Witch Special

Chapter 305 What's the end of a semester? The final exam, of course!

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed...

Ah, it’s been a long time.

Ah ha ha, it is indeed a long time. But there is a reason for this, it is not just a random clock adjustment.

Because the homework Patchouli-sensei assigned to Lin Zhenxi was incredibly demanding. One hundred different spell cards might not sound like much, like a hundred long questions. If she just did them casually, she could probably finish them in a few days.

Lin Zhenxi did indeed think and act in this way at first. But when she had made several spell cards in a single day, each filled with dozens of identical low-level spells, she suddenly stopped and began to ponder a question.

Who is she fooling?

Although it was Patchouli who assigned the homework, these spell cards are now ready, so aren't they her, Hayashi Maki's?

Is it really appropriate to take away a bunch of junk spell cards with the intention of just tinkering with them and getting the job done?

You know, Patchouli's "Quiet Moon Goddess" hadn't been canceled since that day. As long as Lin Zhenxi entered the Dark Moon Space, she didn't need to worry about her magic power consumption. Such excellent conditions, leaving the Garden of Death, or even just leaving the Scarlet Devil Mansion or the Bavaru Library, would be impossible to find again.

Instead of taking this opportunity to take advantage of Teacher Patchouli and get herself some of the best quality spell cards, she was thinking about how to get away with it. Was she in such a hurry because of something important that needed to be completed soon?

Obviously not. Lin Zhenxi is now free and unburdened. The "company" will not assign her any tasks. Jingjing is taking care of her at home, and everything in the main world has been arranged. So, logically, she has plenty of time to waste.

If that's the case, then why shouldn't she get herself a batch of the highest quality spell cards?

So Lin Zhenxi restored all the spell cards that he had crudely made before and repeatedly filled with low-level magic. Then, holding these cards that had returned to blank spell cards, he began to rack his brains to think about what kind of spell cards he should use them to better enhance his strength.

Because Lin Zhenxi also discovered that although they were both blank spell cards, there was a huge difference in quality between the ones she made and the ones given to her by Teacher Patchouli.

The blank spell cards she made had a very poor ability to carry magic power. If thirty ordinary fireballs were stuffed into a blank spell card, it might explode. However, Lin Zhenxi stuffed more than eighty fireballs into the one hundred blank spell cards that Teacher Patchouli left her, filling up the space inside, and yet the frames of the blank spell cards were still as solid as a rock.

The gap between people... The difference in the quality of blank spell cards alone determines that the power of the spell cards made by Lin Zhenxi is definitely not as good as those made by Teacher Patchouli.

Even if the exterior styles are the same, a wall built with ordinary cement mixed with red bricks and a wall built with C120 cement cast in a steel cage are completely different things.

In the past six months, Lin Zhenxi has been thinking about what magic he should use to fill these spell cards. He is brainstorming every day and his life is extremely fulfilling.

At the beginning, Lin Zhenxi wanted to put some magic that was very difficult to cast, which could not be cast instantly or by just reciting the name, into blank spell cards, so that she could use them whenever she wanted. However, she found that if it was magic that she could not use proficiently, there was no way to compress the magic configuration into the size of a palm and stuff it into the blank spell card, so this idea failed directly.

To insert a magic configuration into a spell card, one must have mastered that magic. However, the magic that Lin Zhenxi mastered was all already capable of rapid casting. After realizing this, Lin Zhenxi finally understood the difference between spell cards and magic scrolls and gave up the idea of ​​using spell cards to cast spells that he was not yet proficient in.

After changing her mindset, Lin Zhenxi began researching how to maximize the use of these one hundred blank spell cards. First, she needed to clarify the difference in usage. She wasn't a member of the Garden of the Dead. Spell cards were used in the Garden of the Dead for the Spell Card Game, and there were limits on the number of spell cards that could be used in a single game, ranging from three, five, or seven. However, she didn't have this restriction.

Therefore, Lin Zhenxi didn't need to stick to the rule of only being able to use a spell card at a time; she could combine spell cards and use them. Furthermore, spell cards didn't necessarily need to be used for combat. Lin Zhenxi had figured it out. She could combine several spell cards to create a giant magical puppet out of thin air. This way, even in the harshest battlefield conditions, she could have a safe place to stand.

At least, there is a super cannon fodder standing in front.

Speaking of cannon fodder, when making the combined super war magic puppet, Lin Zhenxi realized that spell cards are a great way to compress casting time. And the most troublesome part of summoning mass-produced Ashura Rhinoceros Beetles is not just placing the jars at the beginning and then releasing the copy spell one by one.

Lin Zhenxi stuffed dozens of copy spells into the talisman card, and then stuck the talisman card on the jar, directly copying so many mass-produced Ashura Rhinoceros Beetles. Isn't it cool?

And the idea was successful.

Lin Zhenxi's imagination began to run wild, and she created a plethora of amazing things. To ensure she could create high-quality pieces, she would only make one spell card a day, go to sleep after finishing each one, and then think of new ideas the next day. The reason it took her six months to complete her 100 spell cards was entirely due to this self-imposed rule.

But even the most comfortable days eventually come to an end, and one must always force oneself out of their comfort zone and face the storms outside. As the saying goes, there's no rainbow without a storm. Lin Zhenxi has been with Patchouli for long enough, and it's time to move on.

On that day, Teacher Patchouli looked at the spell cards that Lin Zhenxi had neatly stacked into five piles, each filled with beautiful patterns and patches, and gave a satisfied smile.

"Very good, Maki. I am very satisfied with your work."

Great! Lin Zhenxi was delighted. She was just a student now, and the teacher had recognized her hard work. Of course, she was happy.

Teacher Patchouli pushed back the hundred spell cards of various colors that Lin Maki had. She said to Lin Maki, "Maki, you can't learn anything from me at this stage. Go and participate in the celebration specially prepared for you. Go and see what may happen in your world."

Lin Zhenxi brought a pile of books to use as a small stool. He first gathered the spell cards on the table together, then tightened the space cube. Finally, he leaned on the table with his hands, looked at Teacher Patchouli eagerly, and asked:

"Teacher Patchouli, please tell me what Fantasy War is all about."

"It's amazing that you've been able to hold on until now. Even I admire your perseverance." Patchouli said, and then she produced a map from her hand and threw it on the small table. As the map unfolded, its area became larger and larger, and in the end it even spread directly to the edge of the table, forcing Patchouli to push Lin Zhenxi's elbow off the table, and only then was the map fully unfolded.

This looked like a full map of the main areas of the Garden of the Dead. However, it seemed very different from the Garden of the Dead that Lin Zhenxi had in mind.

Although the Garden of the Dead contained numerous hidden dimensions, its main area was actually quite small, remaining roughly circular. Gazing down from above, the entire Garden of the Dead resembled an exquisite bonsai, each area breathtakingly beautiful and radiating a dreamlike aura.

However, outside this small area, there are subsidiary planes such as the Demon Realm, the Underworld, the Heaven Realm, and the Old Hell, whose areas are even much larger than the Courtyard of Departure. The small Courtyard of Departure is like a solid anchor, fixing all these spaces firmly in place and preventing any subsidiary plane from floating away.

The map that Patchouli spread out now only showed the main area of ​​the Courtyard of the Dead, so it didn't look very large.

Moreover, unlike the beautiful Garden of the Dead, the Garden of the Dead on this map was stained with a dark, desolate hue. The charred, withered trees, the dim night sky, the hills stained as if blood, the mirror-like lake that resembled a pool of black water, and the dilapidated houses in the human world that resembled an abandoned village—this map showed a Garden of the Dead that seemed to have been destroyed.

In this vast expanse of darkness, there are some bright red torii gates. These torii gates are connected in rows and strings, stretching from the top of the mountain to the foot, becoming the only bright color on the map.

This long series of torii gates was so conspicuous that Lin Zhenxi immediately recognized it as the strange world she had entered when she first arrived at the Garden of Death six months ago. During this time, she had always wanted to ask what exactly happened in that world, but she always felt that she would be at a disadvantage if she didn't ask more questions about magic, so she kept forgetting about it.

Her thinking was simple. The Garden of the Dead was teeming with secrets, with who knows how many additional planes there were. So what if there were a few more worlds? Wasn't that just standard procedure? Perhaps what she found strange was simply the norm here.

Who would have thought that the place she felt was the other world was actually the venue for the celebration specially prepared for her by Teacher Patchouli.

But to be honest, that place is indeed quite hellish. I don’t know how Teacher Patchouli designed it, but she was able to make such a beautiful courtyard of the dead have such a gloomy feeling.

Also, the brightly painted red torii gates are too abrupt. What is this long string of torii gates?

Recently, the supervisory station above came to inspect, and I was exhausted and worried about dealing with it.

Tired (；′⌒`)

Let’s get some tickets to comfort Papa.