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

Chapter 46: The Development of Magic Is Not Always Smooth Sailing

Jiang Cha's idea to develop new magic didn’t come out of nowhere—nor was she starting from scratch.
As a witch, she naturally had the ability to construct temporary thought circuits.
For instance, Jiang Cha currently had thirty-four innate thought circuits. Only one was acquired later, but that 33+1 were still considered "inherent" circuits—like mental magic etched permanently into the brain.

In her current peak state, she could maintain ninety-two thought circuits in total. Subtracting the thirty-four innate ones, the remaining fifty-eight were temporary—built by consuming magic power. They'd dissipate the moment her mana stopped flowing.
This was a natural talent of the witch race. Every young witch and transformation witch instinctively knew how to do it.
Just like living beings breathe without consciously activating the muscles, it was something engraved in their DNA.

Jiang Cha’s idea for developing new magic was based on this natural instinct—constructing temporary circuits.
If this construction came so naturally, could she not formalize it into a spell model? Could she use that model to support more thinking circuits during combat?
Or even go a step further—create a magic brain to host even more thought circuits and dramatically improve casting efficiency?

Theoretically, her idea was sound.
She recalled the giant strength technique she’d learned earlier: it worked by layering invisible, magical muscle over her real ones to increase strength.
The boost was cumulative. Stack enough spells and you could unleash the force of dozens of arms. Since these magical muscles outperformed real ones in every way, the output could exceed theoretical limits.

“It’s technically possible to superimpose a temporary circuit onto an existing thought circuit,” said Myrtle during a video call, her curiosity piqued by her apprentice’s question. “But that’s only in theory.”
“Do you know why any spell model involving multiple dimensions is automatically considered high-level?” she asked.
“Because of magical interference?” Jiang Cha replied.

“Exactly.”
Magical energies interfere with each other, and this interference comes from the magical information each spell carries.
Mana on its own has no attributes—it's neutral. But when it carries the caster’s intent or will, it gains bias, turning into fire, water, wind, etc.

That intent overflow? That’s magical information.
Jiang Cha remembered her first visit to the Battle Club—how the intense magical information in the air had agitated her own mana and stirred up her emotions. That was a textbook case of magical interference.
“Magic is a subjective energy. It's easily disrupted by will. That’s why many beginner witches can’t cast effectively in real battles—the clash of powerful wills throws them off. Without a strong will of their own, their control collapses.”
“If two magic circuits are too close together, they start interfering with each other, causing unstable or incorrect magic transformations. At high levels, managing this interference becomes one of the biggest hurdles in spell development.”

Having explained this, Myrtle continued analyzing Jiang Cha’s idea.
“Your plan to layer one circuit atop another could work—but it has serious issues. These extra circuits aren’t anchored in the brain. They use pure mana to simulate thought, which makes them fragile.”
“Easily disrupted by magical information,” Jiang Cha murmured.

“Exactly. And on a chaotic battlefield, the volume of magical information makes interference unpredictable—a black box. If your spell can’t solve this, you’ll create a bottomless pit that drains computing power.”
“That’s why I actually like your second idea better—constructing a magic brain. It would give the circuits a physical support structure, greatly reducing interference.”
This was the first time Myrtle really acted like a master in front of Jiang Cha—so helpful, so calm, it was almost intimidating.

Only now did she understand why Lina said Myrtle was the most suitable master among all the great witches—even more than some of the sages.
Myrtle wasn’t just wise; she was a universal scholar—proficient in every branch of magic and known for creative breakthroughs. She could answer any question Jiang Cha threw at her, even when Jiang Cha’s own ideas were still rough and undeveloped.
“But building a magic brain sounds like a huge strain on the caster. How would you even optimize a spell model like that…?” Jiang Cha tugged at her hair in frustration, pouting slightly.

This time, Myrtle didn’t answer directly. She chuckled and gave her apprentice a smug look.
“That’s for you to figure out. Magic development is a pain in the ass.”
“Unless… you want to hire me to help? Even master and apprentice should keep the books clean~”

“I can’t afford you, Master.”
It was true. Myrtle’s consulting fees for magic research projects were higher than many sages. If Jiang Cha were to formally commission her to develop a magic brain, it would cost at least fifty million witch gold!
“Well then, let me point you in a direction. There are several good research papers on witch brain theory. I recommend reading those first before jumping back into spell modeling.”

“Remember—knowledge is the root of all magic development.”
“Thank you, Master.”
After the call ended, Jiang Cha sighed and frowned at her notes again.

This would be the first spell she developed herself—and the first of what she hoped would be a new category of wisdom magic. She wasn’t going to give up so easily.
But it was clearly too advanced for her current level.
So, what to do?

Study!
“I’m heading out for a bit. He Qin, do you need anything from the library?”
“Could you grab me a copy of the Advanced Theory of Evocation Elements? I’ve been wanting to read up on evocation magic—it might help with puppet design.”

He Qin didn’t even need to ask where Jiang Cha was going. She already knew.
“Okay~”
“Hey! What about me!? Why are you only asking Qin Bao?!”

The golden-haired loli suddenly snapped out of her daze and pouted angrily.
But Jiang Cha was already out the door and didn’t hear her.
It didn’t matter, though. Someone else had her covered.

“Lina, you don’t study. That’s why Jiang Cha didn’t ask you,” Estelle said flatly.
“Estelle!! Do you want to die!?”
“If you don’t believe me, ask He Qin to stop you.”

The white-haired girl spoke the cruel truth with a cold face.
Have you ever seen a mother lose it in public? That was Lina now.
“Alright, alright, calm down, Lina-chan.”

“Qin Bao! My sweetest mom!!”
“I told you I’m not your mom!!”