No matter being born in such a perilous environment, nothing could stop her courageous heart.
As a Witch, part of a fervent system seeking knowledge and truth, even if born from ingredients, she would rise in secret, reshape her race, and forge glory anew.
"Those foolish inferior witches of later generations don't know that I possess wisdom; I hid it very well."
Her gaze flickered.
Indeed, as snails unable to birth wisdom, their souls are utterly pure, without consciousness, allowing them to be consumed and replenish Spiritual Power...
So, it's natural she hasn't been discovered.
She started examining the kitchen transformed from a noodle shop on the first floor,
"This is a custom-built metal secret room, almost completely sealed! There are many ingredients stored here, and that uncontrollable large corpse."
The muscular corpse sat in the corner, clearly out of control.
After all, the master was already asleep, naturally the cadaver puppet was silent.
"Haha... so young!"
