The reflection in the cup was her own face, a visage so stunningly beautiful it was beyond words, capable of enchanting anyone who glanced at it.
Dorothy: "....."
The hobody witch, driven by anger, crushed the cup in her hand, almost unable to withstand her own charm due to the loss of her power.
It's said that beauty is a curse, bearing such a face, why should I even bother to hang on, darn it.
At this point, Dorothy was completely numb.
If she had still been a witch, she would naturally have ways to disguise herself as before, but now she was just a weak, pathetic, and helpless mortal, truly unable to hide.
At this mont, the Divine King had not yet awoken, so naturally, there were no witches. Thus, all the preliminary testers were starting as mortals.
Not only was she just a mortal, which was bad enough, she could have re-trained, but Dorothy had just recalled her mories and found all her knowledge about magic was sealed. Right now, she could barely rember so spells' nas and effects, but the specifics of casting them completely eluded her.
No wonder there was a mission prompt one, urging them to seek ways to engage with Mysticism and beco Transcendents.
If they wanted to regain power, they had to start over and rediscover the knowledge of Mysticism in this world, and then learn and master it again as if they were truly natives of this world.
However....
"At last, fortune does not abandon the steadfast, my randomly assigned identity at the start isn't bad at all, starting directly as a Mage, which saves the trouble of searching all over for Mysticism during this special period of witch hunting, as seeking Mysticism knowledge actively is too risky."
Feeling the pitiful amount of magic power inside her, just 100 Mana, Dorothy thought sowhat gratefully.
Although the magic power within her was that degraded kind, typical of mortal mages, and nowhere near the category of the Primordial Magic Power mastered by witches, at that mont, the Hobody Witch had no grounds to be choosy.
With her face complicating matters to such an extent that even going out was difficult, let alone gathering information without attracting attention, this direct and miraculous start saved her quite so effort.
Dorothy carefully surveyed the room she was in, as she had not inherited the mories associated with her identity. If she wanted to master magic, she first had to find the original spell notes of this body and start learning anew. Normally, a mage's spell notes would never be far from them; since she wasn't carrying them, they had to be hidden sowhere in the house.
Soon, she found a cellar door under the bed. Though entering the cellar required moving the large, cumberso old bed, which would have been difficult given her current frail mortal female physique.
But it wasn't a big problem, she might have forgotten the magic knowledge, but the mortal martial arts she learned before crossing over were not forgotten.
"Take this, Iron Mountain Lean."
With a skilled move of Eight Extres Fist, she effortlessly shifted the bed several ters sideways, the control of her force was so exquisite that the bed itself was almost undamaged, and even the sound of the movent was almost nonexistent.
Then she lifted the heavy cellar door with one hand and jumped down without hesitation.
Well, as long as you possess a high purity of Force Dissipation, even mortal martial arts are quite effective.
A certain hobody once thought, during a mont of extre fear when he managed to punch through the front of a dump truck.
As soon as she entered the cellar, she imdiately saw several bookshelves with books and even more racks filled with spiritual materials.
"Ah, it seems the original owner was a Potion Master."
After roughly reviewing the setup of the cellar, and noting the classic Potion Cauldron in the middle, Dorothy understood the identity of the original owner.
This made her frown slightly, since although being a Potion Master wasn't entirely useless, their direct combat power...
"Forget it, I don't have the luxury to be picky, Potion Master it is, better than nothing at all."
Dorothy comforted herself inwardly.
She didn't rush to flip through the books to learn; after getting a general idea of the contents of the cellar, she mobilized a bit of the Magic Enhancent in her legs, and with a bound, leapt three to four ters and smoothly caught the floor of the room above, and climbed up.
Indeed, having lost her magic, these martial arts sure ca in handy.
"Okay, the first order of business now is how to hide my identity. Starting as a mage has increased my self-defense, but as the mission prompt ntioned, it has also increased potential dangers. Once my mage identity is exposed, the Church's Witch Hunters will definitely co knocking."
"Sigh, this kind of transmigration without the original's mories is troubleso. I don't even know who the original was, how am I supposed to disguise myself?"
After restoring the bed to its original state, Dorothy thought with a headache.
"Amnesia act? Forget it, in this damned era, a beautiful woman like feigning amnesia might imdiately be accused of being possessed by the Devil."
Her previous transmigration involved reincarnation, so she never faced this kind of soul transmigration without mories, which she found quite fortunate at the ti. Little did she know that she'd be paying back that luck right here, and this was tough—it was her second transmigration, but she truly had no experience to draw upon.
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