Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

The dirt road surrounding the cemetery, which is usually deserted, has gradually become filled with manure trucks. Forty or fifty manure trucks lined up along the dirt road, stretching from the entrance of the cemetery all the way to a distant corner.

The strong odor wafted in the morning breeze, even causing the crows on the withered trees on the outskirts of the cemetery to fly away several times.

The news spread throughout the capital city in just one morning. People whispered and discussed it, and some even took a detour to the outskirts of the cemetery to catch a glimpse from afar before covering their noses and running back.

"Have you heard? The young manager of the Marquis's mansion got into a fight with forbidden objects in the cemetery yesterday, lost, and this morning he brought a whole city's worth of manure carts to block people's doorsteps."

"Seriously? If you can't beat them, you throw feces at their doorstep? What kind of fighting style is that?"

"What do you know! That's their tactical approach!"

"Tactics? I think that's insane..."

Wayne stepped into the cemetery, where the stench was so strong that it would make any normal person vomit on the spot.

But he remained unfazed, simply raising his hand to condense a thin layer of purification light in front of him, and steadily walked deeper into the cemetery.

The water prison is still there.

The hundred-meter-wide water wall was firmly held in place above.

The voice of the Gluttonous Dish echoed from the depths of the water prison, carrying a rage that had been suppressed to its limit:

"You foolish brat, how dare you come back! What did you bring?! This smell!—!!! You—you're insane!"

Wayne stopped at the edge of the water dungeon.

"Isn't your breath very smelly? Since you like to eat, then I'll give you this big gift. You should be very happy."

The roar of the Gluttony Vessel exploded in the next second.

"You think you can threaten me with something like this? Let me tell you, I am the Vessel of Gluttony! I am a supreme being who has devoured the memories of countless beings! What haven't I seen?! You think mere excrement can subdue me?! You're dreaming!!"

Wayne didn't call him out on it, but simply replied calmly, "Oh. That was my oversight. Since you don't like this, I'll have someone bring a fresher batch. There's a pig farm outside the city; I heard their manure pits haven't been cleaned in three years, so the smell should be purer than this batch. If you think this batch isn't strong enough, I'll have someone bring some from there too."

"...You...you dare!"

Wayne stood at the edge of the water dungeon, slowly took out the last bottle of Blood Explosion Potion from his pocket, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the medicinal power exploded within his body, a battle aura far surpassing that of the late fourth rank erupted from him, causing a ring of fine cracks to appear on the ground beneath his feet.

Then he raised his right hand and clenched it in mid-air.

Early stage of the fifth rank.

Outside the cemetery, the forty or fifty manure carts all shook at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, to the astonishment of the onlookers, the various types of excrement inside the vehicle detached from the carriage and flew into the air at the same time.

Dozens of tons of sewage and filth gathered in mid-air to form a dark brown wave that blotted out the sky, passing over the withered trees and broken tombstones on the perimeter of the cemetery, and hovering steadily below Wayne.

Do you think I dare?

Soon, Wayne smiled like an aunt.

"I've mixed my water magic into this excrement. The water magic will neutralize the power you've drawn from those bones. As long as you continue to consume this excrement, your evolutionary speed will be completely suppressed by me."

He paused for a moment and then gave the standard answer.

"I've calculated it. At your current rate of absorption and the neutralization rate of my water magic, you'll need... to eat shit for five days to truly break through to the sixth rank."

The Gluttony Vessel became unusually agitated.

"Shit!!! You made me eat shit!!! You actually made me—the mighty Gluttony Vessel, the supreme being who has devoured the memories of countless beings—eat shit!!! You madman! You pervert! You insane lunatic!! You filthy demon who crawled out of the abyss!"

Wayne stood on that sea of ​​filth, looking down at the silver disc in the water prison that seemed to drip with resentment, and calmly gave his choice.

"I'll give you two choices. First, you can continue eating, break through to the sixth rank in five days, then break free of my water prison, kill me, and devour my memories. But the fact that you ate excrement will be an indelible mark on you. No matter how many powerful beings' memories you devour in the future, you will always remember that you ate excrement for five days. And even if you kill me, there are plenty of people in this capital who can seal you away; you can't escape."

The Gluttony Plate did not interrupt him, but the dark red light surging on its surface had already revealed its current state of mind.

"Second, interrupt the devouring process yourself, abandon this remains, and obediently let me seal it. I can assure you that after sealing it, I will clean your body regularly to keep you clean. You will no longer need to rely on devouring memories to relieve your hunger, nor will you suffer from being covered in filth."

Wayne did not urge him.

He knew that the Gluttony Vessel was currently making a difficult choice. On one hand, there was the path to evolution and the shame of being sealed away, bought with five days of excrement; on the other hand, there was entering the seal cleanly and waiting for an unknown future with dignity.

For a bowl with obsessive-compulsive disorder, the answer to this question is clearer than anyone else: a good bowl doesn't suffer losses in the short term.

Then, the voice of the Gluttony Vessel finally rang out again, and that arrogance and conceit vanished completely, replaced by a weary resignation.

"...Deal. But you better remember this: keep this to yourself and don't tell anyone."

Wayne's lips curled slightly: "Deal."

He raised his right hand and gestured towards the outer edge of the cemetery. Under his mental control, the suspended excrement slowly descended and fell back into the manure cart without spilling a single drop.

The Gluttony Plate made its choice.

The aura that was frantically devouring the remains abruptly stopped. The dark red light on the plate flickered violently a few times, and the entire plate emitted a humming sound as if it could not bear the weight.

It actively and forcibly interrupted the devouring process.

This caused considerable damage to the plate itself, with several fine cracks appearing on the edge.

On the other side, Matt collapsed.

Wayne bent down and picked up the silver bowl.

The bowl of noodles was ice cold to the touch.

[The Plate of Gluttony - Current Status]

[Status: Deep hibernation. Due to the forced interruption of the devouring process, the entity suffered some damage. The hibernation period is expected to be at least three months.]

[Note: You can safely keep it with you while it's asleep.]

[Note 2: Matt, as the host, is completely dead.]

Wayne was not surprised by Matt's death; an ordinary person could not withstand the energy of a forbidden object.

Wayne sighed.

He bent down and patted Matt's head.

"Let me perform your final Mass..."