I refuse the witch [wear game]

Chapter 14

[Witch's Creed 2.0 is loading.]

[Multiple instance dungeons are being parsed and loaded.]

[All staff OOC has been activated, and the plot will go in different directions with Dale's choice.]

[The skill tree has been lit, and the game process is initializing.]

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[The process of world realisation is underway.]

Dale's consciousness floated in mid-air, and in front of her were countless flying words and scenes. The cold mechanical male voice echoed in this space. Finally, all these sounds and pictures were collected into one point, and her sea of consciousness returned to darkness.

Immediately, the light lit up again, and a line of subtitles slowly appeared on the black background.

[Ding! The plot of the main chapter of "Witch's Creed 2.0" has officially opened, and it is another exciting moment!]

Dale slowly came back to her senses, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she heard the familiar sound of [Ding!], which suddenly excited her. She looked around and gradually understood that this was the system talking to her directly, and she immediately perked up.

Then she stared at the four characters "Main Chapter Plot" on the subtitles, and slowly typed a question mark on her head.

Dare to hug your thighs so many times and be your younger brother so many times, but the result is a prologue plot?

System, come here!! Die for me!!!

The system's voice was still a emotionless mechanical male voice, unable to feel the ups and downs of Dale's emotions at all.

[Since you are destined to become a witch, please summarize your own witch creed in the following plot. For each one summed up, the system will issue corresponding rewards.]

[Next, please select the difficulty of the game.]

Dale was stunned:...??? No, wait, what did I do, I was destined to become a witch???

Of course, the system would not give her time to think, and the cold voice continued to sound.

[A. It's a little difficult, but not to die.]

[B. It's not too difficult, but you have to face the Asura Arena.]

[C. Simple but subject to the hammer of life.]

First of all, option A can be ruled out first, what is not to die, according to her previous experience in this dog game, there are too many fields of mystery, so the so-called "not to die" is about to make you wander on the edge of life and death.

Secondly, the five words of the hammer of life were like shouting "Don't choose me". In such a world, the hammer of life must be broken one by one, from body to heart to spirit body, without mercy.

Dale shuddered at the thought.

As for option B...

Dai'er thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, what does Asura Arena mean? Is it the name of the new instance?"

She had thought that the System would ignore her, but she did not expect that after a short silence, the System would make a sound. Moreover, the System's voice had a strange trace of schadenfreude and joy. "It's a very wonderful experience."

Dale shook her hand towards option B.

The tone in which the mechanical male voice pronounced this sentence was so strange that she couldn't help but want to think about it again.

A line of slightly smaller words gradually appeared below the options.

[Please note that this option will directly determine the future direction of the player's fate, please choose carefully. Players need to know that this is your real world, although sometimes you can go back to gear, please remember that once you die, it is a real death.]

Dai'er was stunned: "What about me in the previous world?"

The system paused, made a slightly harsh sound, and then re-typed the subtitles.

[The investigation has been completed. The body of the original world has been sparked, and the passage to the original world has been closed. Please forgive me.]

Dale:?????

Damn it, why!!!

She took a deep breath and knew that since things were already done, it was pointless for her to argue with the system about the rationality of these things. All she had to do now was accept the reality in front of her and grasp this life.

- if this could be called life.

Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated, thinking that no matter what this Asura Arena meant, in short, she was probably holding the boss Eichmann's thigh now. At that time, Eichmann probably wouldn't have left her to die, at least if she hugged her a few more times, let out more rainbow farts, and make the boss happy. As the heir of the Anuklens family, the boss has always been generous, would he still treat her badly?

Definitely not.

She raised her hand and clicked on option B.

[The player has selected the option "Not too difficult but to face the Asura Arena", congratulations to the player, congratulations to the player, please enjoy the next game and plot:) ]

The feeling of the world spinning came, and Dale fell back into the darkness. Before she lost consciousness, she didn't forget to continue to quickly draw the eight words "Congratulations to the player" on her head and the question mark on the last punctuation mark smiley face.

At this moment, Dai'er had no idea what kind of Asura Arena was about to welcome her, let alone that all the characters in the original plot had started OOC with her existence and choice.

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The girl who was destined to become a witch opened her eyes in confusion.

Her eyes were sly, haughty and charming, her long black hair winding around the bed like silk satin, and the girl's skin was delicate and snow-white. If it wasn't for the fact that her hands looked a little scarred, her clothes would be too shabby, even if she was a spoiled young lady from the highest levels of the empire.

But no matter whether she was the one or not, she was now lying in the guest room of the Anukrens' house that was prepared for the most distinguished guests. All the servants in the duke's house were waiting for her to wake up with bated breath and curious about her origin.

This was Young Master Eichmann bringing people home, or even riding a dragon back. As the capital of the Bolensart Empire, Orlance naturally had countless magical restrictions. Although Eichmann's six-winged golden dragon had a special pardon and could fly over Orlance, he had always kept a low profile.

And this time, it turned out to be an exception for a young girl.

However, no one had seen Dai'er's face. All they knew was that the young master was holding a slender girl with black hair. The girl was wrapped in the young master's cape, and her face was buried in the young master's chest.

"Awake?" Eichmann closed the newspaper in his hand and looked at her from the sofa. He changed into a very casual loungewear, with a loose dark purple silk belt hanging around his waist, revealing a bare chest. Perhaps because Dale was still asleep, although it was already dark blue outside the window, and the room was flickering with lights, it was always very soft and dim yellow.

Except for Dale and Eichmann, who had just woken up, there were no other people in the room, which added a different meaning to the scene. And this color hit Eichmann's body, and with his smile after looking at it like this, Dale, who had just propped up her body, suddenly turned her head and covered her nose with her hand.

This man is foul!! He is really too good-looking, woohoo!!

But she didn't know that under such a light, she herself was also very beautiful, and such small movements were even more cute and charming.

Eichmann's eyes darkened slightly, but his face did not show: "Are you hungry?"

After he said this, Dai'er felt that her stomach was indeed empty. The last time she ate in her memory was at the Demon Flame Research Institute in Kono Rift Valley. The bread and milk Fuya gave her...

Thinking of this, Dai'er turned around and looked around the excessively delicate room: "Where is this?"

Eichmann smiled and stood up, his dark purple robe falling like water as he moved. He opened his arms, and there was a hint of seduction in his brisk voice: "Welcome to Orlance, dear lady. This is the Duchess of Annuckrence's house, which is my home."

After saying that, he went to the window and pushed it open.

The wind in early spring still had a hint of a cold feeling, but there was more of an overwhelming fragrance of flowers in the cold. Dale was stunned for a moment, jumped out of bed, and ran barefoot to the window, only to see that there was a whole sea of roses outside the window. This was obviously not the season for roses to bloom, but those flowers were brilliant and red, which was really a beautiful scene.

"It's so beautiful." Dale sighed sincerely.

This room is for the most distinguished guests, and naturally it has an excellent viewing angle.

The Duke's mansion of the Anuklens family was naturally astonishingly large. Dale looked further into the night, and in addition to the almost endless sea of flowers, there were very delicate and lush vegetation and gardening on both sides. There were sculptures hidden in it, and the feathers of the statue with its wings vaguely exposed briefly, which was quiet and sacred under the night.

The hustle and bustle of Orlance, the roar of machinery, and the smoke and mist emitted by the newly erected chimney have nothing to do with this place. This is the paradise of Orlance, where every inch of land is expensive, and it is a dream that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Eichmann snapped his fingers, and the dining car full of new things slowly drove in from the door, and the door was closed again. Although no one dared to spy here, Eichmann did not want anyone to see Dale's face. He took another piece of paper from the side, folded it twice, and threw it into the air, and the paper instantly turned into a paper figure that was vaguely similar in height and appearance to himself.

The paper man placed dinner on the table, poured red wine for both of them, and then stood quietly by the side.

Eichmann sat down first. Dale had had enough of admiring the rose field, so she sat opposite Eichmann a little nervously. Looking at the sumptuous dishes on the table, she was a little unsure of the current situation.

This treatment... is it too good? Is it because she successfully hugged Eichmann's thigh? Or is it because of other reasons?

Following Eichmann's example, she elegantly cut off a piece of steak and probed: "By the way, what is the result of my magic test? Can I do it?"

Eichmann glanced at her, his eyes twitching: "Not bad, you can learn your first spell with me."

Dai'er's eyes lit up, and she instantly forgot what happened before: "Really?!"

Eichmann nodded: "Eat first, then teach you."

Since the System had said that she was destined to become a witch, Dale had come to her senses. She felt that since this was the established process, she really should learn more magic so that she could protect herself in the future. If this magic was taught by Eichmann's boss, that would be even better.

It was fantastic.

With that thought, the taste of the steak became much better.

She was indeed extremely hungry, but she also knew that she couldn't eat too much when she was extremely hungry, so she ate half a steak and drank a small bowl of corn cream and mushroom soup, then stopped and asked obediently and expectantly, "I'm done eating! When will we start studying?"

Eichmann lifted his eyelids and pointed to the way to the bathroom with his eyes: "Do you see that side? That's the bathroom, and the water is ready."

Dale:????

Eichmann: "Wait for me in the bathroom."

Dale:...???? Wait, what does this mean????

Her brain began to produce yellow waste crazily, and her eyes involuntarily fell on Eichmann's exposed chest. At this moment, with his sitting posture, the opening of the pajamas on his chest seemed to be bigger, and he could vaguely see his strong abdominal muscles, which was really an excellent figure.

How should I put it? Although this proposal was a little exciting, I always felt that if it was not possible to handle this matter, I would suffer a loss or take advantage of it.

But then again, she wasn't an adult yet. She even glanced at her chest. Although the ups and downs were not bad, she always felt that there was still more room.

Dale was sailing in her skull, and by the way, there was a red smudge on her neck, when she heard Eichmann's voice soft but cold: "Didn't you beg me to rub my back? You go and prepare, and I'll teach you the spell of rubbing your back."

Dale's imagination stopped abruptly.

Dale:...??????