The Witch's Anatomical Notes

Chapter 1

A Small Goal

(Note before the text: This book contains a high concentration of yuri elements. The romantic progression between the dual female leads is rapid, and there are many affectionate scenes in the middle. Dear readers, please consider this accordingly. Thank you!~)

Lu Xi was jolted awake by a suffocating pressure on her chest.

He...

Or perhaps it was more accurate now to say she!

She sat up abruptly, her hand instinctively pressing against the painful area, but froze the moment she touched the soft curve. Cold sweat trickled down her spine.

Morning light filtered through the stained glass window, casting strange, multicolored patches on her delicate skin and silver-white long hair. They resembled the patterns in the pupils of enchanted beast specimens on a laboratory shelf. Yet on closer inspection, they reverted to being ordinary flecks of light.

"This isn’t my body. And didn’t I already get into a car accident..."

The unfamiliar language that came from her throat, paired with a cold and clear female voice, made her entire body go cold. Trembling, she reached for her neck. There should have been an Adam's apple there, but now, there was only a swan-like elegant curve.

Just as she was about to examine further, a surge of pain struck without warning.

Two sets of chaotic and entirely different memories stabbed into her mind like shards of broken glass.

One was of blinding headlights, the screech of twisted brakes, and her blind date's terrified face frozen in a wash of blood.

The other memory belonged to someone named "Lucy Felicia," an apprentice witch. It held thirteen years of rural life and two years of training at the Tower of the Four Sages.

Of course, calling it “training” wasn’t entirely accurate. For those like her who weren’t even formal apprentices, there was a more widely accepted term consumables.

The kind of expendables who could die horrifically at any moment for unknown reasons in some random corner, as numerous and useless as the basic magical materials that lined the bottom shelves of a laboratory.

Once one batch was used up, another would simply take its place.

Two years.

That was the learning and protection period granted by the Wizard Castle to newcomers. During this time, no one was allowed to harm these consumables, and the castle provided free basic education and an extremely limited supply of resources.

Once the protection period ended, regardless of whether they had successfully advanced to formal apprentices, they would be given mandatory assignments or job placements. After all, the Wizard Tower never supported idle hands.

By then, whether these “consumables” managed to integrate into the Wizard Tower and become part of it, or whether they integrated in a more literal, physical sense ending up as mutated human organ samples soaked in preservative fluid on the laboratory shelves no one would bother to ask.

Of course, even though it was called a protection period, the death rate among newcomers remained alarmingly high.

From the fragmented memories of the original owner, there were many who had exceeded their contamination threshold and grew compound eyes and tentacles, who offended a senior apprentice and were turned into fertilizer for the garden, or who simply vanished without a trace.

Among the nearly two hundred gifted students who entered the Tower of the Four Sages at the same time as her, less than half survived the two-year protection period.

At present, there were only three days left before the end of that period. Among her cohort, only five had successfully advanced to full apprentices, while the rest, like Lucy, were still desperately struggling for that slim chance of promotion.

The original owner of this body an unremarkable, socially anxious fifteen-year-old silver-haired apprentice had perished during the final stretch of her protection period. Discouraged and hopeless, she wandered the castle corridors after dark to clear her mind. There, she accidentally looked directly at a bizarre entity, causing her contamination value to instantly exceed the threshold. Her soul was shredded into fragments, allowing it to be overtaken by a foreign soul from a distant plane.

Once Lu Xi pieced everything together, she involuntarily sucked in a cold breath. Her doll-like pale cheeks turned a few shades whiter.

In her previous life, while not especially wealthy or flamboyant, she had managed to get into a decent university on her own merit, and later secured a respectable, well-paying job.

After working diligently for three years, she had made a down payment on a home with her family’s help, and even bought a new car.

She had also made some progress with a somewhat compatible blind date. It looked like she was finally about to leave behind over two decades of virgin life and begin a new chapter.

Yet now, she had suddenly transmigrated into a world riddled with mortal danger, where the law of the jungle reigned.

Grotesqueries, tentacles, compound eyes, wails, and death formed the theme of this world. To survive here, to live well, the only path forward was to gain knowledge of this world and become a witch a true, great witch.

However, that was still far too distant for the current Lucy.

Right now, Lu Xi had only one small goal: to survive in this tower.

At this thought, Lu Xi was suddenly struck by a realization.

The original owner of this body had died because she looked directly at a bizarre entity, causing her contamination value to exceed the critical threshold. Now that Lu Xi had inherited everything from this body had she also inherited that contamination value?

Contamination value, also known as the “knowledge tax,” was a negative condition brought on by exposure to magic energy. Anything capable of producing magic energy enchanted beasts, magical tools, witchcraft knowledge, etc. could increase this value.

Once contamination exceeded 30%, one would begin to hear inexplicable whispers; above 40%, they would see unknown hallucinations; over 60% would lead to random bodily mutations; and once it surpassed 90%, the transformation into a humanoid enchanted beast would become irreversible, the person reduced to a sample of mutated organs floating in preservative fluid for study.

As for the original owner, she had likely exceeded her contamination limit. Before long, her soul had been completely corrupted and shattered.

Lu Xi rubbed her temples.

The last moment in the original owner's memory had frozen on that bizarre black mist in the corridor and the cloaked figure beside it, who appeared slightly surprised.

What happened next how she returned to her room and ultimately died was not recorded in the original owner’s fragmented memories.

But in a way, compared to the agony of slowly mutating into a dazed, instinct-driven enchanted beast, only to be conveniently disposed of by a passing senior apprentice and eventually dissected into organs to be preserved forever in fluid for research...

Sudden death might have been, in its own way, a form of mercy and even happiness.

As for the cloaked, indistinct figure at the end of the memory, and why such a high-contamination entity would appear inside the Tower, the current Lu Xi clearly had no way to know.

Shoving the stray thoughts from her mind, Lu Xi climbed off the cold floor of the apprentice dormitory. Her limbs still weak, she dragged herself to the wooden shelf above the desk and, according to the original owner’s memory, found a crystal ball filled with fog.

This was one of the most classic forms of witchcraft tools. Depending on the crafting method, crystal balls could be used for divination, spellcasting, detection, and more. The one Lucy held was specifically for checking internal contamination value.

She placed her hand on the basketball-sized, curved orb. It didn’t feel smooth or cold as it appeared; instead, it had a sticky, clammy texture, like touching some still-writhing animal organ. The sensation was enough to make one’s stomach churn.

But she couldn’t afford to worry about discomfort. In the common tongue of witches, she whispered,

"Check contamination value."

From within the foggy crystal ball, a black smoke suddenly surged upward, like a tide rising from the bottom and squeezing the space occupied by the white mist.

By estimating the proportion of black smoke, one could roughly judge the concentration of contamination in the body.

Just as Lucy anxiously observed the expanding black smoke, her vision abruptly distorted, and glowing azure characters began to emerge before her eyes.

The sudden change startled the already-tense Lucy, making her flinch. Her palm jerked away from the crystal ball.

By then, the flickering blue characters had stabilized into several lines of familiar Chinese characters from her previous life.

【Name: Lucy Felicia】

【Level: Apprentice (Mental Strength: 5.8)】

【Meditation Technique: Bramble Loop Meditation (A general-use method taught at the Tower of the Four Sages. Constructs a loop of thorns within the consciousness. While piercing distracting thoughts, the pain helps maintain clarity. Slightly increases mental strength and slightly reduces contamination value)】

【Witchcraft: Basic Magical Trick (Zero-Ring Witchcraft, a deceptive spell crafted using the hallucinogenic glands of the Illusion Fox and the phosphor sacs of the Moonlight Moth. Very effective against commoners and foolish knights, but never attempt to use it on a witch), Basic Ring of Resistance (Zero-Ring Witchcraft)】

【Skills: None】

【Equipment: None】

【Contamination Value: 55%】

【Academic Points: (Checking host’s academic discipline… none detected. Classified as inferior host. Initiating soul separation process…)】

"Soul separation? Wait!"