"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Just as Dorothy was almost scared to death by the eerie, disgusting underground scene, Dina, the senior by her side, looked at her puzzled and then led the way out of the lift.
Dorothy could clearly see that with the senior's steps, the flesh mushroom blanket on the ground was stepped into a depression, and the eyeballs that were originally spinning moistly on the blanket were directly crushed, splashing juices and intensifying the putrid sll in the air.
The blanket seed to be stimulated as well, as countless writhing tentacles began to climb up Dina's slender and smooth legs, saring her clothes with so mucus, making this smart-looking senior all sticky and slly.
However, Dina herself seed to be completely unaware of all this, still looking at Dorothy puzzled, apparently wondering why the young lady suddenly turned pale.
"Sen... Senior, don't you feel like you stepped on sothing?"
Dorothy's voice trembled as she gave this reminder, especially since she noticed that many indescribable beings had started coming towards them, which was exceedingly tiring.
Well, to be honest, it wasn't really about being scared, as people's fear of monsters ultimately stems from their own powerlessness. Once you have power, those monsters that once scared you don't seem so terrifying anymore—though their appearance was rather bizarre and the sll was indeed a bit strong.
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At first, she felt a bit of physical discomfort.
However, strangely, after looking at them a few more tis, she got used to it and even beca curious about these indescribable monsters, as she realized that only she could see these monsters, while Dina, who was entangled by tentacles, didn't seem to notice anything unusual at all.
"What's wrong? I don't see anything, do I?"
Regarding the young lady's reminder, Dina looked confusedly at her feet, but she only saw the smooth, flat floor. To prove she really hadn't stepped on anything, she even jumped a few tis, causing her voluptuous body to quiver and sway.
Unfortunately, Dorothy might have been in the mood to appreciate it in another place, but now her face turned pale again, as the mushroom blanket had unfortunately lost a few eyeballs a mont ago.
Yet, the senior's expression and actions didn't seem fake; she really hadn't seen anything. So, were the eerie scenes Dorothy saw real or fake?
Was this so sort of illusion technique?
Then why was I the only one affected, and Dina, the senior, was unaffected? Could it be because I'm too weak?
Dorothy began to ponder.
But speaking of which, she had felt her Inspiration stir a little just now; it could also be possible that her high Inspiration let her see these things.
"Um, senior, if I may ask, what is your Inspiration Rating? If it's sothing you shouldn't share, just pretend I didn't ask."
Seeing that the indescribable monsters were really about to surround the senior, Dorothy couldn't care less, stretching her hand to pull the senior back inside the lift, and then asking this question.
"A, my Talent for Inspiration is quite high."
Dina answered directly. Although it was supposed to be a secret, she didn't seem to have any intention to hide it, especially since the question ca from a deity. As a loyal Archbishop to the God of Top Students, Dina said she had no secrets to keep.
Upon hearing this answer, Dorothy was also puzzled. An A rating was indeed high, and combined with the senior's Magical Power many tis her own, her total Inspiration value must be far greater than hers. It made no sense that she could see, but Dina couldn't.
Could it really be because I'm too weak, hence affected by the illusion? Or could it be that the ability to see these things was not determined by the total Inspiration value, but by the Inspiration Rating Level?
Dorothy pondered once again.
Well, regardless, a wise man does not stand under a collapsing wall. Regardless of what the principle was, this situation looked dangerous, and it was better to escape first.
At that mont, she decisively pressed the button of the Mana Energy Lift, preparing to make her way.
However, just as the lift door was about to close completely, it suddenly jamd, frightening Dorothy into a shudder.
My god, do I really have to resort to violence?
She frowned, then silently moved behind senior Dina, a pitch-black Dragon Scale appearing in her hand.
She had found this next to her pillow a few days ago when she woke up in the Tower of Shine. Clearly, by the aura of Magical Power on this Dragon Scale, it was sothing left by her mother.
Over the past few days, Dorothy had roughly studied this Dragon Scale. Although the manufacturing principles were too complex to understand, she had figured out the effects to so extent.
It was an automatic defense and counterattack Amulet. If she was dealt a fatal injury, this Amulet would automatically defend and counterattack, the force of the counter determined by the force of the attack, returning a supercharged response.
As for its output limit, given the terrifying Magical Power fluctuations within this Dragon Scale, it was roughly equivalent to the full-force strike of a Peak Witch.
Tch, should I say, as expected of my own mother? She essentially handed her daughter a World-Exterminating Grade nuclear bomb to play with. Every day, carrying this Dragon Scale Amulet, Dorothy was nervous and frightened, always feeling like she was just a little witch growing mushrooms.
So, don't co any closer, one false move and this library might be no more.
As she watched the malfunctioning lifts, Dorothy scread internally.
Just that...
The door might have been jamd, but it seed there was no subsequent horror happening. After waiting for a bit, Dorothy finally mustered up the courage to step out from behind Dina, who was still puzzled about what this missy was up to.
Of course, looking directly through the crack of the door was out of the question—Dorothy would never engage in such suicidal acts. She casually cast two Ice Mirrors, then ford a periscope to peer through the door crack.
Then...
"Damn, I knew it was this trick, I poke."
Looking at the reflection in the mirror that showed those eyes with horizontal rectangular pupils, Dorothy extended her hand, which morphed into a Dragon Claw, and instantly unleashed a Twin Dragons Exploring Pearls.
Instantly, a scream from beyond the door echoed through.
"Ah… my eyes…."
Dorothy: "…"
Ah, why isn't it the roar of a monster? That sound, why does it sound like so witch Big Sister…
Next to her, senior Dina's face lit up.
"Senior Fanny, you're awake."
Dorothy: "…"
Oh no, it's done for.
She looked down at the fresh blood on her claw tips, plunging back into self-isolation.
Although such a minor injury was nothing for a witch, offending a big shot upon first eting wasn't really great, was there any hope left for seeking help later?
Online now, quite urgent.
Damn, those terrifying eyes were actually human's. What's going on? Senior, what exactly is your Evolution Template, it's so bizarre.
...the little witch looked up at the ceiling...
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