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

Chapter 19: Daily Life of Three Girls
 

"I'm telling you, Chabao, Senior Cathy is ruthless when she starts throwing punches!"
"And Instructor Carol? Why did she suddenly drag me into some insane special training? Ugh, I just want to enjoy fighting, not get turned into mashed dragon meat! That old lady must be jealous of my youthful beauty!"
"Also, Estelle won’t wake up unless the house collapses. I’ve been to her room—there’s a thick layer of soundproofing inscriptions on the wall! Even if we threw a party in the living room, she wouldn’t hear a thing!"

While the golden-haired Lina rattled off her complaints, Jiang Cha used a little mental computing power to extract the core of her rant.
In summary, Lina had gone to the Battle Club and was thoroughly beaten up by Senior Cathy and Instructor Carol. They even promised to train her again tomorrow...
"Is this... because of me?"

Jiang Cha felt a little guilty. After all, it seemed both the senior and Instructor Carol had taken a sudden interest in her.
But Lina, cheerful as ever, had already plopped onto the sofa and started playing with a game console.
"Chabao, Chabao~ Let’s play games!"

The game console looked retro, just like the ones in Jiang Cha’s old-world memories, with two controllers plugged in. She had expected witches to use something like high-tech gaming capsules, but this?
"I’d rather read a book."
But then, the retro console suddenly projected a virtual light screen. Lina, eyes closed in the real world, appeared on the screen as a slightly taller, older version of herself and waved.

"Come on! I’ll carry you, I’m a pro!"
Jiang Cha: "..."
She’d underestimated the witch society’s technology. Apparently, mental connection was all it took.

A bit intrigued, Jiang Cha picked up the controller and felt a strange signal in her mind.
[Confirm connection to virtual reality?]
‘Yes.’

Without needing to speak, she affirmed with her mental energy. The next moment, part of her mind entered the virtual space.
It was a unique sensation—not total immersion, but a dual perspective. Most of her thinking remained in her resting body, still sorting through the knowledge she’d studied earlier. One of her permanent thinking circuits was drawn out and channeled into the game world.
The game had no class choices, only a basic avatar setup. Jiang Cha didn’t bother customizing anything. She named herself Qingcha and logged in.
"When your console is linked to a friend’s account, you spawn near them for easy co-op!"

Lina handed her a bunch of basic gear as Jiang Cha looked around at the desolate wasteland. Monsters nearby were all level 50 or above, while Jiang Cha’s avatar sat at level 1. Lina, on the other hand, flaunted her level 200 tag.
So... Lina was definitely an internet addict.
"This virtual world is 99% realistic," Lina explained, grinning. "But you don’t have to worry about confusing it with the real world. The perspective is different, right?"

"Yeah... how does this even work?"
"Some rare magic, I think. The technique’s not widely available."
With that, she enthusiastically shouted, "Let’s go! Time to level you up!"

The game world was massive—spanning three galaxies, each controlled by different factions. Unlike reality, where witches could easily conquer territory, the game was designed for balanced, high-level competition. All the enemies were witches too, so it came down to tactics and skill.
Many witches even used the game to test new alchemical items before creating them in real life.
Jiang Cha quickly realized that characters below level 100 were considered cannon fodder. Only level 200 players like Lina with great gear were regarded as elite fighters.

Since everyone started equally, one-on-many victories were rare. And with such realism, it became a popular training ground for battle witches.
Some even got into real-life drama when game losses affected their pride.
"A combat witch once got beaten in-game by someone with 3,000 magic power and came to get revenge in real life. She was humiliated instead!" Lina giggled.

Despite the punishment for dying, Lina carried her like a pro, helping her level up quickly.
Jiang Cha rose to level 50 in no time, but the novelty faded.
The magic in-game didn’t feel the same.

Real-world magic was miraculous. In critical moments, witches could unleash ten times their normal strength. No one fully understood how. It was almost idealistic—like belief-made-real.
In the game, though, magic was simplified. Spells were just energy mechanics. The casting process was streamlined for safety; real-world spell models included contamination risks.
Ultimately, the game was just that—a game.

So Jiang Cha began to lose interest.
Just as she was considering how to gracefully quit, she heard a familiar voice.
"Jiang-chan, Lina-chan, dinner’s ready!"

He Qin’s gentle call snapped her back. Lina immediately vanished from the virtual world and dove onto He Qin.
"Smells so good! Qinbao, will you marry me?! I wanna eat your food forever!"
Jiang Cha: "...."

"Wash your hands first."
He Qin tapped Lina’s forehead, half-exasperated.
"Same for you, Jiang Chajiang."

"Yes, ma’am!" they both chorused.
They obediently washed up.
He Qin’s cooking really was good.

Despite the high-quality ingredients available at the academy cafeteria, the handmade flavor in He Qin’s cooking couldn’t be beat.
Magic dolls could cook, but their food lacked variation—each dish tasted the same.
Witches disliked uniformity. They preferred unique, handcrafted items—whether in food or in magic tools.

"So full."
"Me too!"
Though He Qin looked like a °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° gentle, traditional type, she wasn’t one to press her palms together or chant anything formal.

Jiang Cha and Lina, however, gobbled everything up and then collapsed on the sofa.
"Help me clean up!" He Qin shouted.
She liked cooking—but hated cleaning.

Lina pretended not to hear and reconnected to the game.
Jiang Cha, on the other hand, lifted a hand.
Streams of gentle magic gathered into the air. Thirteen floating models appeared, each one lifting a dish or utensil and guiding it into the kitchen’s magical dishwasher.

With another flick, the dishwasher activated. Then, another spell summoned a wave of water, wiping the table clean.
The entire cleanup happened with minimal movement. Jiang Cha lay there like a lazy cat, eyes half-closed.
He Qin: “…”

She had underestimated how ridiculously talented Jiang Cha was.
This wasn’t just levitation magic—it was precision-level multitasking.
Thirteen second-level spells at once? With perfect balance?

Even senior students would struggle. It took immense computing power—more than a regular supercomputer could manage.
‘Jiang Cha is really... something else.’
He Qin sighed.

A little helpless, but also a little impressed.