Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School?

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In ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the dense forest, obscured by tree trunks, I quickly caught a glimpse of a figure, which swiftly disappeared into the woods again.

"Dynamic ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍visual acuity is so good... is this Elf vision?"

I ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍subconsciously sighed with emotion, then pulled out the arrow nailed to the tree beside me.

I ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍found that recently I seem to have a thing with arrows.

The ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍previous Fallen Elf, Ming Xueming shooting an arrow in the Ice Throne Secret Realm, and now here as well.

The other party ran away, not knowing whether they were retreating or waiting for the next opportunity to sneak attack.

Taking advantage of this interval, I noticed that I was currently standing on a side branch of a tree.

Even a side branch was very thick, enough for an adult Elf to stand on.

Although it was also related to the light weight of Elves.

Then there was the vine bow I was carrying, and a woven quiver.

There weren't many arrows, just three or four, and judging from the marks on the arrows, they had been reused multiple times.

"Again?"

Just as I put this arrow into my quiver, another arrow flew over.

To ensure the arrow wouldn't be wasted, the angle of the shot wasn't upward, and even the target was carefully considered to ensure that even if it missed, it would hit a tree not far away.

After the second arrow was shot, I had already deduced quite a bit of information.

From the game introduction, the Elf on the opposite side most likely belonged to an Elf tribe with insufficient resources or manpower; otherwise, there was no need to be so... frugal when facing an enemy.

"The game restrictions are still too great."

I frowned and analyzed.

The current character was even less useful to me than an avatar, as if separated by a restriction.

Although for a game, the degree of freedom was already maxed out, for me, the framework of character gaming restricted me too much.

At this moment, I lost the attacker's position again.

If I had Mental Power, if my Five Senses Body Cultivation power could be transmitted to the character, if I could interfere with Transcendent power for basic reconnaissance, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

But if I don't have it, I don't have it, let alone that the one operating the character is an avatar!

Time to test real skills!

At this moment, my mind recalled past battles and the consciousness of those duels—crush... crush... and still crush.

Fighting and winning is essentially a process of crushing.

When you have nothing that can crush your opponent, there is no possibility of winning.

When you defeat an opponent with absolute disadvantage and try to use this method to refute this statement, perhaps at the moment of your victory, you will understand what exactly crushed your opponent.

Maybe it was caution, maybe calculation, maybe anticipation, or maybe even luck.

When the combat experience of my numerous avatars acting as gatekeepers in the arena, as well as the lessons from failures, replayed in my mind, a uniquely shaped dagger had already probed from my rear flank.

No magnificent spells, no Transcendent power, not even physical arts.

Pure combat skills combined with an exceptionally flexible body, under the body's instinctive reaction, quickly grabbed the hand holding the dagger and disarmed it.

When the opponent realized they were no match, there was completely no way back.

A knee strike sent her flying completely.

The Elf, with no leverage point in the air, could only struggle and fall from above.

And I followed closely behind.

When exerting force, my light body quickly tapped the ground, landing at almost the same time as the helplessly falling Elf.

"Stop struggling."

I held the disarmed dagger against her throat.

Her shocked gaze still held some lingering fear.

And I also noticed that what I said was translated into a language I had never learned before.

This should be the language of the Verdant Forest Elf tribe.

"Pah! You damn outsiders! Occupying the bodies of our kin! You even want to capture our kin to satisfy your lowly, filthy, dirty desires! Using our Elf bodies...!"

"......"

I listened to the other party's words translated into the game world language I could understand.

For a moment, I didn't know if it was a translation issue or an Elf language issue.

Even under the threat of death, the language spoken didn't even need censoring.

"Finished scolding? I have no malicious intent. Can we communicate?"

I asked.

I could naturally guess why the other party hated me so much.

Her words already indicated she recognized my identity as a player.

As for how she guessed, maybe it was some detection instrument, or simply my behavior betrayed me when I first arrived.

But I lean more towards the latter.

After all, the former detection of players couldn't even be done in the Main World.

Of course, assuming Transcendent power doesn't intervene.

"You! You... how can you say such things! No malicious intent... if you have no malicious intent, give me back my teammate! El is dead! You are not El! You are not... mn ah..."

Before she finished speaking, she was hit heavily on the back of her neck by me.

"Pain... hiss..."

"You need to calm down."

I said.

I wasn't surprised that one hit didn't knock the other party out.

I know how to kill, but knocking someone out without killing them is somewhat difficult.

It's normal for different races to have differences.

Adding a few more hits was enough.

Looking at the fainted Elf, a trace of confusion appeared in my eyes.

Then what to do?

This game has absolutely no guidance, but other players are long used to this situation and call it immersion, freedom, and realism.

After pondering for a while, I planned to find something to tie this Elf up.

Although, not to sell this Elf, but to prevent escape, suicide, or self-harm.

I still wanted to understand the situation of this world through this method and reach cooperation with the Elves of this world.

After all, I am just a player now, insulated from autonomously controlled Transcendent power, completely unable to draw summoning runes associated with my main body.

So I need to borrow the power of Elves.

Elves themselves are a race with an affinity for Transcendent power.

Although they are not a Transcendent race starting with Transcendent power, receiving blessings of extraordinary power during growth is certain.

Moreover, looking at this Elf, she seems to be a branch race under the large racial system of Forest Elves.

I'm not clear what specific Elf she is, but calling her a Forest Elf shouldn't be wrong.

After searching for a while, I didn't find any rope for binding, so I finally had to tear down vines hanging on trees in the forest as a substitute.

Although it is a plant, its toughness is excellent.

To prevent accidents, I tied her many times, so her hands behind her back and her feet were tied like a dumpling by me.

After doing all this, I leaned against a big tree to rest.

After all, this body wasn't my original body; it tired somewhat quickly, and the feedback was very realistic.

Having time to relax, I also began to explore various functions of this game.

I found that this game also has an appraisal function, but the appraisal information is very little, seemingly still functional recognition kind of appraisal.

For example, the bow on my back only has a name, and the rest is Combat Power Score, plus some dispensable remarks.

Roughly like this:

[Weapon: Hard Vine Bow]

[Combat Power Score: 5]

[Remarks: Initial equipment for Elves. Any thermal weapon can cover its Combat Power. Equipment not recommended]

Indeed, the remarks are more than the attribute information.

From the remarks, one can see the Game World's disdain for this kind of weapon.

Maybe this is the sorrow belonging to Elves?

The reason this world hasn't been completely ruled yet is most likely to harvest Soul-substance through population squeeze.

Letting corresponding Combat Power enter the corresponding level of the world, so the world I randomly drew is most likely not a coincidence.

I vaguely remember there seemed to be a Combat Power limit to enter this game; exceeding it meant no entry.

Otherwise, uncontrolled ordinary players would kill all the Elves in this world before long.

In a sense, the Game World has quite some experience in "sustainable development".

However... for a brand new world, I still have ample patience.

No matter how the Elves offend me, it's just a small matter, not enough for me to say to these Elves right away: refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.

After waiting for some time, I finally became familiar with this world, this character, and this identity I was playing.

El, the name this Elf called "me" just now, which is the original owner's name.

Unfortunately, the character cannot inherit the original owner's memories.

After all, the moment one becomes a player, this body no longer belongs to this life individual on the Soul-substance level; it becomes the medium for the player to take over this body.

Even general resurrection spells cannot resurrect it.

Or rather, conventional resurrection spells are ineffective; it requires the reshaping of life essence.

Reshaping Soul-substance... even the Metamorphic Spell of Reincarnation is a bit difficult.

Although not impossible, reshaping is super troublesome.

Might as well let me reshape into a soul life through Soul Depiction.

Elves' self-healing ability is much stronger than humans.

Although this Elf fainted, it was only temporary.

She has woken up now.

After realizing her situation, she immediately pretended to faint again.

She thought I didn't notice, but for me, this little action was too obvious.

After all, the weak one is just me as the game character, not me playing the game.

"Get up, I know you're awake. I won't kill you."

Such a familiar voice reached this Elf's ears, and a line of tears quietly flowed down.

After all, just not long ago, that kin, comrade, friend who was willing to communicate with her using this voice... was gone.

"Not kill me... then are you going to sell me, and then let me suffer humiliation and die slowly under your torture? Kill me now if you have the guts!"

"Do you know the concept of players? How do you call our group?"

I asked.

When asking, the words I spoke had no censored terms.

It seemed facing such a world, those Game Architects disdained to hide this information.

"Of course I know! You should be called demons!"

"I have seen demons. Demons' methods are crueler than players, but speaking of disgusting, players are indeed no less than demons."

As I said these words, this Elf was confused again.

After all, the content I spoke was somewhat... not playing by the book?

But players seemed to be like this; the words coming out of their mouths were just so confusing to Elves.

"I am not a person from the Game World. I just borrowed their descent method to come to this world. I can save your world."

"This lie you tell, even a newborn Elf cub won't believe it!"

The Elf turned her head away, as if I told a joke, her tone full of disdain.

"Then you should also be able to see where I am different from other players, right? At least I didn't kill you, did I?"

"Maybe you are brewing a bigger conspiracy!"

"Then how about you take me to your tribe? Arriving at your home ground, you should be able to witness my sincerity, right?"

I continued to ask.

"Hmph! Exposed your purpose... you just want to pry into our tribe's location. Give up! I am prepared to sacrifice myself; all you will get in the end is a corpse!"

"I am not like those Elves who give up their nobility and dignity just to survive!"

Listening to her words, I suddenly realized some of my previous thoughts were a bit naive.

The trust between the two seemed even more shattered than I expected.

And I indeed had no means of proof for a while.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

I had no questions to ask, and the other party didn't want to talk to me.

"The strength of the Game World far exceeds you Elves' imagination. It's not that they don't have the power to capture you all; they do, they just don't do it. All the evenly matched situations are false appearances created for continuous harvesting."

At this moment, I broke the silence first, speaking to myself.

Regardless of whether the Elf in front of me listened or not, anyway, her hands and feet were tied by me, and her weapon was disarmed by me.

She had to listen even if she didn't want to.

"The Game World, that is, these enemies invading you, they are invading not only your one world, but many worlds."

"But not every world is an existence they can afford to provoke. At this stage, this Game World provoked a powerful world, causing their own world to fall into a huge crisis, and I am one of the factors causing this crisis."

"I need to add trouble to this world, and disrupting the worlds they are invading is enough to give them a headache."

"I descended into this world for the first time through their means. Perhaps this method is not what you expected, but to reach your world, I can only use this method."

"Perhaps we are not enemies. If the person destined to be sacrificed dies just like this, but exchanges for hope for this world, then are you willing to continue guarding your stubbornness, watching the world gradually destroyed, or take the hope exchanged by your kin's sacrifice and fight back against these dirty players?"

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