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

Chapter 8: Isn't It Normal to Be Hit in the Right Spot by an Intellectual Yet Naughty Older Sister?

 
Jiang Cha didn’t know why witch knowledge carried a curse, nor did she think it was something she needed to dwell on.
After analyzing the situation, she found that with her current abilities, all she could do was optimize her learning pace to slightly reduce the effects. Solving such a fundamental problem was akin to answering the meaning of the universe itself—a pointless endeavor for now.

What mattered more was her life tomorrow.
"A strange mix of satisfaction, accomplishment... and fatigue."
She sighed, closing her book with a quiet thump. Though she hadn’t read it all in one sitting, she had gotten a basic understanding of witch history.

Year 450 of the Witch Era: The original witch, Alice, was born. Her spiritual coefficient and magic power were, by today’s standards, laughably low—so much so that she wouldn’t even qualify as a proper witch now. She couldn’t cast a simple fireball.
Yet she was the first. The beginning.
Her life? Incredibly mundane. She got married. Had three daughters. All witches. Still weak, but undeniably extraordinary.

Thus, the witch race began.
Through secrecy and steady growth, their genes evolved under the influence of magic. With each generation, magic power increased. Alongside it came growing knowledge in areas like magic, potion-making, and alchemy.
Then came the 15th century and the infamous witch hunts.

Witches, despite their remarkable individual qualities, couldn’t take on armed human forces. Especially not squads of heavy cavalry. It was a dark period, but from that struggle emerged a new era.
Why were witches hunted? Fear? Ignorance? Political manipulation? Maybe all of the above.
Yet it brought forth legends:

Witch Carlisle Emma, who lifted restrictions on magic and strengthened the race.
Sage Norton Eileen, who compiled magical knowledge into a system.
Leader Dillon Natalie, who founded an organization to shelter witches and fight back.

Most importantly, this was when witches discovered an independent method of reproduction—forever separating their species from humans and triggering rapid evolutionary advancement.
In the 18th century, the first Great Witch appeared, with magic power exceeding ten thousand.
That was the turning point.
With that level of power, a witch could use magic to build characteristics and optimize herself—

Immortality
Enhanced casting
Spatial traits

Scientific genius
These traits became inheritable, intertwining like strands of DNA. Hidden most of the time, they activated only when needed.
Generation after generation, witches refined these abilities. Built stronger lineages. Explored deeper.

The result?
By the 20th century, they had explored the Milky Way.
And by May 30, 2121, they had become a multiverse-level advanced civilization—ever evolving, growing stronger by the second.

Jiang Cha closed the book and reflected.
"This is like... the Fourth Plague."
A race constantly advancing—militaristic and aggressive, yet also driven by knowledge and discovery.

'Is it their spiritual traits? Or is there a deeper reason?'
She shook the thought away.
Outside, the sky had turned to a warm, fiery red.

She returned her borrowed books to the shelves.
"Finished already? If you'd like to borrow them, just let me know. The books have advanced tracking spells," Moore said, amused.
"I've read them all. Thank you, Sister Moore. It helped a lot."

Jiang Cha looked small and soft as she hugged the thick books in her arms.
"Read them all?"
"Did I miss something?"

Moore blinked.
Then laughed. "Nothing. Just surprised Aislyn College has another little genius."
"Eh~ Then you discovered me, Sister Moore. We’re even closer now."

"I like that. Take care, lovely genius witch."
"Miss Moore, that sounded a little evil."
"People say that. But aren’t witches more charming when they’re a little wicked?"

"Haha~ I think I’m starting to fall for the bad older sister!"
Despite what "Common Sense" predicted, there were no dramatic reactions—no professors fighting over her, no attempts to claim her as a disciple.
She left the library calmly and returned to her dorm.

[Welcome back, Miss Jiang Cha. Your roommate left a voice message. Please check it using your commuter card.]
The familiar digital voice added a new update. Jiang Cha activated her wrist sticker. The illusory screen lit up.
A bubbly voice began to play.

[Hi, new roommate! I’m Lina—Noyce Lina! I’m in Dorm 3. Glad you listened! The last girl never checked anything!]
Next message.
[Okay, okay, Estelle’s fault! She never reads her messages! Oh! Don’t send her ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) anything, just go visit!]

Then another.
[No welcome parties here. Everyone’s busy. So! We’ll meet tomorrow. Too bad I couldn’t greet the late-arrival roommate myself! Tomorrow I’ll treat you to grilled fish! Fresh from the Falling Star World. Super tasty!]
[He Qin might come back late. She’s in Dorm 2. Super nice girl. A little spoiled, but sweet! She’s big and... Nadeshiko!?]

[Alright, see you tomorrow!]
Jiang Cha stood at her door, sighing.
"Looks like dorm life won’t be quiet."

She smiled, sent back a polite self-introduction—and within seconds, Lina sent more messages.
They rambled. Repetitive apologies. An urgent request:
"Send a picture!"

Jiang Cha paused.
"I don’t even know what I look like..."
Tired but curious, she stood and took a photo by the window.

The fading sunlight dyed her black hair with soft crimson. Her pale cheeks and delicate face looked doll-like.
But her eyes stood out most—wet ruby red, clear and luminous. Innocent and fragile, but also a little eerie.
A sacred charm tinged with madness.

The message auto-played.
[Oh my god, Jiang Cha! You’re beautiful!!! I’m seriously moved! Super moved!!]
Lina was clearly excited.

Dorm life was going to be noisy.