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

Chapter 95: Mephistopheles – What Sin Did I Commit in My Previous Life?
 
The effect of the low-level wisdom magic [Information Mimicry] is to simulate the magical information emitted by various forms of magic, concealing the casting of spells and misleading the opponent.

But this magic is of little use to the construction of the School of Wisdom. It can only bring some advantages in battle—or in this case—appease children.
For any master in magic development, this kind of spell can be created easily, as long as there is inspiration and demand.
Jiang Cha was able to achieve the same effect as those masters by taking advantage of the computing power granted by her inherent magic and the special magical effect of [Mind Overlap].

In reality, she used far more computing power than necessary.
But does this mean that Jiang Cha is not abnormal?
How could that be possible!

"Which little witch can develop low-level magic in her first year? Normal witches at this age are still learning how to use low-level magic!"
Mephisto complained bitterly in her heart.
She realized that her investment in Jiang Cha was far from enough—at least not enough to match the potential shown by this girl.
What was a set of undead magic trees compared to this? If Jiang Cha had been born into the Karel family, she would have already been handed over directly to the patriarch.

——The leader of the Karel family was also a Great Sage!
Let it be emphasized again: the little witches who can enroll in Aislyn Magic Academy are the most talented children in the witch society.
Even the younger generations of the ancient witch families are sent to this academy to receive top training and build networks.

It is no exaggeration to say that the students there are the future of the witch society, geniuses among geniuses.
And yet Jiang Cha—a witch who had awakened less than four months ago—was already suppressing such a group of geniuses, showing unlimited potential. Wasn’t that monstrous enough?
“I formed a team, and our goal is to win the Entertainment Cup.”

Mephisto looked at Jiang Cha, who was laughing and playing with Violet. She sipped her red tea with a calm expression, but her hands trembled faintly.
“One of my teammates is a monster—the child secretly born of the oldest Great Sage, a long-lived undead witch who is only seventeen but has the mental capacity of a nine-year-old, already on the verge of promotion to Great Witch in the School of Undead, and practically the designated successor to the Lord of Death.”
“The other one is also a monster—an awakened witch who can learn eighth-level necromancy in her first year, master all schools, create a new school on her own, and even develop an entirely new spell in five seconds.”

“…Oh, she might not even be a year old.”
After all, Mephisto was Myrtle’s niece. With her cousin Jasmine as a middleman, she knew more about Jiang Cha’s situation than Lina and her roommates.
Some time ago, Jasmine had complained that her mother suddenly became like a nouveau riche who had won 50 million gold coins, frantically calling old friends just to show off her new disciple.

She was dragged off by seven or eight sages to a hotel and only came back to her senses after three days and three nights.
So yes, Mephisto knew Jiang Cha’s situation—otherwise, she wouldn’t have decisively invested in the girl before.
“I’ll call mother tonight and ask what to do.”

After thinking for a long time, Mephistopheles realized this was not something she could decide herself. She might as well toss the problem back to her wise mother.
The main reason was Myrtle’s rebelliousness.
If Myrtle had still been in the family and accepted Jiang Cha as her disciple, the Karel family would have poured every available resource into the girl without hesitation.
——Big families loved this kind of investment.

It was like venture funding: you might lose money on a hundred projects, but if you bet right on the one hundred and first, your returns would be astronomical.
And in witch society, what project could be more valuable than investing in a little witch from an ordinary family with extraordinary talent?
Invest in ten, one becomes a sage, and you profit. One becomes a Great Sage, and you strike gold.

Why wouldn’t they do something so low-risk, requiring only vision and speed?
But Jiang Cha was different.
People said she was related to the Karel family, but in reality, she had nothing to do with them.

Myrtle had been expelled from the family—she was practically an enemy of it.
Fortunately, there was Mephisto, who not only insisted on inviting Myrtle back home but also kept a good relationship with Jiang Cha. That made the situation delicate.
She couldn’t pour too many family resources into Jiang Cha under such a delicate balance. Her wise mother had to decide.

All she needed to do was maintain a good personal relationship with Jiang Cha.
“Won’t you come play with us, Senior?”
After nearly three hours of deep thought, Mephisto was pulled back by Jiang Cha’s cheerful voice.

When she looked up, her face nearly went pale.
The large living room—over 100 square meters—was filled with all kinds of undead creatures.
Endless white bones jutted up from the ground, serving as material and energy sources for the constant birth of more undead.

The scene rivaled the forbidden spells [One Hundred Demons Night Parade] and [Scourge of the Undead].
“What… what are you doing?”
The white-haired noble witch instinctively pressed her hand against the alarm function of her commuter card, ready to call the security team at the first sign of danger.

Don’t be surprised—every witch who entered a research state turned into a lunatic unafraid of death.
This was true of Jiang Cha, of little Violet… and of Mephisto herself.
But madness had levels and tendencies.

Evocation witches and alchemists preferred to make explosions.
Mystical witches and pharmacists tended to create strange products with side effects worse than their benefits.
Transmutation witches and mechanics leaned toward stronger transformations or bigger machines.

But the ones recognized as the craziest were undoubtedly the witches of the School of Undead and witches of the Five Poisons.
Because their research usually ended with… world destruction.
Yes, destruction of the world.

And now, Mephisto was staring at Jiang Cha—who practiced all secondary professions—and Violet, a pure undead witch even crazier than the rest.
Cold sweat slid down her forehead.
“Mother… I think I’m witnessing an even more terrifying career combination.”

“What a shame. I just wanted to drink tea and chat about witch gossip.”
“Oh, we were discussing undead crafting, and we built something big! Senior, come take a look—knowing about it might help you later in competitions.” Jiang Cha smiled brightly.
“That’s right! Sister Mephisto, come play with us!” Violet grinned even wider.

But Mephisto could not laugh.
She truly couldn’t.
Because the undead creature they had just made was decomposing, merging, and reforming—into a massive undead giant.

It was built on Violet’s knowledge of the undead and supplemented by Jiang Cha’s vast magical learning. Its combat power was enough to rival two or three Great Witches.
“Let's Celebrate, Violet! The great undead we created is expressing the joy of her birth!”
The black-haired, red-eyed witch raised her hands high, her tone ecstatic, hair whipping in the gusts like a devil ready to end the world.

The little black-eyed girl’s eyes sparkled. Clumsily but happily, she imitated Jiang Cha, jumping and shouting:
“Let's Celebrate! She will destroy the world!”
The childish voice declared destruction.

Anyone else would dismiss it as childish play.
But not Mephisto.
Not while she was staring at an undead whose magic grew ever stronger and more chaotic.

No—this was no ordinary undead. This was a monster, a fusion of every school.
All she wanted to do was run.
“One of you is protected by the oldest Great Sage, and the other is ridiculously talented. The dean won’t punish you… but I’m just an ordinary noble witch!!!”

“Please spare a thought for me!!”
Her elegant face twisted with despair, Mephisto nearly broke down.
She finally realized what was harder than raising a crazy undead witch child.

It was raising two of them—one who had studied everything in four months, and both with enough magical power to fuel disaster!
This wasn’t one plus one.
This was ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) exponential madness.

When the undead giant burst through the ceiling, Jiang Cha and Violet sat proudly on its shoulder, eating snacks and giving it commands.
At last, Mephisto gave up and slammed the alarm.
She couldn’t handle this anymore.

She couldn’t even win against Violet alone—never mind Violet, Jiang Cha, and their giant undead creation combined.
Collapsed on the sofa, she sipped her tea and gazed at the blue sky through the broken roof like a sage resigned to fate.