[Fate's Veil (Red)]: Allows you to block any divination-type magic below divine rank, and any curses from curse-type magic.
[Fate's Mark (Red)]: You are marked by an unknown being. Everything you do will be visible to her.
[Hair of the Elven Maiden (Red)]: A strand of hair from a powerful elf. After being forcibly pulled out and infused with a trace of fate's power, it now carries a faint aura of destiny.
"So even this strand of hair is fake, huh…"
Hel looked at the newly acquired entries, momentarily speechless.
She couldn't help but admire that old monster Fate — who knew how many centuries she had lived — she really was cautious.
Was she afraid someone might curse her through her own hair? But as a witch of Fate, how could she even be affected by a curse?
Hel couldn't make sense of it, nor did she really want to.
Whatever Fate's purpose in monitoring her, she didn't care much.
She'd already accepted the benefits — if there was a trap, she could simply avoid that so-called Witch Court in the future.
Thinking this, Hel inserted [Fate's Veil] into her newly crafted Necromantic Sigil.
Not bad — the artifact just got a lot stronger.
As for [Fate's Mark], she decided to toss that into storage to collect dust.
Once she was done, Hel got ready to get out of bed. After all, things had already happened — no use moping around any longer.
But before stepping down, her hand brushed against something by the bedside — a card.
On the card was a depiction of a Death God riding a white horse.
[Name]: Fate Card (Death)
[Rarity]: Pink · Artifact
[Attributes]: Witch Court (Pink), Witch Forum (Pink), Witch Market (Pink)
[Description]: Proof of membership in the Witch Court. Through it, you can exchange information or trade items with other witches.
As soon as Hel picked up the card, the image shifted — a dazzling starry interface appeared, with an endless knot encircled by a glowing ring at its center.
But the more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.
Wait a second… wasn't this that logo?
Yes — the Telecom Girl!
The sight instantly reminded Hel of those meme images that internet jokers back on Earth made — the ones that definitely weren't safe for work.
Shaking her head to dispel the mental "trash files," Hel continued exploring the device.
It was practically a smartphone.
It had chat, camera, friend posts, and even an online trading platform.
If not for the alien interface style, she might've thought whoever designed this was also a transmigrator from Earth.
After playing around for a while, Hel got the hang of it.
She then started editing her username.
Just like people back on Earth, Hel found she could act much freer online — even if she was a total introvert in real life.
After thinking for a moment, she settled on the name "Little Western King."
It fit her — a witch of Death being called "Little Western King" (Xī Wáng) made sense, right?
She'd already killed over two hundred people upon reincarnating — sounded pretty fitting to her.
Yes, perfectly reasonable.
Besides, the forum was full of weird nicknames anyway —like "Lady Seer's Dog," "Chest-Sandwich Cookie," and "Overlord Crybear."
Just like the internet of her previous life — absolutely full of nonsense.
And the content? Even more chaotic.
Discussions about magical tools, gossip about royal families — all sorts of nonsense.
But one thing she noticed: there were no discussions about men.
Soon she realized why.
The divine power inside witches couldn't be handled by normal people.
Unless a "witch man" appeared someday, witches could only seek companionship among themselves.
As for men... Hel had already tested that theory.
Let's just say — there were no longer any chickens to talk about.
Sigh… better not think about that. Too depressing.
Of course, she hadn't joined the forum just to read gossip.
Her plan was to, when she got rich, buy some powerful corpses.
After all, in her small Haim Territory, there weren't many strong people — and she was still a weakling. She couldn't afford to cause trouble.
But other witches? Different story.
They might casually kill an enemy and then worry about hiding the body.
That's where Hel came in.
She'd take those bodies off their hands — problem solved for both sides.
Now that's a win-win transaction.
So she posted a "Buying Corpses" thread on the forum, patted her cheeks to wake herself up, and said to herself:
"Alright. Enough moping. A day of sulking is plenty. People should always look forward."
With that pep talk, she stood up and prepared to wash up.
But before opening the door, she suddenly remembered what Fate had said.
She was a witch now. If she just walked out casually, a squad of Holy Knights might be at her door by morning.
No choice, then.
Hel activated her Necromantic Sigil and opened a gate to the Necrospace, stepping inside.
A little while later, she emerged — refreshed and clean.
Yeah, it was about time she built a proper bathroom and toilet in there.
Digging random holes every time was not elegant.
With that in mind, she immediately ordered her skeleton soldiers to start construction.
She'd stored plenty of lumber earlier for the Jenny Loom project — enough to build two small rooms.
She could just move some of the castle's furniture, like the bathtub, over.
The only issue was plumbing — how to set up drainage and water supply.
She couldn't just summon water with magic every time — way too tiring.
Maybe she could buy a spatial item from the forum to store water?
While she was musing, someone knocked on her door.
It was her maid, Anna — with Sebas standing beside her.
Sebas was in charge of the city's dessert shops.
If he was back this early, something had definitely gone wrong.
"Young Master," Anna said nervously, "the employees from the south and north dessert shops have been kidnapped."
"What happened?"
Hel's expression darkened.
She knew her dessert business was highly profitable — enough to make people jealous. That's why she had stationed city guards there.
Even the chefs had bodyguards.
And Sebas — a high-level mage — oversaw operations himself.
No way a few noble brats could have pulled this off under her watch.
And if they really dared to attack the guards?
Perfect — that'd give her a legitimate excuse to crush them.
"The ones who took them," Sebas said, "weren't noble soldiers — it was the local Thieves' Guild."
"The Thieves' Guild? What the hell is that?"
Hel blinked. Since when did a bunch of thieves have the guts to stand up to proper soldiers?
"They're similar to an Adventurers' Guild," Sebas explained. "They handle all sorts of criminal work — theft, kidnapping, extortion — but they usually avoid killing. Their influence spans all three empires.
Most nobles just turn a blind eye."
"And I suppose they have backing too," Hel said coldly. "Otherwise, if they dared touch the nobles, they'd have been wiped out long ago."
"Yes, Young Master. Their greatest backers are the Three Empires themselves. And in each region, the local branch usually allies with the ruling lord — becoming their most convenient shadow hand."
"Heh… so you're telling me," Hel's smile turned sharp, "that the people who should've been working for me… just attacked my business?"