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

Miya pulled Asase's katana from the gravel ground and examined it for a long time.

The icy blue magic patterns remaining on the blade had not completely dissipated, and gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

It's a good knife.

After thinking for a moment, she put the knife back in the ground and didn't take it with her.

After all, she doesn't know how to use a knife, so carrying it would be a burden. Besides, it's a family heirloom of Asase's, and someone should come and return it to her after the exam.

The exam was about to end, and all Miya wanted to do was eat a hamburger.

The golden tear mushrooms in the backpack had long been chewed up, half a piece of ginger remained, the rice ball was given to Xiaoye, and the hemostatic herb couldn't be eaten as a meal.

From morning until now, she has only had one proper breakfast prepared by Bie Chenye. After that, she fought and gathered herbs for several hours in a row. Her physical strength has long exceeded the normal range. She only managed to stay upright because of her constitution panel. But even with a high constitution, she still couldn't stop feeling hungry.

She rubbed her rumbling stomach and then squatted down to examine the moss near a rock by the lake.

There was no Blood Fairy, no Silver Vein Three-Leaf Flower, not even the most common hemostatic herb. This lakeside had clearly been completely turned upside down by the previous battle.

Meteorites have struck, alchemical bombs have exploded, and the misty clouds of Asase have frozen over. Not to mention herbs, even several layers of moss have been torn away.

She walked a little further, parted the bushes, and squatted down to carefully sweep around the area near the tree roots.

It's not here, it's not there.

The herbs that were once ubiquitous seem to have disappeared in this area; they were either destroyed in the battle or had been harvested by her before.

Hunger and restlessness scratched at her heart like two cat paws.

She straightened up, leaned against the tree trunk, and closed her eyes.

A thought popped into my head.

Searching one by one is too slow. There probably aren't many candidates left. If the exam ends sooner, she can go out for dinner earlier.

The thought was gentle when it first came to mind, but after it rolled around in Miya's mind, it suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Why don't we kill them all? Once we've killed them all, we can get out.

Miya suddenly opened her eyes, her back bouncing off the tree trunk.

She stood there, her chest heaving violently several times.

"No, no, no."

She had been splashed with wine by a drunken guest at Nightingale's Nest, cried while clinging to Reminal's leg when caught in the act, and was so frightened by a surprise inspection by Mebius that her legs went weak, but she never intended to hurt anyone.

Even in the Mirror Realm, where death doesn't truly mean death, the thought of killing them all shouldn't have crossed her mind.

Bie Chenye once said that flesh magic is the magic closest to life and also closest to death. If she doesn't constantly remind herself to hold onto her bottom line, she will eventually cross it at some point when things aren't so clear.

She took a deep breath and suppressed that thought to the deepest part of her mind.

Meanwhile, in the wooden cabin behind the mountain, Bie Chenye sat on the cushioned bench with a herbal notebook with its pages curled up on her lap, but her gaze was not on the notebook at all.

The phone was propped up in front of the water glass, and the screen showed Mi Ye's live stream from her own perspective.

Bie Chenye picked up his cup and took a sip of water, a slight smile playing on his lips behind the glass.

Primula, when you gave me that pink cartoon mushroom certificate at the teachers' conference back then, you probably never imagined this day would come.

She tapped Miya's bulging backpack on the screen with her finger, secretly pleased.

She'll attend the next teachers' conference, just to see what kind of expression Primula will have, heahiahia~

The perspective returns to the jungle, where Miya has already adjusted her mindset.

Since we can't find the herbs, let's focus on finishing the exam.

She rubbed her still rumbling stomach, and two tentacles slid out from her sleeves, their dark red petals fully unfurling in the afternoon sunlight.

The empty louse jumped off her shoulder, splitting into four smaller, pinkish-white clumps that lined up around her as if waiting for instructions.

For the next period of time, she completely abandoned concealment and detours, traversing the jungle in a straight line.

Tentacles cleared a path in front of him, pushing aside the vines and ferns that blocked his way.

The lice split into four clumps: two clumps stood guard on the flanks, and two clumps followed behind, ready to pounce and engulf anyone in their path.

When they encountered the first examinee hiding in a tree, Miya used her tentacles to pull her down from the tree. The Empty Lice caught her below and wrapped her up. Even her screams were suppressed into a muffled nasal sound by the paralysis effect.

Upon encountering a second examinee hiding behind the bushes, conjuring magic missiles, Miya lashed out with her whip without turning her head. The tentacle struck the examinee's wrist, causing the magic missile to dissipate instantly. The Void Lice floated over, wrapped itself around the missile, and sent it away.

Some candidates saw Mi Ye walking over from a distance and, without saying a word, raised their wands and began chanting a spell. A half-formed fireball condensed at the tip of the wand, still in the charging stage, but Mi Ye's tentacles had already sprang out, wrapped around her wand, and with a gentle tug, the magical circulation of the fireball spell was extinguished by the life force of the tentacles, and only a wisp of blue smoke rose from the tip of the wand.

The examinee looked down at his empty hands, then looked up at the two dark red tentacles with petals opening in the air beside Mi Ye and the four pinkish-white soft bodies that were jumping and approaching. He decisively raised his hands above his head and made a surrender gesture.

Miya paused for a moment, then nodded seriously, letting the empty louse gently wrap itself around her, her movements even gentler than usual.

This is a complete abandonment of pretense.

Am I watching some kind of hack-and-slash browser game?

[The most intense episode]

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On the forum, someone was keeping track of Mi Ye's elimination count in real time.

Since she started her rampage, her kill count has jumped from single digits to double digits, and her ranking has jumped from third to first.

Meanwhile, the post that claimed all the top seeded players had been eliminated was pushed to the front page again, and the gamblers and witches below were arguing fiercely. On the other hand, those who chose Miya before the start of the competition won big with amazing odds.

Someone said they were going to revise their graduation thesis, and call it "On the Impact of Flesh Magic on the Traditional Magic System."

At this very moment, Miya was squatting on a moss-covered rock, gnawing on the last half of a piece of ginger.

The spiciness exploded on her tongue. She frowned, swallowed it, gulped down a few more mouthfuls of lake water, stood up, and continued walking forward.

The number of remaining test takers is declining at a steady rate.

One name after another turned gray on the list, each grayed-out name corresponding to a pinkish-white slime and a teleportation beam descending from the sky, until only one name remained lit on the list.

Miya stopped and looked up ahead.

The jungle suddenly thins out here, with the trees receding to the sides, revealing a circular clearing.

In the center of the open space was a flat patch of moss, which shone brightly in the afternoon sun, like a small natural stage.

Her hunting instincts told her that the last examinee was nearby.

The smell of blood was faint, but that faint scent was enough for Mi Ye to know that the other party was moving, and moving very quickly, yet without making any footsteps.

Miya stood at the edge of the open space, her tentacles slowly unfolding beside her. The dark red petals opened to their maximum size in the sunlight, each one trembling slightly, searching for any unusual fluctuations in the air.

She could sense that the person was nearby, very close, but her eyes told her there was nothing in front of her.

The sunlight continued to shine directly on the open space.

Miya narrowed her eyes, her tentacles assumed a defensive stance, and slowly stepped into the open space.