Chapter 77: Adela

My name is Adela, and I am a second-year student at the Academy of Truth.

As an Ordinary Witch with no good looks and no money, getting into the Witch Academy was already the greatest stroke of luck in my life.

However, the Witch Academy turned out to be different from what I had imagined.

Although I did not have to worry about housing and tuition since the Government subsidized eighty percent of the costs, you know how witches are.

The dormitories provided to ordinary students like us were four-person rooms, not single suites.

‘Original above, with the nature of witches, how do you dare let four hot-blooded witches live in such a cramped space?’

At first, they were very polite and even quite reserved.

One girl, who loved literature, would even blush whenever she saw us changing clothes.

On the second day, things seemed to change.

I could feel faint, lingering gazes on my back while I was changing.

On the third day—ahhhh!

As expected, the three of them started having a party together!

Can you imagine opening your eyes that day and seeing the three people on the opposite bunk piled on top of each other in such an ambiguous scene?

What shocked me the most was that the literature girl was actually the one on top!

I ran away.

Luckily, I was a heavy sleeper, otherwise…

At that moment, I suddenly realized why those older students chose to rent apartments outside.

‘Original above, if I keep living there, won’t someone end up dead? I might not even know who the mother of the child is by then.’

For that reason, I found a rental room that was only 30 square meters.

‘Original’s toenails! The damn thing costs 15,000 Moni a month!’

I gritted my teeth and moved in!

Besides the exorbitant rent, there were other educational expenses.

I have no talent, so if I want to advance my Sequence, the best way is to purchase a Sequence Potion.

Even then, success isn’t guaranteed.

The massive financial pressure forced me to find ways to make money.

Because of this, I would get up at 4:00 AM to work at the breakfast shop downstairs.

At 10:00 AM, I would try my luck at a maid cafe.

Usually, the maid cafe wouldn’t take me, saying I looked too plain.

*Sob, sob, sob.*

In the afternoon, I would deliver food.

Space resources are so tight now that food is delivered by hand.

I would stay busy until 10:00 PM, return home, gnaw on a piece of rock-hard bread, and still have to update my webnovel.

Even though I was a failure as an author, with only about 1,000 readers a day, my heart finally died when I saw those big shots with at least 1 Ze (10^21) daily readers.

My daily earnings were zero point zero-zero—I don’t know how many zeros.

I felt like having a “friendly” conversation with the dirt in a grave.

The webnovel site required a 200,000-word daily update.

Since I was a failure, I had to make up for my lack of talent with hard work, so I churned out over 1,000,000 words every day.

At 12:30 AM, I finally finished my 1.2 million-word task.

Although life was exhausting, at least I had a small glimmer of hope.

‘What if it suddenly becomes a hit?’

‘When that happens, hehe, I’ll have a girl in each arm, and I’ll even throw money in my instructor’s face and make her… hehehe!’

Just as I was preparing to shower and go to sleep, over 1,000 messages suddenly appeared on the latest chapter.

I was ecstatic.

‘Could it be? Am I finally going to blow up?’

I hurriedly scrolled through them, only to find that they were all from the same person.

Peach King.

‘Original above, this piece of work is doing nothing but flaming me!’

The person said my writing was trash, and the comment thread kept growing higher and higher.

At first, I felt a bit guilty.

After all, my writing really was terrible.

But as I kept reading, I saw red.

‘You’ve had enough!’

I stepped in and said, “That’s enough.”

Original above, that person actually got even more fired up!

I finally couldn’t hold back and started a flame war with her.

Eventually, the website muted both of us, so we added each other on KouKou.

That night, we spent the entire time insulting each other.

The more I argued, the angrier I got.

I got so worked up that I couldn’t even catch my breath; I was only exhaling and could no longer inhale.

Finally, I saw the last message the other person sent.

Peach King: “Small fry!”

I finally snapped.

Between the long hours of high-intensity work and staying up all night, my emotions were extremely volatile.

My world went dark, and I completely passed out.

When I opened my eyes again, I realized I was dead.

Looking at my own corpse, I was filled with mixed emotions.

Then, I suddenly felt a bone-chilling aura.

It was a Soul Reaper from Fengdu!

Looking at the last message on the screen—”Small fry”—I made a reckless decision.

‘Original above, don’t let me catch you!’

I am a witch of the Truth Sequence.

I transformed my soul into a Truth form and hid within the network space, temporarily evading the Soul Reapers’ search.

I lurked on that website and finally found that person.

I saw her reading a book called *Battle Loli Continent*.

It was a piece of trash.

If I ever wrote something like that, I wouldn’t even need someone to flame me; I’d find a building and jump off myself.

But what caused me to truly break down was that the person actually just closed the app without saying a single word of criticism.

‘Original Black Forest!’

‘You’re specifically targeting me, aren’t you?!’

“Ahhhhh! Why! Why?!”

“That *Battle Loli Continent* was so trashy, why didn’t you flame her?!”

“WHY?!”

Adela controlled Qing Luan’s body, her cold face now filled with a breakdown.

Meanwhile, Su Ling, who was sitting in the chair, fell into a stunned silence.

‘Tsk, the *Battle Loli Continent* she’s talking about… couldn’t be the one I plagiarized, could it?’

Seeing Adela roaring in grievance, Su Ling felt like crying.

‘Please, stop flaming it. The author is right in front of you.’

Su Ling felt like dying right then and there.

“Um, I… I was just tired at the time…”

Tao Tao was tied to the bed, practically crying from fear.

Although she had wanted to flame it since it was written so poorly, she had been too exhausted at the time and simply didn’t want to bother.

As soon as those words were spoken, a deathly silence fell over the room.

Su Ling shifted her body, her back drenched in cold sweat.

‘It’s… it’s so cold.’

“Heh heh, so that’s how it is~”

“Heehee, small fry Tao Tao really is a small fry~”

“You said it yourself, if I caught you, I’d torment you to death~~”

Adela controlled Qing Luan’s body and pinned Tao Tao firmly beneath her.

Tao Tao burst into tears.

“I was wrong! I was wrong! No, please, don’t do that!”

Qing Luan wasn’t even her type!

‘Now, if she were controlling Su Ling… hehehe…’

Even in this situation, Tao Tao began to fantasize again.

“Hmph, the more you act like this, the more excited I get!”

Adela shoved her bare, white foot directly into Tao Tao’s mouth.

Since Qing Luan’s body had just gone through an intense battle, her foot was sticky and covered in sweat.

Just thinking about it was…

Tao Tao’s face was now covered in tears and snot, and her eyes were rolling back into her head.

Hearing Tao Tao’s painful wails, Su Ling couldn’t help but close her eyes.

At the same time, she prayed in her heart: ‘Don’t see me, don’t see me.’

“Such a small fry~ Now then, how should we play with small fry Tao Tao next?”

Adela’s face was flushed.

She clenched her pink fists and gestured over Tao Tao’s petite body.

Tao Tao’s eyes were vacant as she quickly realized what Adela was planning to do.

“No, don’t! You’ll… you’ll kill me!!”

Someone was really going to die!

“Heehee, it’s no use begging me, small fry Tao Tao. This is your karma~”

Adela laughed manically.

It was the laugh of someone finally getting their revenge.

A little brat who talked big online deserved to be tortured like this!

Just as things were about to reach an irreversible point, the bedroom door was kicked open once again.

“Student Council! Don’t move!”