My Wicth System

Evolution system is activated, please choose. Egg? fetus? Ah.. when I was hungry, I would choose eggs from two options. Rina licked her lips and imagined the omelette. He hadn't eaten in a long time. Make an element selection. Fire?Water? Earth? Air? He laughed at the silly question. Of course he could use fire to cook the egg! How can he cook with water? Invited questions to some logic Make a quality selection. light?, dark? This time he thought a little. If it was morning, his body would have to be suffering from mana rejection. He could eat the omelette most comfortably at night. Dark! Merging selections... The closest choice has been determined, choose one of the numbers. 1? 3? 16? 27? 93? Rina exclaimed excitedly. Ninety-three! I want ninety-three eggs! Criterion not met (!) Diversity is multiplied. Choose the second attribute White? Black ? Red? Yellow?... Rina grunted as the list lengthened. Eggs will be white. Is it black? Are you trying to give me a rotten egg? White! Make the pedigree selection. 1? 2? 3? 4? 5? 6? 7? 8? 9? Neeee! Where did this come from? I remember picking out ninety-three eggs. How can you be so stingy? Nine then you stingy thing!. [Hybridization successful] Name : set? Ah, so I can decide for myself? The name Reina has accompanied me for years, although I do not like my parents, I will not drop this name because they gave birth to me. But I don't need my last name. In my previous life, a single name had caused me to be despised by many witches and elementalists. As my mind wandered into the past, I finally decided on the name and surname I would take. "name Calista Reina" The name has been determined. Last name: specify? I replied to the voice that emerged in my head, separate from his own thoughts. "De Catres" I liked using the name of the organization that killed me. I have not done them an injustice, after all, there are still two hundred years before the emergence of the organization. The first field would use the name. Now that I'm back in the past, they can't object if I use it first. Tasting the peaceful feeling that caresses my chest, I tried to imagine the look on their faces when they learned that two hundred years later they had formed an organization under my last name. I waited for the next question with a feeling of satisfaction that I haven't tasted for a long time. Name : Calista Reina De Catres [host confirmed] The emotionless voice of artificial intelligence seemed to have been presented to me as a beautiful gift. Four hundred and fifty years later, they made an invention on the artificial intelligence-like micro-soul for easy memorization and application of witchcraft knowledge. The micro-soul is defined in relation to one's mind. Every information that he learns and reads is stored by the micro-spirit and uploads it to the host by interfering with the lower memory of the brain. As you can control the progress progress, the most difficult space space magic is processed automatically. Because I bought the hopper platinum, which was equivalent to half the savings of a witch who had saved five hundred years. To take an example, it was like buying five islands. It had me hooked. [Name a micro soul?] I was as happy as the first day I got it. As for why, I just gave myself a name. Those with more than one name are considered noble. Those with only one name were despised. So I was able to comfort myself by giving the micro spirit more than one name. Just like the parents who could not fulfill their dreams demand from their children. I gave the micro soul a long name because I had a name of my own, the name of the micro soul consisted of three names. So far everything was normal. It wasn't easy having to say these three names when I was going to put him on duty in an emergency. I thought about the long name I gave him, glad I was able to correct my stupidity. "Christopher illenuat Ardexa" I gave my great stupidity a new name by waving a white flag. "Cia!" I think I'm good at naming, doesn't it mean that I'm worthy of my dear micro-soul, just because I give a nickname with your initials? [micro spirit name Cia confirmed] [scan in progress] [two days and ten hours to complete...] The scan time, which was considered quite long for the micro-soul, was irritating. This meant I wouldn't be using it while browsing. When I looked around, I realized that I was at the picnic area where they forgot me when I was a kid. My life as a witch began here. My mother, who didn't even forget the picnic mat at the picnic spot I came to with my family, forgot me here. Years later, I learned that this trip was actually meant to leave me. I've decided not to go back on purpose.I made my way through the thick bushes into the familiar darkness. Every object has a shadow. even the world. Witches are elementalists and many creatures live in the shadow of the world. This dark world apart from people is where I belong. I walked into the depths of the forest, if I am not mistaken, an illegal passage was opened on the way I went to return home in those years. My stupid childhood had fallen into that passage from exhaustion. Trying to remember my memory years ago, I held my clumsy body, which couldn't even open a passage of its own, to a cruel judgment. The gait is wobbly.. The body is weak and weak, moreover, my development had regressed due to lack of nutrition. When I fell through the gate, it would have been the most logical to get an ID instead of looking for my family like the Fool. Identification situations would be at the time of potential orphan children or adoption or birth. The identity of a dead child could also work, but for this I had to choose a poor group and convince them to transfer the identity. While I was thinking, luckily I had come to the gateway. I pushed my tired body into the passage and opened my eyes to the familiar world. The two moons in the sky and the faint lights rising from every plant on the ground... I should have been in the Avarium. Wait! avarium? I remember well. I went to Belgard. The Avarium was the worst case to go. The worst of the worst! When you just started a game, it was equivalent to suddenly finding yourself in a thirty-five level dungeon when you were a level! Give back my dear safe Belgard!!! I want to cry but my tears are not flowing... I rubbed my dry eye sockets with my tiny hands. I have to escape from here as soon as possible, although my logic says these, I am hungry and tired, moreover, there is exhaustion due to the passage, which is my first encounter with mana. My darkening eyes didn't even allow me to find a safe place before they fell to the ground.