"I Became a Witch, but Now Everyone's in Love with Me!"

Chapter 44: Chabao's Fighting Style Is to Be Dirty
 

Compared to the unspeakable shock that the City of Science and Technology had brought to Jiang Cha, the fact that she easily passed all the low-level secondary profession assessments caused hardly a ripple.
For an immortal like a witch, passing such evaluations wasn't the least bit surprising. If anything gave Jiang Cha a few extra points, it was her relatively young age.
Witches judged age very differently from other races—by reading magical information, not birth years. For example, the youngest witch at the moment was considered just eighteen years old. This witch had actually lived thousands of years before transforming, accumulating rich experience. Yet in witch society, she was just seen as an eighteen-year-old newly awakened witch, stripped of all other titles.

“They probably mistook you for a transformed witch,” Jasmine chuckled when she saw Jiang Cha’s inexplicably disappointed expression.
“Maybe. Saves me some time at least.” The girl sighed, letting go of her brief fantasy—she now knew better than to believe Lina’s nonsense. How could a scene like "astonishing the world with talent and attracting top masters to fight over her" actually happen in real life?
“So, are we going back now, or want to hang around a bit longer?” Jasmine asked, relaxed.

“Let’s go back. Plenty of chances to shop later,” Jiang Cha replied, deciding to leave this “dispiriting” place.
...
Great witches couldn’t easily distinguish transformed witches from awakened ones without using instruments. The differences were subtle—in essence, all witches had undergone some form of racial transformation. But sages could tell them apart with a glance.

Most transformed witches were former powerhouses of other races. Their past left traces that couldn't be erased.
So why hadn’t Jiang Cha been “accidentally” noticed by a sage and taken in as a disciple?
—Why do you think Jasmine followed her?

To accompany Jiang Cha for her assessments? Please. A high-level alchemist witch had better things to do than be a chaperone.
In truth, Jasmine had come for one reason only: to send a message to those nosy old witches that someone was already cultivating this promising seedling.
Myrtle herself couldn’t come—her reputation was terrible, and too many sages in the City of Science and Technology were her old acquaintances. Some of them would attack her without hesitation.

But Jasmine was different. Though also a great witch, she was younger, and the more respectable witches wouldn’t stoop to bullying her. Moreover, Jasmine had grown up in the city and was widely liked—even the disreputable types wouldn’t dare cross her.
So, although Jiang Cha’s exam journey appeared smooth, in reality?
Myrtle nearly laughed herself to death—especially when her old friends started sending voice messages full of envy and spite.

Of course, there were plenty of verbal threats too.
"Showing off your apprentice again? Forty years ago it was your genius daughter, now it’s your genius disciple? Could you not draw attention like you're pulling a five-star card in front of a bunch of F2Ps?!"
“If you dare step into my territory, I’ll rip your panties off and hoist them on the tallest flagpole in the City of Science and Technology!”
The moment Jasmine returned to the room, she heard this from Myrtle’s communicator and immediately felt three metaphorical black lines drop on her forehead.

“Hey~ I really won’t go! If you’ve got the guts, come fight me on Academy Island! I’ll even wear white panties and raise your hometown’s flag!”
And there was Myrtle, still hopping around like a lunatic.
“Is that Aunt Armand? Mom, why do you still enjoy provoking her so much?”

As the name implied, this particular sage had once been a French citizen...
“That’s just how we get along. How’s Jiang Cha? No problems with the assessments?”
“How could there be a problem, seeing you grinning like that… But about the Fragmented World—are you really planning to let her enter?”

Jasmine rolled her eyes but couldn’t help voicing her concern over her mother’s reckless plans. The benefits of the Fragmented World weren’t so easy to obtain.
“She’s still too weak. She can’t keep up with my overall plan. I need to accelerate her pace somehow,” Myrtle shrugged, looking unbothered.
“Plan?”

“I want to bring her to the frontlines in a year—let her get a taste of the Hell Battlefield and grab some real opportunities.”
“Isn’t that too dangerous?”
“She won’t die as long as I’m there.”

“What about her mental state? Mom, please don’t ruin Jiang Cha’s life.”
“As for her inherent magic—even if I tried to break her, I couldn’t.”
Jasmine: “…”

That much was true. With Jiang Cha’s unique inherent magic, there was no need to worry about the most common stumbling block in a witch’s growth—her mental state.
Magic was a miracle, but emotions were the medium that triggered miracles.
A witch’s condition would be directly reflected in her magical signature. Experienced witches could even estimate a battle’s outcome just by reading that.

Mental instability didn’t necessarily decrease combat power, but it slowed progression and clouded judgment.
Confused people couldn’t change themselves—and the witch’s journey was all about making the right changes.
Every year, many witches experienced stagnation or slight regressions due to imbalanced mental states. But Jiang Cha clearly wasn’t one of them.

“In that case, she has great potential for becoming a combat witch,” Jasmine muttered to herself.
And far away, in the Battle Club, another person thought the same.
“This kid’s a real little beast…”

Carol, the dark-skinned, curvy mentor, watched as Lina—physically stronger and more experienced—was completely suppressed by Jiang Cha through underhanded tactics and clever use of magic. She couldn’t help but frown.
“Kathy, I’m a Shaper witch. How did I end up training such a dirty little brat?”
“I think that’s Jiang Cha’s own gift,” Kathy replied after a beat, her mind flashing back to Carol’s “instructional” sessions with Jiang Cha. She decided to go with the high EQ answer.

(Sure, and those dirty tricks she learned on her own, huh?)
“If I send her to the battlefield in the future, would it ruin my reputation?”
“Of course not.”

That was the one question Kathy answered with absolute certainty.
“You don’t have a reputation to ruin anyway.”