Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual Author: Bu Luofeng

In the third year of coming to this steam world, Ciel gained the ability to simulate the past and the future.

The simulated human beings have created a game in which they can do whatever evil they want, and after countless simulations, reality has become a copy of life that can be speedrun.

The church, potions, mutations, old gods, witches, sealed objects... none of these have anything to do with Ciel. Ciel is just an ordinary girl who wants to live a peaceful life.

She's just better at nipping danger in the bud.

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This book is also known as: "Who is still walking on thin ice when everyone is simulating? Aren't the sidewalks quite spacious?" "No one knows cults better than me" "No one knows more about evil than me" "Goddess, I'm here to negotiate terms"

Chapter 1 The girl just wants to live a peaceful life

June 741, 6 AD, in the city of heavy industry, Buren.

A red-haired girl pushed open the thick wooden door in front of her and walked out of the noisy classroom.

As she was about to step out of the classroom, a slightly nervous female voice called her from behind.

"Xia...Xia Er, I would like to invite you to a tea party tomorrow afternoon at my house."

Hearing the voice, Charles turned his head slightly, and his dark red eyes reflected the other person's blue eyes, which symbolized nobility, and the black invitation letter with gold embossing in her hand.

"Thank you, Miss Amy," Charles turned around and smiled, then took the invitation and said, "If I have time tomorrow, I will definitely visit you."

Amy's expression dimmed slightly when she saw that the red-haired girl in front of her did not clearly agree.

She knew that when the other party said this, he would most likely not attend the tea party, as other people's invitations had been declined in the same way before.

But Amy still did not give up and continued to invite:

"It's a tea party about college entrance exams. Several professors from Anzu University will be there... Doesn't Ciel think law is interesting? My father is very familiar with them. If you can show off your intelligence in front of the professors, you'll definitely get a letter of recommendation from them!"

"Besides, we're almost done with school, and you've never been to my house, Ciel. It's quite big..."

At this point, Amy's eyes sparkled again.

She had almost made it clear that as long as Charles attended the tea party, she would definitely help him get a letter of recommendation from the best university in the capital, Anzu, and it would also be in Charles' favorite subject.

If Ciel gets the letter of recommendation, they can leave this foggy city together and go to the capital Anzu to attend university!

Amy's heart was pounding. She looked at the beautiful girl in front of her who was thinking with her head down, and she herself became a little distracted.

Charles' hair burned like flames, and the curly hair sparkled with golden red light under the sunlight outside the window, as if every strand of hair carried the passion and power of the flame.

Her skin was as white as ivory, forming a sharp contrast with her red hair. Her facial features were as perfect as a sculpture, and there was always a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, revealing a bit of mystery and nobility.

Especially her slightly distracted dark red eyes, which were deep and mysterious, and exuded an irresistible charm wherever her gaze went.

"Charles?" Amy subconsciously reminded him. She really wanted to know the answer from Charles, even though no one else's invitation had been successful.

"I..." Charles's scattered gaze refocused on the blonde girl in front of him, and he put away the smile on his face. After putting the invitation in his pocket, he said calmly, "I've never found law interesting."

"Thank you for your invitation. See you at the graduation ceremony the day after tomorrow."

Ciel bowed slightly in greeting and turned around.

The hem of her black dress school uniform rose slightly, and the raised hem, carrying Amy's emotions, was pulled back to the ground by gravity.

Amy raised her hand and wanted to say something, but after a long time, she put it down helplessly and watched the red-haired girl in front of her walk further and further away.

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After rejecting his friend A, greeting his classmate B, chatting with his teacher C for a few more words when he met her, and finally saying goodbye to passers-by D, E, F, and G with a smile, Charles left the Burren Private Academy and set out on his way home.

Three years have passed since the soul took over the life of the suicidal girl. Charles has almost gotten used to the life in this world and his new identity.

This is a world that is similar to the previous life, very similar to Birmingham in the Victorian era, but there are many subtle differences - for example, there are many churches here whose names have never been heard of in the previous life, and there are also many spectacular buildings built by churches.

However, what disappointed her was that in the past three years, she had not discovered any events or people related to supernatural powers. It seemed that this was just an ordinary parallel world.

She walked out of the academy and out of the area along the neat cobblestone path. After crossing three blocks, Ciel stepped on a gravel road paved with black gravel.

Bell Tower Lane area.

Compared to the quiet and elegant environment and neatly paved cobblestone roads at the academy, the Bell Tower Alley area was extremely hot and stuffy, with the roar of machines and furnaces echoing everywhere. The bumpy roads paved with black gravel on the ground exuded an indescribable sour stench.

The Clocktower Alley area is a small microcosm of the city of Burren. Machines roar day and night, steam and black smoke rise straight into the sky, and the whole city is like a huge furnace that wants to burn the sky.

"jingle--"

A carriage sped past, splashing dirty water from the puddle. The black water splashed, and a drop of it fell on Charles's clean white stockings, leaving a dark mark.

Coming back here from the academy is like walking a few steps from the Hogwarts set to the Peaky Blinders next door. It is hard to imagine that such a scene would appear in the same city.

"Hey, girl, you okay?"

The carriage stopped not far behind Charles. A fat, big-eared middle-aged man in a double-breasted frock coat (the buttons couldn't be buttoned) stuck his head out of the window. He took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead, staring at Charles' back.

Charles acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He lowered the brim of his standard wide-brimmed hat and quickened his pace.

She is like a photographer on the African savannah, trying her best to avoid any interaction with animals in or out of heat, following naturalism and the "hands-off photography method".

Charles skillfully crossed the alley and came to the road on the other side.

The streets are lined with tall and short row houses, their walls mottled and showing the traces of time, and the alleys are filled with coal smoke and the smell of cooking.

She stopped in front of number 44, breathed a sigh of relief, climbed a few steps and stood in front of the door.

Charles took out the key, but instead of unlocking the door directly, he leaned over slightly and searched carefully in the crack of the door. Then he slowly pulled out a long fiery red hair from the crack.

After confirming that the door had not been opened after he left, Charles inserted the key into the door lock, opened the door, entered, and then locked the door.

The door blocked out the noisy sounds and indescribable smells outside, and also soothed Charles's nerves a little.

The small living room in front of me has rough wooden tables and chairs, old-fashioned but clean sofas and a small fireplace with some cute little ornaments on it. The overall layout is simple and warm.

The kitchen is connected to the living room. A coal stove is the main cooking tool, and a bag of coal is piled in the corner.

Charles went up to the second floor and returned to his room. He changed out of his formal dress and apron for a linen skirt that was more convenient for working. Then he went down to the kitchen, lit a fire, and began to cook.

If people at school—like Miss Amy—saw her now, they would be absolutely astonished and might even suspect they were hallucinating.

How could such a beautiful girl with a mysterious and aristocratic temperament live in such a low-end community and work so skillfully?

You can't listen to Haruka either?

Charles prepared dinner with ease—a stew of potatoes, carrots, onions, cabbage, some lean meat scraps, and thick slices of lightly fried whole-grain bread.

After placing a small pot of stew and a plate of bread on the small wooden table, Charles wiped his hands on his apron, reached into his skirt pocket, and took out a pocket watch with an antique silver case.

This pocket watch has been on Charles since he came to this world. The watch chain is gone, and the original silver shell has oxidized and turned black. However, seeing that it moves very accurately, Charles still kept it and did not pawn it for money.

For someone with a strong sense of time, having such a pocket watch is really important.

"Six twenty-nine...a minute early."

Perhaps because her cooking skills had improved, she finished dinner a minute earlier this time.

One minute is not suitable for doing anything. He can only watch time burn away bit by bit. The feeling of wasting time makes Charles feel a little anxious and uncomfortable.

"It's okay. Close your eyes and count down one minute. Sister will be back soon."

Ciel closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the second hand of the stopwatch in his hand tick by.

59 ...

21 ...

1 ...

"Boom-thump-"

The giant clock tower standing in the Clock Tower Alley area rang loudly, reminding the people in the Clock Tower area that it was already 6:30 in the afternoon.

At this moment, the unusual noise outside the door pulled her out of her meditation state.

"Boom-"

There was a dull thud, followed by a slightly hoarse and angry female voice.

"Get lost! Don't let me see you sneaking around my door again!"

Sister is back?

Charles stood up and walked to the window, looking outside through the gap in the curtains.

A blond figure stood at the doorstep with his back to Charles, and in front of the blond figure lay a tall and thin young man wearing a newsboy cap.

As the young man fell to the ground, several young men wearing newsboy caps, black overalls and white shirts came out from all directions. Among them was a one-eyed short man who helped the fallen young man up.

After the young man was helped to stand up, he punched the one-eyed man who helped him up and yelled, "Fuck you, you didn't even tell me someone was coming?"

The one-eyed man stood timidly behind the young man, while the young man nonchalantly brushed off the dust on his clothes, looked at the blonde woman in front of him, and said casually:

"Liki, why are you so excited? I'm just here to see my future wife."

As soon as these frivolous words were uttered, the men who followed him burst into laughter, and some even whistled.

Li Qi clenched her fists tightly, and the veins on her forehead seemed to be about to burst, but she seemed to remember something, and she let out a long sigh, put down her fists, and said lightly:

"Get lost, Eddie. If I see you here again, I'll rip your mouth off."

After saying that, Lizzie turned and left without saying another word.

"Pfft." Eddie looked at Lizzie's back, spat on the ground angrily, and cursed, "Grimace freak."

He subconsciously glanced towards the window and saw the petite red-haired figure peeking from behind the window.

"Char~" Eddie opened his arms exaggeratedly and shouted towards the window, "Long time no see!"

But the next moment, the curtains were drawn, but Eddie didn't seem to care. He just smiled and continued to shout as if no one was around:

"I heard you're graduating the day after tomorrow. Congratulations! I'll be at the ceremony and get to know your friends."

"You don't have any family anyway, so I can bring some more friends with me to help you out, hahahaha!"

Bursts of teasing laughter came from behind, like steel needles being embedded in Lizzie's brain.

Lizzie felt a surge of anger rising from her heart to her forehead, and her face, which was covered with scars as if it had been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, began to distort.

She worked so hard just to send little Charles to a better place, to completely break away from herself and this class, and to meet better people.

If this thug really disrupted the graduation ceremony, what would her friends and teachers think of her? All the friends and connections she had worked so hard to build might be destroyed in a single day.

Just as Lizzie reached out to grab the knife in her overalls, the door opened and a delicate little hand, white as lotus root, grabbed her arm and pulled her into the house.

Chapter 2: Future Death

"You're a minute late," Ciel said as he closed and locked the door, pulling Lizzie towards the table. "The food is almost cold."

The hostility and violent conflict outside were dispelled by her sister's gentle words and the warm atmosphere in the room. The fluctuating emotions made Lizzie a little dazed for a moment.

She let Charles pull her to sit at the dining table. After Charles withdrew his hand, she looked at Charles sitting opposite her and said:

"Charles, don't worry. He won't cause any trouble. Just attend the graduation ceremony."

"It doesn't matter." Charles shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if he goes. It won't cause any impact."

"Of course not!" Li Qi clenched her fists again when she heard this. "This bastard will definitely spread rumors everywhere and ruin your reputation! This will affect your college interview!"

"It's okay." Charles nodded slightly, raised his chin towards the stew, and then said, "Eat."

"You...ah..." Lizzie wanted to say something, but she closed her mouth. She picked up a piece of bread dejectedly, dipped it in the soup and took a bite.

Although her younger sister is small in stature, she is surprisingly smart and eloquent. If she really starts talking, she will only be persuaded slowly by her younger sister. So Lizzie simply stopped talking.

Ciel watched Lizzie wolfing down her dinner and slowly fell into deep thought.

Lizzie, Ciel's older sister who has been dependent on him since childhood.

Although they are not related by blood, they are closer than sisters. Many years ago, in a freight carriage overturned accident, she pushed Charles away and was splashed in the face by the potion that fell from the carriage.

This caused her entire face and the left half of her scalp to be burned, making her face look as terrifying as a ghost, and her hands were corroded by the potion, leaving her skin torn and bleeding.

The burned arms affected the flexibility of her hands, and Lizzie was fired by the harsh owner of the textile factory. In the end, she had to work in a coal mine, which was even harder and more tiring.

There is no essential difference. It is just that you move from a factory full of cotton fibers and dust to a factory full of more dangerous coal smoke and dust. The work on both sides is physically destructive.

Because she was less strong than other male workers, Lizzie had to work longer hours to complete her work and receive less weekly pay just to avoid being fired.