Otaku Witch

[Exchange Complete.]

With such a system prompt expected to ring out, Dorothy had slightly closed her eyes upon hearing it; however, after waiting for quite a while, nothing happened.

"emmmm, is that it? Normally, shouldn't there be a flood of knowledge or something?"

The homebody witch opened her eyes, feeling somewhat puzzled.

But when she grasped her Identity Token again, she couldn't help but frown, sensing keenly that her memory bank had been hacked by a program, which stored a vast amount of knowledge.

This sensation was quite marvelous; if she had to make a comparison, it was much like a new USB drive had been plugged into a computer.

The data in the USB drive didn't belong to the computer but was temporarily mounted, yet the main program could momentarily access and use the data within.

"So that's how it is, they solved it using this method?"

It was then that Dorothy finally came to a realization.

Magic is a power of the mind, a Power of Miracles that can only be wielded by true believers, so memory implantation doesn't work for magic, a fact already proven by the Moon Rabbit Clan. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

The technology of the Moon Rabbits had long achieved memory implantation, and their universal education was accomplished through knowledge implantation, but magic knowledge couldn't be implanted and required the Priestesses of the Moon to study hard bit by bit.

Dorothy had originally thought that the Judgment Court had some breakthrough black technology that overcame this limitation, but only after experiencing it personally did she finally understand.

"This damn thing is just a shared leverage, not truly mastering it at all."

The homebody witch understood the essence of this method in an instant.

The principle should be similar to the Invocation Magic from the novels she read in her previous life; whenever you need to cast a spell, the vast spellcasting experience of the "Deities" is shared with you through the Magic Network, similar to being possessed by a divine spirit.

No wonder there's no consumption in casting spells from the Spell Slots, after all, the real consumption is mostly borne by those "Deities."

Tsk, truly worthy of the Judgment Court, they really have profound resources; not just any organization could learn this technique, let alone find so many "Deities" to come over.

Dorothy mused to herself.

However, she was actually slightly disappointed because she had imagined experiencing the joy of a system-exchange protagonist rising to max level in one click, only to find that getting something for nothing just doesn't exist.

But after a moment's thought, she let go of her disappointment.@@novelbin@@

"Well, I wouldn't dare to use the kind of knowledge that's just implanted because others could give it and just as easily take it back. Now, this method is like having an experienced teacher, who has reached Great Achievement in proficiency, teaching you the magic personally, hand in hand. That's not bad either; my learning accelerator has increased again!"

With renewed spirits, Dorothy once again perked up.

She thought about this while casually tossing a Fireball.

This was the Low-Level Magic Spell she had just added to her Spell Slot, the favorite One-Ring Spell of novices – the Fireball Technique.

With this casting, Dorothy immediately realized that her previous speculation was indeed correct: this really was sharing someone else's experience.

Because as soon as the idea of casting the spell came up, an auxiliary consciousness appeared in her mind out of the blue, guiding her spellcasting, and the magic power consumed for the spell was not drawn from her own mana pool but came from the Identity Token.

Dorothy didn't resist the guiding intention; she followed the guidance obediently, casting the spell step by step, and this guiding consciousness detailed everything meticulously—how the magic power should flow, its speed per second, how many laps it should take in the Magic Circuit, and the exact route laid out clearly. Even if she made a mistake, the guiding consciousness would help her correct it.

Well, as long as one wasn't a fool, they'd definitely be able to cast the spell successfully by following the guidance. It was truly a foolproof operation.

And ultimately, Dorothy did manage to produce a huge bluish-green Fireball as tall as a person.

Normally, the Fireball Technique was only about the size of a basketball, and the fire's color only red and orange. The difference was a clear indication of the enhancement brought about by the Great Achievement proficiency level in the Fireball Technique.

However, Dorothy was slightly discontent with this, so she simply couldn't be bothered with the guiding will and chose to ignore it, starting to cast spells with her own will.

In response, the guiding will: "???"

At first, the guiding will kept marking errors and trying to correct them, but Dorothy overbearingly isolated the guiding will from the casting process and let it just observe on the sidelines.

Thus, the magic power transmitted from the Identity Token began rushing through the Home Martial Soul's body in an incredibly simplified and fluid route, a stark contrast to the tractor-and-sportscar difference from the previous guided process.

Outside, the fireball in Dorothy's hand swelled up in a flash, the flame shifting from green to purple and finally becoming near colorless, almost reaching the ceiling.

Well, this was a Saint-level fireball technique from Dorothy.

Unfortunately, just before Dorothy could show off, a water stream fizzed over, but it was sadly vaporized before it could even get close to the fireball, not even giving the steam a chance to form.

"Eh..."

Dorothy turned around in surprise, then saw a witch with a red armband on her arm walking over with a fierce momentum.

Well, she had been fierce, but seeing her Water Flow Spell vaporized so effortlessly, the witch was initially stunned, then her bluster diminished.

"Big shot, could you tone down your magic? It's forbidden to start fires in the library," the brown-haired witch, who seemed to be the Librarian, said timidly.

Dorothy: "....."

Ah, this...

"Sorry about that, I just learned this Spell Slot, and I forgot this was the library. My apologies."

The Home Martial Soul crushed the fireball in her hand and spontaneously performed Miss Ghost Mask's unique technique of a ninety-degree bow, apologizing sincerely.

Just moments ago, she had been feeling quite smug, thinking she had taught a lesson to the witch behind the guiding will, but now she was blushing with embarrassment and felt like she had socially died a little.

Wuu wuu wuu, now I really am the clown.

"I'm truly very sorry, I'll be leaving now."

Feeling too ashamed to stay any longer, she quickly turned around, found Miss Ghost Mask, and hurriedly left the library.

But she didn't forget to give a thumbs up to the guiding will that was gradually dissipating inside of her.

"Mm, anonymous big shot, I'll still count on you in the future."

Well, the mischievous nature of the Fairy King is at play again.

...

Meanwhile, on the frontline battlefield inside the captain's room of a giant magic-guided warship that was sailing, a stunning red-haired witch opened her eyes.

She raised her hand, and a human-sized turquoise fireball appeared, which then started to swell slightly before shifting towards purple.

"Emmmm... have I encountered a Sage?"

The red-haired Big Sister doubted her life.

"However, big shot, make sure to count on me next time, alright?"

... Big Sister losing decorum...