Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Meanwhile, the Moon Forest shown in the live stream was still in a state of chaos.

Until a clear wind chime rang out, the noise on the playground was suddenly slammed shut like a pot of boiling soup.

A white feather, floating lightly, twirled and fell from a height higher than the spire of the teaching building.

The feathers fell slowly, giving all the little witches enough time to look up, and then they couldn't look away.

She emerged from a gap in the clouds, like a snowflake lifted by the wind.

Her long white hair cascaded down her back, each strand edged with silver by the sunlight.

Her eyes were tightly closed, as if she were having a beautiful dream.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, not a wide curve, but just enough to make one feel at ease.

What is most striking are the wings on her back, wings of light woven from countless tiny white dots, leaving brief star trails in the air with each flap.

Like a dandelion gently dropped from the sky, the hem of her white robe brushed against the magical barrier above the playground, causing a faint golden ripple to spread across the barrier, and then she stood on the platform in the very center of the playground.

[It's Principal Andreas!]

She looks so beautiful every time she appears.

The principal also kept his eyes closed today.

[White hair and white wings, so ethereal!]

A fairy descended to earth~

The students on the playground also fell silent without prior arrangement.

Andreas stood on the platform, her wings slowly folding behind her, transforming into two wisps of light that scattered into the air.

She tilted her head slightly, as if to make sure everyone in the audience was watching her, and then smiled gently.

Good morning, everyone.

She gently clasped her hands together, her long white hair slipping down her shoulders, her voice as soft as a freshly baked egg tart.

"Today is a beautiful day, perfect for exams."

"Is anyone here who hasn't had breakfast? If not, eat now, or it'll be bad if you're hungry when the fighting starts."

Miya was somewhat surprised.

Based on her experience, a beautiful witch like her should have many people calling her "wife," but the playground was silent at this moment, and even the barrage of comments wasn't as overwhelming.

The principal always uses this terrifying tone to say things.

[I was so scared I cried]

"Okay, it seems everyone has eaten their fill."

Andreas nodded in satisfaction.

"Now, the part everyone's been waiting for is the explanation of the martial arts test rules. This year's rules are very simple, so simple that even I won't get them confused."

She extended a finger and touched the air with her fingertip. A transparent light screen unfolded behind her, displaying five large characters.

"A battle without rules."

Andreas's tone remained sweet as she uttered those words.

"Each candidate will receive a communicator upon entering the venue. The communicator will display your current kill count in real time. The more kills you have, the higher your ranking."

"As for how to kill them, what methods to use, whether it's several people fighting one or one person fighting a group, none of that matters."

"Of course, if you die, you will be automatically teleported out of the space, so you don't have to worry about actually getting hurt. However, you will retain your sense of pain, so little witches who are afraid of pain should try their best not to get killed."

A collective gasp filled the playground, but Andreas hadn't finished speaking.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes still closed, and her smile still gentle, but she looked in another direction.

"Oh, right, this year's examiner is still our dear Primula."

The blue-haired girl in the distance raised her empty teacup and waved to all the examinees.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

【Maru La】

I want to see rivers of blood and fangs!

[My favorite episode!]

An even more violent commotion erupted on the playground than before.

Several little witches in the elemental magic queue immediately covered their faces, someone from the alchemy department dropped a potion bottle due to trembling hands, and a girl specializing in summoning magic who was leading a wolf cub instinctively hugged the wolf cub's neck tightly.

Standing under the flag of flesh and blood magic, Miya suddenly felt the urge to urinate, probably due to nervousness.

She really didn't like fighting, and she didn't even know most of the people present.

She was just an ordinary little witch who wanted to quietly learn flesh magic, occasionally sell wine at Nightingale's Nest, and watch Little Ghost's live stream late at night.

Mi Ye turned her head pitifully and looked up at Bie Chenye.

Her eyes, brimming with tears, seemed to say, "Teacher, I don't want to fight. Can I go home?"

Bie Chenye looked down at her, then reached out and gently rubbed the top of her head.

"It's okay."

Don't say it in the dead of night.

"If we steal a few more vegetables, that's considered a success."

"...Teacher Bie, are you sure you have no problems with your professional ethics?"

"My professional ethics were destroyed the day Primula gave me the pink cartoon mushroom certificate."

Don't remain expressionless in the dead of night.

Before Miya could continue her吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments), Primra, who had somehow appeared on the stage, stretched out her right hand, her five fingers spread, and a pale blue flame appeared in her palm.

The flame, which was only the size of a billiard ball at first, danced gently in her palm, like a living heart.

Then she turned her palm over, and the flame fell silently to the ground, but it did not go out.

The blue flames spread rapidly, drawing a huge and complex magic circle. The lines radiated outward from the center of the playground, passing under the feet of each examinee and extending all the way to the edge of the playground.

Primula touched the center of the array with her fingertip.

Mi Ye only had time to hear Bie Chenye say behind her, "Remember to steal more vegetables," before her consciousness was thrown into a high-speed washing machine.

The world spun around her, everything was turned upside down, and everything in front of her was swirled into a colorful ribbon, spinning rapidly around her.

The milk she had drunk that morning started churning in her stomach. She gritted her teeth and forced the milk back down, thinking that it would be too embarrassing to throw it up before the exam even started because of motion sickness.

After an unknown amount of time, the spinning finally stopped.

Miya opened her eyes.

Above us was a dark green dome completely obscured by layers upon layers of tree canopies.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, turning into slanted beams that cast dappled patterns of light on the damp, mossy ground.

The trunk of a tree was taller than she was, and its bark was covered with glowing vines and unknown ferns. The sporangia on the vines were slowly opening and closing, as if they were alive.

In the distance, there was the sound of a waterfall, the water crashing down from a great height, the roar of it hitting the rocks echoing through the jungle.

Ancient jungle.

Primula's Mirror World.

Miya stood there for a while, confirming a few things: there shouldn't be any dragons, right? And no one around her should want to kill her, right?

She looked around and saw a cluster of mushrooms emitting a pale blue glow growing at the base of the nearest large tree, with speckled silver markings on their caps.

What is this?

I think I drew this in Teacher Bie Chenye's herbal notes.

Star-shaped fluorescent mushroom.

A single flower can sell for several hundred Loren on the market because it only grows naturally in primeval forests where there is absolutely no sunlight, and artificial cultivation has never been successful.

Miya squatted down, took out a small knife from her waist pouch, and carefully dug out the mushrooms, roots and all, wrapped them in an old newspaper she carried with her, and stuffed them into her bag.

Then she stood up, zipped up her jacket all the way, and two dark red tentacles slid out from the cuffs, hanging at her sides. The dark red petals at the ends of the tentacles opened slightly in the humid air, as if sniffing out the magical fluctuations around her.

A single Loren flower costs several hundred, and I managed to get three as soon as I landed.

She suddenly realized that what Teacher Chenye said was right.

First place can be left uncompeted for, but stealing food is a must.