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Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School – Chapter 916

Chapter 918: An Advance Team Unable to Compete Alone

This is the longest reverse summon I have ever experienced.

Even with my mastery of Spatial Sense Transformation, I find it hard to understand the spatial changes under this summoning mechanism.

Before long, I felt the end of the summon approaching.

There, a deep and dark blue unfolded, and everything before my eyes became tangible, followed by a feeling of exhilaration as the effects of the Great Weakening Spell lifted from my clones.

Immediately after, came the otherworldly will’s rejection of the Outsider.

Even though this is not my main body and not an acknowledged form of Life, it is inevitable that an entity from beyond the world is rejected by the world itself.

However, this pressure forced everything to transform into a curse of doom, which was resisted by my Alchemical Items.

Even though the Main World had been shattered to such an extent, the suppression of the world consciousness was still far beyond what a moderately sized world could bear.

Then, we descended into this world.

I saw the enormous Rune Ceremony that summoned me, along with that profound sky, where not a single star was visible.

The drifting clouds formed a regular circular shape, reminiscent of lotus roots.

Finally… a sensation of weightlessness surged in my heart.

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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