Whose youth romance story begins with a witch's trial?!

"There must be something wrong with this broken sword. Let's just melt it down and turn it into a hoe to plow the fields...!"

"Well, actually it's not like that..." Hiro, standing to the side, looked a little embarrassed. She wanted to say something, but seeing Leia's dazzling demeanor, she didn't know how to start.

"Huh? Is there really such a romantic thing? A chosen successor sword? I have a feeling that the brightness of this thing is related to some kind of 'order'."

Shirley Tachibana, who considered herself a detective, twisted her detective hat on her head, revealing a thoughtful expression as she whispered to herself.

"Hmph... Need I say more? No doubt about it!" Leia put her hands on her hips, fully enjoying the treatment of being surrounded by everyone's gaze as the female lead.

“Hiro is very bright, Emma is slightly bright, Hannah is not bright, Anan is not bright, and Rhea is very bright—if this order is correct, Arisa or Nanoha should also be in the ‘slightly bright’ category, right?” Sherry Tachibana said thoughtfully, resting her chin on her hand.

"Hmm... Me...? I'm not some chosen hero... well, I have fantasized about this before... but I guess it won't happen." The topic suddenly shifted to herself, and Arisa Fujito tugged at her hood a little embarrassedly.

"Ahem, unfortunately, although magic exists here, it's not a romantic world of swords and magic. This ritual sword isn't choosing a hero to save the world; it's simply responding to the concentration of witch factors active within each person."

Hiro couldn't stand it any longer. She picked up the ritual sword again and handed it to Chang Rong, who was now covered in a group of preparatory witches.

"Me too?" Chang Rong was a little confused. He had always thought that a walking corpse like himself had nothing to do with the witch's resurrection ritual.

However, when Chang Rong took the ceremonial sword from Hero, the entire sword suddenly emitted a dazzling red light visible to the naked eye. The brightness was neither like a candle, a glow stick, nor a reflective sticker, but as dazzling as a lightsaber from Star Wars.

"Wow—so dazzling... As expected, you are my top fan and the real chosen one!" Leia's eyes widened in surprise.

"Ah, as expected of Lord Changrong... No one is unaware of your greatness, no one is unaware of your deeds..." Meruru even went so far as to adopt a devout prayer posture.

"This idiot rabbit is indeed a special existence to everyone, but it has nothing to do with the abnormality of the ritual sword—it simply means that he now contains more active witch factors in his body."

Hiro reluctantly took the ceremonial sword back and put it aside, then sighed and explained to the still confused crowd.

"This ritual sword should have some kind of 'magic circle' effect, capable of reviving and summoning the Great Witch, but the magic circle itself requires a large amount of witch factors to activate. In other words, witch transformation itself is not a necessary condition for the ritual; what is truly needed is [a large amount of witch factors that can only be gathered through witch transformation to activate the ritual sword]."

"Hmm... I think I understand! Chang Rong-kun's constitution is somewhat similar to my magic; both can react to witch factors. However, my magic is to 'erasure' witch factors, while Chang Rong-kun can absorb everyone's witch factors." Sakura Emma showed a look of sudden realization.

"So brightness actually represents the concentration of witch factor in each person's body? And on this witch island, the only way to change the concentration of witch factor... seems to be doing this and that with Brother Chang Rong~?" Bao Sheng Mag said with a smile to Leia.

"So, in other words... it doesn't mean who was selected, but rather... the time span during which someone had a close handshake with Chang Rong?"

Now, even Leia realized that the brighter the ritual sword shone, the more it could prove one thing—the time interval between her relationship with Chang Rong.

Hiro was the first to go up. After a period of recovery, the witch factor in her body recovered slightly, which is why she was glowing.

Emma, ​​having recently been intimate with Chang Rong, hadn't recovered yet, so her witch factor levels were naturally lower. An An and Hannah, still radiating heat, were naturally in a state of complete silence.

Looking at myself, so dazzling, so kind...

Realizing this, Rhea instantly looked at the other prospective witches in a panic. She saw that the prospective witches, who also understood the nature of this test, all cast caring, protective, pitying, and gentle glances at Rhea.

Those gazes seemed to be saying to Leia: We and Chang Rong hosted a super cool silver party, and guess what? Xiao Chunu wasn't invited?

"No...that's not how it is! Chang Rong and I have also experienced it! It's just that it happened in the Gap Realm back then, so it didn't show up in reality—damn it, it shouldn't be like this!! Meruru, Meruru can testify—"

Rhea immediately struck a pose as if to say, "Can anyone else do that?!" but all she got in return were even more pitying looks from the crowd.

"Damn it... If that's the case, then I might as well just... *pfft*!?!"

Ryoua, driven by malice, fixed her amber eyes on Chang Rong as if she were a lioness starving for half a year, ready to pounce and wreak havoc.

The result was that the crowd, who had already formed a fragile balance of "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down," swarmed and subdued him, then took him to the headband-wearing guard to enter a "cooling-off period."

"Ugh... Doesn't the gap domain count...?!"

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

Rhea gritted her teeth and complained, while the headband guard beside her looked at her kindly and offered a comforting "First time?"

—Uh, I'm sorry, Rhea-sama… I'll make it up to you later.

Chang Rong looked at Renjian Leia, who was also tied up, and apologized in his heart with guilt. It seemed that he still had to make up for the lack of tickets for Meruru and Leia.

But definitely not now, because right now I'm in such a precarious state that I can barely save myself...

Chang Rong looked at Xi Luo again. After 'settling' the suddenly berserk Xiao Chunu Leia, Xi Luo coughed twice, patted his white gloves, and looked at everyone again.

"Ahem, please don't mind the brief interlude just now. In short, your guesses were correct. Chang Rong can absorb everyone's witch factors and even produce a [magic-suppressing] effect. Witch factors don't necessarily require witch transformation to reach their most active state. As long as the mental state reaches a certain extreme state of excitement, it's the same. In other words—you should understand."

Hero coughed twice, his face flushed. As a member of the Disciplinary Committee, it was still a bit difficult for Hero to lead the way in using such offensive language in public.

However, when the other prospective witches saw Hiro's shy and blushing expression, and recalled their own experiences, they all understood what she was referring to.

What else could it be but a fan of the couple!

"Huh... wait, wait a minute..." Chang Rong also realized that something was wrong, and he stammered as he tried to stop Xi Luo.

"Since the ultimate goal is to [collect all the witch factors], and given that no one can become a witch, the only alternative is for someone capable of absorbing witch factors to somehow absorb the witch factors from all the prospective witches. In other words—"

"Have a party"

Hiro still spoke, his voice resounding and powerful, devoid of any sordid thoughts, solely for the sake of absolute correctness.

The end of magic? The end of the universe? The origin of time? The truth about ONEPIECE? What did the pangolin say?

All of human wisdom is contained in these two words: party!

"There must be another way, right!?" Chang Rong instantly bristled. Although Nanoha had previously hallucinated such a scene during her vision, Chang Rong still held onto a sliver of hope, just in case.

However, the current plot developments seem to be pushing him towards that final ending.

“There is no other way, and it must be done at the same time. The witch factor itself will dissipate over time. To achieve the same effect as 13 witch transformations, Chang Rong, you have to party with 13 prospective witches at the same time.”

"^q^ Hehehe, Hiro, you're joking again..."

Chang Rong revealed an innocent and adorable smile, but what she received in return was Xi Luo's unwavering and resolute gaze.

"Okay, I understand the logic. Let's begin! A! A! O—!"

"Waaaaah, don't be so decisive at a time like this, President!?"

"I will provide emergency medical services to everyone, so please don't fall behind..."

"Meruru, aren't I your Holy Son? Are you trying to murder him?!"

"I want to be the first! I want to be the first!!!"

"Calm down, Rhea-sama!!"

"Pfft, no matter how strong Rongrong is, she can't possibly face so many at once... Noah's time for revenge is coming...!"

"Noah! What about your filial piety!?"

Upon hearing that throwing a party was not a crime and that throwing a party was the only way out, the prospective witches instantly turned on their hungry wolves and surrounded Chang Rong.

Just as Chang Rong was swallowing hard, thinking his life was over, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

"Wait, wait a minute... Is this really okay? Thirteen people... Won't we be able to handle it...?"

"—Arisa!"

Upon seeing the white-haired girl with a hood, Chang Rong burst into tears, speechless. Sure enough, before every Silver Party, it was Arisa who protected him as the last vestige of reason.

only……

"That guy has the physique to absorb witch factors and turn them into physical strength, he'll only get more and more energetic!" "Oh my, would Brother Chang Rong really be that weak? I don't believe it~" "I, I believe in the perseverance and courage of the idiot knight!" "My accomplice is definitely not such a weak being."

"Is that so... Well then... I'll trust you too. If it's you, there won't be any problem, right, Chang Rong?"

"Arisa! Ahhhh!"

Why do you trust me so much in a place like this?!

Hearing the trusting words of everyone and feeling the passionate bond between them, Arisa Shito nodded, finally looking at Chang Rong with trusting eyes, and incidentally standing on the opposite side of Chang Rong.

That's right, although Arisa always stepped in to stop it, she never managed to protect her...

Just moments before the prospective witches launched their massive attack—

"Wait, wait a minute...! If it's now, some people's witch genes haven't fully recovered yet! What if there aren't enough to start the ritual?"

Chang Rong raised his hand to stop the crowd, while simultaneously posing a question.

"—Hmm"

Upon hearing Chang Rong's words, even the leader, Xi Luo, was taken aback.

"To be honest... considering that the absorbed witch factors naturally dissipate, Chang Rong, the witch factors you have stored should be less than the amount you absorbed before. However, the others, including myself, haven't fully recovered enough witch factors yet. If we hold a party at this time, it's not certain that we can successfully trigger the ritual—"

If possible, Hiro would like to keep playing this time difference forever, never being able to gather enough witch factors, and having parties forever.

But that would be too irresponsible. The external pressure is very real, and if the problem of the Great Witch isn't resolved, no one knows what kind of changes might occur.

"...You're right, today isn't the right time." After a moment of silence, Hiro sighed and disbanded the Witch Island Silver Party group.

"Ugh~~~ What happened? I can still grit my teeth and bear it—it hurts!" Shirley complained halfway through before getting a flick on the head.

"Everyone, please rest well for the next few days. We will gather again in the reception room in five days. Everyone will touch the ceremonial sword to confirm that the brightness is not a problem before proceeding with the ceremony."

Reason and a sense of justice ultimately triumphed over lust, and Hero made a pact with everyone.

Time is running out for everyone. The fake battle royale video submitted by Meruru has too many flaws. Even if those flaws are not discovered, if Meruru does not take action for a long time, the outside world will take it upon themselves to send the next batch of prospective witches into Witch Island, and then it will be all over.

This witch resurrection ritual is, in a sense, everyone's last chance. Thinking of this, Hero coughed twice, then added casually:

"Also—if anyone sneaks away to eat during this time... don't blame me for being ruthless. At the Silver Party, not only will I not take you, but I'll also tie you to a VIP seat to watch it all by myself."

"——" "——"

With this rule in mind, the aspiring witches in the reception room exchanged glances, each harboring their own secrets, as if a bloody and betrayal-filled battle royale was about to unfold.

Is it to endure for five days, and then join the other aspiring witches in a spectacular nightmare-level final boss raid in the Trial Court?

Or are you risking being kicked out of the group if you get caught, trying to sneak away and enjoy the thrill of being berserk by the BOSS alone?

This is a choice, a choice, a choice.

As for Chang Rong—

I've been given a second chance at life... but in five days, I'll die...^q^...

Who will win? Thirteen witches, each with their own unique skills, versus a rabbit head!?

The Witch Island Xingai Chapter has officially begun! (Not really)

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Thanks to Chenguang for the sudden, unexpected help!

Volume 1: Chapter 283. On Witch Island, every witch has her own things to do.

Inside the courtyard, Chang Rong lay on the hammock that Arisa had previously hand-made, wriggling back and forth like a rag doll while staring blankly at the sky.