you seek death, don’t blame me!

Once the contract was signed, this battle had already begun. Faced with my stillness, Arolein could not care less; he would strike first!

In an instant, Arolein entered the unique time photovisual realm of the Time Descendants; this was his “Time Domain”!

Within his Time Domain, everything slowed down; in contrast, to others, Arolein appeared to be out of sync with their temporal progress.

A very basic application of time.

That’s my assessment; I can do it with my Sense of Time as well, but I can’t isolate my Sense of Time into an independent Field Order.

Yet the other party had already taken a scythe-like weapon and was rushing towards me!

It was as if the afterimage had been erased by time, arriving in front of me in that instant.

And ironically, the weathering dust on me still hadn’t dissipated.

Swish—!

A clean cut passed through my body.

In the next moment, the light of the Reincarnation Rebirth Spell flashed, and I was once again whole and unscathed.

But soon, my body once again suffered the effects of weathering within the Time Domain.

“If this is all you’ve got, I wouldn’t even need to think about how to break it; the Reincarnation Rebirth Spell can easily deal with it,” I mocked.

Then I wanted to see how many times you could kill me! Arolein frowned, recalling the troublesome Spellbook he had briefly seen in the intel.

You are even more foolish; I have Infinite Magic Power.

Just a few simple words instantly broke through his defenses. If he couldn’t kill me no matter what, then this confrontation wouldn’t be about how this witch could crack his temporal power but rather how he should respond to this “Infinite Magic Power Reincarnation Rebirth,” an unresolvable loathsome combo!

He killed me several times in succession, but the reality proved… it was utterly useless.

On the contrary, I began to gradually discern some of his attacking styles and behavioral habits.

And I confirmed that the scythe he wielded was undoubtedly a terrifying Sacred Artifact!

Because every strike carried the breath of order, meaning that even an extraordinary being wielding the Sacred Artifact could break the Field Order of the Holy Realm, causing damage to it, and even had the potential for a single strike to kill the opponent!

Why aren’t you dead yet! Make it more thorough for me!

Arolein swung his scythe once more, and just as he thought this time he could kill me, a heavy book suddenly leaned against the spine of his scythe, blocking his attack!

“The scythe is a very niche weapon; it’s not meant for frontal combat and can easily be countered.”

In that moment, I flipped the Box of Books into my hands; with just one move, I pressed against the handle of his scythe.

“Just like this~ Has anyone ever told you that your scythe looks really ugly? No wonder you rely on the power of time; if it were discovered that you were just trying to look cool, you’d be the one looking embarrassing.”

“You!”

Arolein’s pupils contracted as he stared at me!

It wasn’t that my current actions threatened him in any way, but at that moment, I had ceased to be affected by weathering!

My Perfect Being Physique had, over this long period of time I fought, initially adapted to this “power of time.”

At least the corrosive effect of weathering could no longer objectively impact me.

Now I craved tasting his flesh and blood!

I wanted to analyze the abilities granted by his racial blood; what sort of foundation allowed them to wield such power?

Once I understood, I could swiftly lead my Perfect Being Physique to complete the ultimate derivation, transforming my own body into a “Time Forbidden Zone”!

This is no joke. Time is merely a concept that can be toyed with and not a real power. Movement is the embodiment of time. How do you define a second? Relying on the fine needle made from a heap of materials, slightly rough, driven by gears, finally jumping once on a dial?

To the Time Descendants, the reaction limit of ordinary life within a second appears abundant; if they were to measure “objective one second” using the “sensation” of an ordinary being’s response within a second, they could easily divide one second into hundreds or thousands of parts.

If the Time Descendants were merely like this, I would be very disappointed.

So far, the opponent has not shown any combat power capable of killing Elia.

If it were merely based on the reaction power granted by time, even the top talents would be able to reach that realm through instinct, regardless of relying on the power of time.

But without a doubt, Arolein, who wielded the power of time, has a huge advantage on the battlefield.

“I asked Veronica to pass you a message; I don’t know if she said it in front of you.”

My voice echoed in his ears, sending a chill down his spine.

“What?”

“That is… I want to taste the flavor of time!”

As I finished speaking, my Box of Books was suddenly slammed against him; holding the Sacred Artifact, my Box of Books could barely be considered a Sacred Artifact!

But just when I thought I had landed a hit, a protective barrier before him suddenly absorbed that pure attack.

It was abrupt, as if he had been waiting for my blow to fall…

Bang—!

Unlike the slicing of the scythe, this was an attack from another weapon, infused with the power of order, which killed me.

The light of the Reincarnation Rebirth Spell flashed once more, but Arolein laughed heartily: “You think you can kill me with this broken book? The Void is all about equipment! You, a witch who has never left the Main World in your life, do you understand? You know nothing!”

I found no fault in Arolein’s mockery; I merely thought it biased for him to call my Box of Books a broken book.

Although the Box of Books carried the Field Order of “Knowledge Power” due to the Great Knowledge Seed, it fundamentally remains a quasi-Sacred Artifact, relying on the power of order that I myself mastered—merely a degree of amplification and capacity.

His Sacred Artifact possesses the unique order power of a Sacred Artifact, capable of slashing through Holy Realm experts simply by being wielded.

And if my Box of Books were seen by others, it might just be sold for scrap metal prices.

Of course—this is just a joking remark.

“So… your combat power is essentially all about equipment?” I uncovered the essence of his nature.

I clarified how that mentality corresponded to his rank and strength… it turns out it relied on external objects and became accustomed to them?

I admitted the Void is all about equipment, but… my combat power is not diluted.

Thinking from another perspective, if I armed myself with equipment… would you not explode?

But the other party was lucky; I lacked those flashy equipment.

Yet the other party was also unfortunate; I possessed abilities more extravagant than all those hodgepodge equipment!

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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