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

Nightingale's Nest is also closed today, but the door is unlocked and the glasses on the bar haven't been cleared away.

Korika sat cross-legged on a high stool, her short light green hair tied into a small bun with a rubber band sticking out on her head. Her phone was propped up on the bar counter, and the screen was showing the official live stream of the Moon Forest Martial Arts Tournament.

The sunflower seed shells in front of her were piled up like a small mountain, and she had already drunk her third glass of sparkling water.

"Hahahaha! Two more have arrived!"

Korika's laughter echoed through three tables, even drawing the attention of Zimi Lu, who was wiping cups in the kitchen.

On the screen, Mi Ye is stuffing Mo Ning and Ai Lan into the tree.

Purple Rice Dew was somewhat speechless.

"What exactly is going on?"

Flores sat on a high stool on the other side of the bar, legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine.

She didn't slam her fist on the table and laugh like Kelica, but the smile on her lips never faded from the beginning.

On the screen, Mi Ye is squatting in the mud digging for Blood Fairy, her wet blonde hair plastered to her cheeks, and water still dripping from the cuffs of her windbreaker.

"She's found her rhythm."

Flores took a sip of red wine and placed the glass on the bar.

"She wasn't afraid of being hit. Her physical strength and defense could withstand most of the candidates' attacks, so she didn't have to nervously dodge like the others. Just her mindset was different, and she set the pace of the entire exam room."

Zimilu came out of the kitchen, placed a freshly prepared glass of sparkling water in front of Corica, and glanced at the screen.

"Can her tentacles drain someone's magic with a single slap? I saw those two who were casting lightning kneel down the moment she touched them, unable to even hold their wands. What's the working principle behind that?"

"Flesh magic, I guess, but I don't know much about it specifically."

Flores swirled her wine glass, her deep purple eyes gleaming with a dark red light under the warm yellow lamp.

Meanwhile, the discussion board for MikuFans completely changed direction.

Just a few hours ago, the post about Miya was divided into two camps arguing fiercely. The "little maid" faction and the "non-little maid" faction exchanged hundreds of comparison screenshots, and the argument eventually turned into personal attacks, with each side claiming they had eye problems.

But now all the posts questioning the issue have been suppressed by a new analytical post.

The post title was simple, but it received over 5,000 replies within half an hour.

The content consists of only three frame-by-frame screenshots of Mi Ye's tentacles twitching, accompanied by lengthy analyses of magical theories.

The poster claimed to be a third-year student at the Tsukimori Alchemy Department, and wrote the following in the post.

[This is my personal analysis, and I cannot guarantee its accuracy. I believe her tentacles are driven not by magic, but by life force.]

This is why all the examinees who are touched by the tentacles instantly lose their fighting ability; they are not knocked unconscious, but their magic is suppressed.

To use a somewhat imprecise analogy, an ordinary examinee's magic is like a candle, while her life force is like a bucket of water. If the water were to fall on her, the candle would be extinguished instantly. This isn't a matter of strength or weakness, but rather a matter of energy attribute restraint. Her existence is an absolute anti-witch weapon.

Flesh magic is an anomaly among all magic-driven magic systems because its underlying logic is completely different from that of magic systems. It can be said that under the rules of this martial arts trial, almost all candidates have had their combat power reduced by more than half in front of her.

[Not to mention she's ridiculously tanky. During the downpour, Ailan struck her with at least four lightning bolts, and she didn't even break a scratch. With that kind of tankiness and overwhelming stats, I'm telling you, she definitely deserves a spot in the top ten.]

If Mi Ye could see this poster's wild guess right now, she might burst out laughing.

The last line of the post was bolded and highlighted in red, saying that the poster had bet all of his New Year's money on Xiao Miye and won.

The reply section was in an uproar.

Someone posted a screenshot of the live stream replay showing Miya vomiting after eating Ginkgo biloba, saying, "You guys should vote this silly girl to the championship."

Some people also dug up a screenshot of a previous comment saying that if Miya could get into the Moon Forest, they would eat the cat and post it in the comments section. The original poster actually replied, saying that if it were her, she would definitely eat it.

More people flocked to Miya's previous Vtuber account. The account called flos hadn't been used since its last live stream was banned, and its follower count had been stuck at just over a few thousand. But since the analysis post was published, the follower growth rate has been almost vertical.

In an apartment in Bellavita, Rika Asaba remained in that reclining position, wrapped in a blanket like a cocoon, with only half her face and a hand holding a mobile phone showing.

She had moved from the bed to the sofa because her phone was almost out of battery, and the sofa was closer to the charging port.

After reading the post from beginning to end, she put down her phone and stared at the ceiling in silence for a moment.

Although she thought the witch who posted the message was just talking nonsense and guessing wildly, she still unlocked her screen, followed Miya in her private live stream, and then changed her vote to Miya in her MikuFans profile settings.

After doing all that, she turned her phone over, held it to her chest, and closed her eyes.

"Anti-witch weapon?"

She chewed the word twice in her mouth, a slight smile playing on her lips.

interesting.

She had taken a similar exam a few years ago. Primula's dragon chased her for two hours, and she barely survived by using her causal talent to predict the trajectory of the projectiles.

She knew all too well how brutal that exam was; those who could survive in that environment were no pushovers, and this year's unregulated battle would only be even more ruthless.

Under these rules, she had only seen one person in all these years who could stroll around freely: Reminal, who had always been one step ahead of her.

It seems that this year's martial arts competition won't be something I can watch quietly while lying down.

She pulled the blanket up to cover her chin and reopened Mi Ye's perspective.

On the screen, Miya was squatting beside an ancient tree that had just been struck by lightning, carefully digging at the soil under the tree roots with a bamboo skewer.

Her hair wasn't completely dry, and her raincoat was covered in mud, but her eyes shone like those of the most patient hunter in the jungle.