Chapter 54 : Chapter 54

Chapter 54 : Back to the Dorm

By the time I saw Quan Xiuzhu off, it was already late.

Helping someone proactively was exhausting, but I got plenty of fun out of it.

In the end, she didn’t let me walk her to her dorm.

I’d wanted to see if she had roommates.

My big villa was empty, and honestly, it felt a bit lonely.

But I did note her address: 18, District 22.

If I had nowhere to go, I figured I could visit her.

Though, she didn’t seem like the type to go out and have fun.

Then again, neither was I.

I just wanted to make changes in my new environment like going out alone to unfamiliar places or making a new friend.

Sometimes, you have to face what you dislike, or you’ll just stay trapped in your own little world.

Speaking of friends, Quan Xiuzhu didn’t quite count.

Maybe a quasi-friend?

I had my own vague definition of friendship probably just going with the flow.

My relationship with Quan Xiuzhu was… more like watching the fun?

Maybe with time, we’d become proper friends.

But that was for later.

At the end of the day, I felt a bit regretful.

Though Bai Yu helped me bind my student card, I didn’t know how to help someone else do it, so I just told Quan Xiuzhu not to lose hers.

As for her talent awakening.

Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed different afterward. I couldn’t pinpoint how.

It was probably an embarrassing talent, since she didn’t want to bring it up.

Or maybe it was some overpowered ability?

Either way, it was definitely more useful than my unparsed supernatural knowledge.

Back at my dorm, it was empty as expected.

I really hoped my roommate would be like Quan Xiuzhu, brought back by a kind senior sister, giving me a surprise.

I didn’t care if they were a boy or girl, just someone to talk to, even if they were quiet like Quan Xiuzhu.

Living alone in this huge villa was so empty.

Back in the villa, Little Workhorse didn’t come swaying over to greet me.

Not surprising.

I’d told it not to waste magic power.

I kind of regretted that now.

But thinking of the 300-plus magic power left, unsure how long it’d last, I pushed the thought aside.

Instead of charging Little Workhorse, I’d rather charge my phone.

Bai Yu’s one-time charge had lasted this long and was pretty durable.

Sadly, my mental strength wasn’t enough to freely manipulate magic power yet.

Thanks to meditation, I could sense my mental strength, but not enough to touch supernatural energy.

To freely wield supernatural power, I’d probably need the witch-specific meditation method that senior sister mentioned.

I was really curious what was the difference between the witch meditation method and the meditation theories taught in regular schools?

Probably a big one.

Supernatural power was its own thing, and mental strength was likely the key link.

The meditation method had to be crucial.

In the outside world, monopolizing meditation methods could cut off everyone’s access to the supernatural.

Thankfully, I was in a supernatural academy.

Could I access supernatural knowledge early?

Probably.

Tomorrow, I’d ask the senior sisters at the bakery.

They’d probably be happy to answer.

And hadn’t I already touched the supernatural?

I had the Cleaning Spell!

Though it wasn’t the kind of supernatural I’d hoped for.

It was like holding a finished firearm.

The spell in my spell slot was just a tool.

The senior sister was right, it was something I wielded, but it didn’t mean I’d touched the true supernatural world.

I wanted to learn the principles, to experience the wonder, even if it was dull or boring.

At least I’d have pursued it, not just been a dumb spell casting turret.

Lowering my expectations, being a high-damage spell turret wasn’t bad either.

But that required terrifying spells.

A nobody like me, with no background or money, how could I get those?

A small fry like me was thrilled just to get a Cleaning Spell.

Were there any freshmen as easily satisfied as me?

I still didn’t know why the academy picked me for Witch Academy.

But thinking that way wasn’t right.

I was someone academies fought over.

Didn’t that Imp Academy guy have his eyes on me?

That meant I was competitive.

I was called an “innate Spirit Vision user,” a fancy title.

I shouldn’t be so self-deprecating.

I needed to show some transmigrator pride.

Without a transmigrator’s cheat system, if my mindset sucked too, nothing could help me.

I was so jealous of those who got systems right after transmigrating, dominating everything from the start.

I wasn’t that obsessed with power, but I couldn’t help envying them.

And me?

I had an academy-issued phone and some personal info formed from Earth Vein Information that I barely understood.

Half a book system, maybe?

While charging my phone, I opened my data profile.

[Name: Yang Yuehan]

[Gender: Female (Witch)]

[Race: Human (Preparatory Witch)]

[Talent: Spirit Vision (Floating World), Unparsed Supernatural Knowledge]

[Status: Witch Academy 1145th Batch Freshman]

[Magic Power Source: 1/1]

[Physical Data: (Click to view)]

[Spell Slot: Cleaning Spell]

[Skills: Theoretical Meditation, Basic Main World Common Language, Basic Spell Theory, Basic Elemental Theory…]

[Task: Red Velvet Bakery Part-Time Employee · Check-In (Ongoing)]

Compared to before, there was now a spell slot.

I couldn’t usually feel it, only seeing it in the profile.

But the task update surprised me.

This profile doubled as a memo?

Even my part-time job was listed as a task.

Pretty convenient.