Dorothy had been in the Witch World for sixteen years, yet this magical world still managed to surprise her from ti to ti, refreshing her worldview.
For instance, her belief that people die when they are killed was being challenged once again.
Even though she had heard of the undying legends of High-Order Witches in the past, and her stepmother Annie possessed an "Undying Talent" known as the "River of Last Words (ssr)",
Dorothy once heard from her sister Alice that the River of Last Words was a core talent they had mimicked from a vampire clan, capable of completely storing the life of a killed prey.
When necessary, the souls of these prey could be summoned as puppets to serve as familiars, and these spirit puppets would retain their mories and combat experience from when they were alive. Provided there was enough magic power, their battle prowess wouldn't be inferior to when they were alive.
Besides using them as puppet familiars, the souls in this Blood River could also be used as Resurrection Coins. Each soul was equivalent to an extra life, and as long as the Dead River did not run dry, one would not die.
Yes, it was a powerful talent. Dorothy had been quite envious when Alice first described it.
Unfortunately, her stepmother had retired and switched careers to beco a Research Witch, so naturally, she wouldn't be dying one or two tis at ho just to perform a spot resurrection for her stepdaughter.
Alice, her sister, was sowhat disappointing in this regard. She hadn't inherited her stepmother's core talent in full, only obtaining a lower-tier "Kiss of Blood (sr)" talent, which allowed her to turn the prey she bit into blood slaves.
This was essentially a lower version of the River of Last Words. Although blood slaves still retained their skills from their previous lives, they lacked self-will and required the master to manipulate them as if controlling puppets.
Blood slaves could also take one's place in death, but they couldn't cause their master to resurrect on the spot in full condition; there was a period of weakness after resurrection.
Most critically, there was a limit to the number of blood slaves one could have, a maximum of 13.
Well, it was quite lackluster. Alice thought every day about when she could upgrade and evolve her talent. However, her stepmother simply told her to make do for now. Once she achieved the status of a Great Witch and her Six-Dinsional Attributes reached the discount threshold for talents, then she could evolve them, as that would be more cost-effective.
If Dorothy rembered correctly, the discount requirent for the River of Last Words seed to involve the vampire template, S grade physique, S grade spirit – missing one was not an option. So, it looked like her little sis had so tough tis ahead.
In any case, this little witch was rather inexperienced, and this was the first ti she had witnessed a witch demonstrating her undying nature in reality, which was quite shocking for her.
Witches aren't necessarily dead even when killed?
And, is this what the world of the mighty looks like? Where besties' "playful spat" includes blowing each other's heads off, so brutal.
While reshaping her three beliefs, Dorothy couldn't help but glance over at her junior sister's head, feeling an itching in her hand.
Hmm, would she and Audrey play "roughhouse" like this in the future?
At that mont, the little fox, who had obediently turned away and dared not look back, felt her fox ears twitch, and then looked at her senior sister with so suspicion.
Just now, Audrey's Desire Perception suddenly picked up a wave of "desire" from her senior sister toward her, but why did this "desire" feel so malicious?
What did it an when she felt that if she were hit, she would cry out "yay" for a long ti because she was so pretty?
While it was true that Audrey, as a Fox Witch, was adept at crying "yay" since that's what foxes do, but...
The little fox quietly shifted a step sideways, moving just a bit further away from her also unloved senior sister.
Sigh, life is hard, reflected the little fox; this world was truly beyond redemption.
However, Dorothy quickly suppressed the strange violent urges that welled up inside her – an innate tendency toward brutality that ca with being the Dragon Witch, which invariably influenced her until she reached the true rank of a Great Witch.
Fortunately, she was a peace-loving, laid-back witch at heart, so she had always managed to keep these primal impulses well under control.
In the past, she occasionally used Magic Web Duels to vent a little. That was why she played them in the first place.
But by now, Dorothy had basically tad that instinct completely, and it only surfaced occasionally, like just before, when her spirit was stimulated.
The issue wasn't too significant, she wouldn't lose control easily.
After realizing that her own mother and teacher were just "playing around," Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, with a hint of curiosity, she stared at the little colorful puppets falling from her body and at Spider Teacher, who was directing those little puppets to clean the ground.
So, the teacher's body is a puppet too?
The hobody witch beca interested.
She had thought her "Figurine Puppetry Arts" were already imrsive and fun, but now it seed that the teacher was still the teacher after all, and she was still lacking quite a bit, wasn't she?
If it weren't for her mother's recent Strong Hand Skull Split move, Dorothy wouldn't have noticed that the teacher beside her wasn't a living person.
And just now, the teacher had been eating so heartily, can puppets eat and drink now?
Dorothy suddenly beca interested.
"In fact, not only can they eat and drink, oh, this puppet body of your teacher can even give birth to children. To call it a puppet is one thing, but it might be more accurate to say it's a puppet-like organism. Even I have never seen such exquisite craftsmanship before. To develop the minority art of puppetry to this extent, your teacher is indeed more than qualified to be at the Peak,"
explained Hat Senior Sister, sensing her Master's curiosity.
"Let see, oh wow, apart from the puppet animation technology, there seems to be consciousness parallel processing technology, remote transmission technology... I get it now, it seems like the relationship between Dorothy's teacher and her mother is just for show. Your teacher hasn't transford herself into a puppet like your mother said."
"She rely uses herself as a central control system. Her real body must be hidden in so unknown lair, and this puppet body is remotely controlled by her actual body. Moreover, based on my perception, your teacher is probably not just operating one body; she must have other bodies active elsewhere."
"No wonder her first title was 'Puppeteer of the Deep Boudoir.' I see now."
Should one say that it's as expected of the future Fourth King? In just a short while, Spider Teacher's secrets were almost completely unraveled by Hat Senior Sister.
And upon hearing senior Fanny's explanation, Dorothy blinked her eyes, and then her gaze grew brighter and brighter.
"Teacher, since my mother has already arrived, let's not delay any further, and hold the apprenticeship ceremony right now,"
said the hobody witch, striding forward and swiftly sliding on her knees before Spider Teacher, ready to perform an impromptu apprenticeship ceremony then and there.
She didn't care about the real body staying at ho and controlling puppet avatars that went out or having several avatars at once; she simply believed in being honest. Since she had promised to beco an apprentice, she shouldn't go back on her word, right?
Today, she was determined to take this teacher, no matter who tried to stop her.
That was Dorothy's firm decision.
Geez, she had believed herself to be quite the hobody, but she never expected that the master of staying ho was right at ho. The teacher was still the teacher after all, even this technique of staying ho was more advanced than hers.
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