Chapter 104: 103. My Backhand Scoop
"Mistress, what's wrong?"
Just as Dorothy was about to be scared half to death by the bizarre and disgusting underground scene, Vannie, who was beside her, looked at her in confusion and then led the way out of the elevator.
Dorothy could clearly see that as Vannie walked, the flesh-and-blood mycelial mat on the ground was trampled down, and the eyeballs that had been spinning on the mycelial mat were directly crushed, making the putrid smell in the air even stronger as the juices splattered.
The mycelial mat seemed to be stimulated by this, and countless wriggling tentacles began to twine and climb up Vannie's long and rounded legs. During this process, some mucus stained Vannie's clothes, making her, who exuded the aura of a beautiful and intellectual teacher, completely sticky and reeking of gore.
However, Vannie herself seemed completely oblivious to all of this. She just continued to look at Dorothy in confusion, as if wondering why the Mistress had suddenly turned pale.
"Vannie, didn't you feel like you stepped on something?"
Dorothy's voice trembled as she reminded Vannie, especially when she noticed that many unspeakable horrors not far away were already heading their way, making her feel utterly exhausted and wishing for death.
Well, actually, it wasn't really fear, after all, people's fear of monsters ultimately stems from their own powerlessness. Once one possesses power, those monsters that were once feared don't seem like much. It's just that these unspeakable horrors look too grotesque, and the smell is really strong.
At first, she felt a physiological discomfort.
However, it's strange. After looking at them a few more times, she actually got used to it. She even started to feel curious about these unspeakable monsters because she realized that only she could see them, while Vannie, even with the tentacles wrapped around her, didn't notice anything unusual. She seemed to see nothing.
"What's wrong? No, there's nothing here, is there?"
Vannie looked down at her feet in confusion at the Mistress's reminder, but she only saw a smooth, flat floor. To prove that she really hadn't stepped on anything, she even bounced a few times, which only caused her voluptuous body to sway and undulate.
It was a pity that if they were in a different place, Dorothy might have been in the mood to appreciate it, but now her face had turned pale again. After all, with Vannie's jump just now, several more eyeballs on the mycelial mat had been unfortunately lost.
But Vannie's expression and actions didn't seem fake; she really didn't see anything. So, was this bizarre scene that she saw real or fake?
Is this some kind of illusion?
Then why am I the only one affected, and Vannie is fine? Is it because I'm too weak?
Dorothy began to ponder.
But then again, she had just felt her spiritual sense stir. It was also possible that her spiritual sense was too high, which allowed her to see these things.
"Hey, Vannie, if you don't mind me asking, what's your spiritual sense rating? If you can't say, then just pretend I didn't ask."
Seeing that those unspeakable monsters were really about to surround Vannie, Dorothy didn't care about anything else. She reached out and pulled Vannie back into the elevator, then asked.
"It's A. My spiritual sense talent is quite high."
Vannie answered directly, even though this should have been a secret. But she had no intention of hiding it. After all, her own deity was asking, and as a loyal Archbishops of the God of Scholars, Vannie declared that she had no secrets.
Upon hearing this answer, Dorothy was also a little confused. An A-grade rating was indeed quite high. Combined with Vannie's magic power, which was more than ten times her own, her total spiritual sense value must be far greater than her own. There was no reason why she could see it, but Vannie could not.
Could it really be because she was too weak, so she fell into an illusion? Or is it that whether one can see these things is not determined by the total spiritual sense, but by the spiritual sense evaluation level?
Dorothy pondered once again.
Forget it, I don't care. A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall. No matter what the principle is, this situation looks dangerous anyway, so it's better to escape first.
She decisively pressed the button on the magic-powered elevator beside her, preparing to make a run for it.
However, just as the elevator door was about to close completely, it suddenly got stuck. This immediately made Dorothy shiver.
Oh my god, do I really have to fight?
She frowned, then silently retreated behind Vannie, a piece of dark dragon scale appearing in her hand.
She had found this on her pillow a few days ago when she woke up in Shining Tower. From the magical aura on the dragon scale, it was clearly something her mother had left behind.
Dorothy had roughly studied this dragon scale for the past few days. Although the manufacturing principles and such were too complex to understand, she had figured out the general effect.
This was an automatic defense and counterattack amulet. If she suffered a fatal injury, this amulet would automatically defend and counterattack. The strength of the counterattack would be determined by the attack's strength, a super amplified retaliation.
As for the output limit, judging by the terrifying magical fluctuations within this dragon scale, it should be roughly equivalent to an Apex Witch's full-power strike.
Tsk, should I say she's truly a mother? She directly gave her daughter a world-destroying nuclear bomb to play with. This made Dorothy feel anxious every day she wore this dragon scale amulet, always feeling like she was a Little Witch who could drop a mushroom cloud.
So, don't come any closer! If you do, a single shaky hand might just make this library disappear!
Looking at the elevator door that wouldn't close, Dorothy shouted in her heart.
However...
Although the door was stuck, it seemed there was no subsequent horror. After waiting for a while, Dorothy gathered her courage and stepped out from behind Vannie, who was still wondering what the Mistress was up to.
Of course, going directly to look through the door crack was impossible. Dorothy would never do such a suicidal act in her life. She casually cast two Ice Mirror spells and formed a periscope to peek outside through the door crack.
And then...
"Damn it, I knew it would be this. I'll poke!"
Looking at the pair of eyes with horizontal rectangular goat pupils reflected in the mirror, Dorothy stretched out her hand, which immediately transformed into a dragon claw, and launched a Double Dragon Seeking Pearl attack.
Immediately, a scream came from outside the door.
"Ah, my eyes!"
Dorothy: "..."
Oh, why isn't that a monster's roar? That voice sounds like a Witch sister...
Beside her, Vannie's face lit up with joy.
"Fan Ni, you're awake!"
Dorothy: "..."
Oh no, I'm doomed.
She looked down at the fresh blood on her claw tips and once again fell into self-isolation.
Although such minor injuries are nothing to a Witch, is it really okay to offend a big shot the moment she met her? Is there still hope for getting help later?
Waiting online, it's urgent.
Damn it, those terrifying eyes actually belonged to a person! Are you kidding me? What kind of evolution template does this big shot Witch have? How can it be so bizarre?
The Little Witch looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought...
Hmm, tomorrow is story time again. Better secure my perfect attendance early.