I refuse the witch [wear game]

Dale stared at the exam paper in front of her in a daze for more than ten minutes. The language on the exam paper was different from any common language in her language system, and if she was still the former Dale, she would definitely not know a word. But now, not only did she recognize it, but a strange thought even popped up in her mind. [Yes! That's it! The correct answer! That's it! The third one! Choose the third one!] Dale subconsciously picked up the pen and was about to draw a circle on the third answer when she suddenly stopped. No, wait, choose the third one of the wool! Why choose the third one! The answer automatically popped up in her mind just now, right?! If the inner exclamation could come into being, Dale would surely have an expression mixed with horror, screaming, and tears of joy on her head. He was terrified because he really didn't understand where he was now, and he screamed because something strange was suddenly stuffed into his brain. As for... he cried with joy, probably because he forced a smile after getting a clue to break the situation in despair. But there was no abnormality on her face, just like all the examinees who faced the paper, with a solemn and serious expression. Not to mention anything else, after nine years of compulsory education and three years of advanced secondary education, she can lose anywhere, but in the examination room, she! No! can! lose! In fact, it's not that she doesn't want to jump up, it's that she... can't. It was a room with stone walls on all sides. Dale swore that in her previous life, she had only seen similar house structures in the monastery when she traveled to Europe: the roof was very high, arched upward, and it was almost conceivable that when viewed from the outside, it was about a spire. The room was neither small nor big, and the tables were arranged in the shape of the college entrance examination, and behind each table... there was a person who was writing hard. She is one of these armies who write hard. Gently lifting his eyelids to look around, he could see people wearing armor and wearing swords around their waists standing in the four corners of the room, with cold eyes projected from behind the iron mask, monitoring all the examinees in the room. Dale had no doubt that if anything happened to her, these people in the four corners would not hesitate to draw their swords and poke her into a sieve. The voice that had just appeared in her head disappeared. Dale took a deep breath, drew a circle on the third option of the first question, and then continued to look at the second question. [Choose the first one!] Although she didn't know why she was here after waking up, nor did she know the actual meaning of this exam paper, but after nine years of obligation trading plus five years of college entrance examination and three years of mock baptism, Dale had no doubt that every exam must have its deep meaning behind it. And as a test taker, it is always right for her to get a high score. Since she didn't know how long the exam would take and how long she had wasted, Dale didn't dare to pause. She wrote from beginning to end in one breath. Seeing that the people next to her didn't seem to stop writing, she quietly heaved a sigh of relief. The voice in his head disappeared again. All around was the sound of everyone swiping and answering on the test paper with charcoal pens. She waited for another ten minutes, but nothing changed. Sitting still is not her character, so Dale decided to risk her life to try it out. She slowly raised her hand. Soon, someone came in from outside the room. It was a lady in a white nun robe with a great temperament. "What's the matter, Dale?" Dale's mind automatically replenished the character information card from the moment the other party appeared in her field of vision. When she walked in front of Dale, all the personal information of the other party had already appeared in her mind. "Dean Kroos, I'm done. Can I hand in the papers in advance?" she asked politely. The sound of "swoosh" answering the paper suddenly stopped. All the students in the classroom looked at her, including Dean Kroos in front of her, with a look of astonishment on her face. But she quickly calmed down and patted Dale's head with a pleasant face: "Dale, Orlance College only recruits students once a year. If you miss it, you can only stay here. This is the edge of the desolate empire. A lovely girl like you should go to Orlance, the capital of the empire, to see what real prosperity is, and start your new life there. I know you don't want to give up on us, but now, it's not the time for you to be angry." Her voice was soft and melodious. Dean Kroos was already quite old. Her lake-blue eyes were full of concern and worry for her, and her silver curls were meticulously stuck behind her ears. "But, Dean Kroos, I've really finished the whole paper." She tilted her head, picked up her test paper from the table, and held it up in front of the dean, trying to show a smile. "You're lying!" This time, before Dean Kroos could react, someone jumped up next to her. The red-haired girl looked like she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and Dai'er was surprised to find that she seemed to be the same height as the other party. There were whispers from the whole room, and the armored knights standing in the four corners stomped their feet together. A loud "boom" rang through the whole house, causing a "buzzing" sound in Dale's head. "Order!" Under such power, the examination room returned to silence almost instantly, and the red-haired girl sat back indignantly, not forgetting to scratch her hard. Dean Kroos looked at Dale again, but saw the familiar stubbornness and persistence in the other party's eyes, and finally sighed and made a concession: "Okay, Dale, if you insist that you finish it, you can leave the exam room. But, I hope you don't regret it." Almost subconsciously, she took half a step back and saluted Dean Kroos. Under everyone's gaze, Dale walked out of the room with a serious expression. There was only a long corridor at the door of the room, but fortunately she didn't have to choose a path. However, the more she walked, the more frightened she became. Here... Why does it look so familiar?! For example, she clearly knew that if she walked a few more steps, there would be a flash door. If she pushed the door open, she would see a room of wooden shelves, which were filled with crystal vessels with various colors of bubbles. Bypassing those dangerous liquids, a man with a greasy black beard would look up from behind the table and ask, "Selling souls? Maiden?" Another example... The right turn in the corridor will lead to a small garden. She tentatively turned right at the intersection, and the scene she had imagined appeared in front of her. The flowers and trees in the central courtyard were just beginning to bloom, just like the beginning of spring. The clear spring water flowed down from the center of the fountain, forming a whole wall of water. Muse's figure was graceful, like a divine light, holding a staff, and he looked arrogant and compassionate. This was a picturesque scene, but Dai'er was like falling into an ice cave, feeling that her mind was about to explode, and finally covered her mouth with her hands and screamed silently. If she wasn't mistaken just now, the environment she was in was exactly the same as the RPG action she had been in for three months like the game "Witch's Creed"!! And the statue in front of her is the Corona Muse, which symbolizes light and justice, the one painted on the cover of the game!!! This game has been famous for being super abnormal and sad in action levels since it was launched. Dai'er can not give up her liver for three months, not only because the picture quality is too high, but also because the supporting actress of this game, the villain who was completely blackened later, the beautiful big boss witch, is exactly the same as her real name!! She took a deep breath, calmed down in front of her, walked to the pool in front of her, and glanced inside. The water surface was clear, just reflecting her general appearance. His long, slightly curled black hair was hanging down, and his pair of light blue eyes looked both haughty and affectionate. Even though this face and this body looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, they couldn't stop the charm of this extremely beautiful face. Dale shrank back, dumbfounded. Okay, she looks exactly like Dale in the game now!! The three were exactly the same, and Dale had to accept this seemingly impossible reality. She... entered the game "Witch's Creed", and nine times out of ten it was Dale herself. [Ding! Congratulations on discovering the correct way to open "Witch's Creed 2.0" and successfully triggering the system prompt.] [Now, you have successfully discovered your identity, and with the help of the system, you have completed the exam paper perfectly, and the future Orlance College has your place in advance. There is still one month before going to Orlance, please let everyone know that you are no longer the Dale you used to be, and find a reasonable excuse for all the actions of Dale before and your current differences.] At first, the voice in Dale's head rang out again, thinking well, the legendary system Goldfinger is here! I, Dale, are also a hero when I enter the game! Then, he carefully digested the information expressed by the voice claiming to be a system prompt. No, wait, what the hell does that mean??? Is the system forcing me to OOC?!