I don't want to conquer witches anymore.

“Amber,” Duke said with a smile, “My name is Amber Cecil.”

Just then, the witch who was hosting the witch game finally finished her preparations and addressed the adventurers:

"Adventurers, we've kept you waiting."

“I am Ophelia, the Witch of Scales.”

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Empress's New Clothes! 4/10

"Adventurers, we've kept you waiting."

“I am Ophelia, the Witch of Scales.”

Duke looked slightly surprised.

The scale and difficulty of a witch game can actually be glimpsed from the level of the witch hosting it, because hosting a witch game and maintaining a game room connected to another dimension is not something just anyone can do. Generally speaking, witches who host more difficult or longer witch games are usually quite powerful.

For example, the one who hosted Candy Castle was the Radiant Witch Cecil, and the one who hosted the Crown-level Witch Game Cinderella was Eve, one of the top witches in the Floating City and the Wish-Granting Witch.

Ophelia, standing before them, was an extremely powerful and experienced witch. Although her combat prowess couldn't compare to the straightforward and brute Radiance Witch, and her unique spells weren't as important as Natasha's ability to open the Gate of Truth... there weren't many witches who could rival them in these two aspects.

Of course, it is also common for powerful witches to preside over simple witch games; the mere presence of a high-ranking witch does not prove anything.

But Duke became a little more serious and prepared to listen carefully to Ophelia's advice.

"Alright, everyone, good luck. Remember to come out early if you can't pass the level."

Ophelia yawned, shook her staff with a hint of disdain, and opened the door to the game room without giving the player any hints.

Duke: "?"

I've already built up all my emotions, and you're trying to pull this on me?

He initially thought this might be typical of the Witch of Balance, like the Thunder Witch's talkative nature; Ophelia was the type of organizer who skipped around. However, when Duke looked at the other adventurers, he realized that they had no complaints about the slacking-off Miss Ophelia, and even seemed relaxed, hoping to get started as soon as possible.

Duke's lips twitched slightly... It seems this is a relatively simple witch game.

He shook his head, then, with Little Black and the cat in tow, followed Tom into the open playroom.

……

As the dizziness from the spatial shift subsided like a receding tide, Duke squinted and surveyed his surroundings.

It was just nightfall outside, but here it was bright daytime. This change from day to night made his body feel a little uncomfortable, but the feeling of stepping on the mud under his feet gave the adventurers, who had always lived in the floating city, a sense of grounded security.

The little black dog in his arms realized that it had finally gotten rid of the crazy woman, so it jumped out of his arms and nimbly jumped onto his shoulder. It found a comfortable position to curl up, yawned cutely, and closed its eyes, as if it was going to stay there and take a nap.

Duke pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Tom beside him. Tom was an editor for the Floating City newspaper. The intelligence requirements for this profession were no different from those of an information broker, so he must be a very useful... cough, a trustworthy partner!

"Brother Tom, do you know what kind of witch game this is?"

"Hey, Amber, you came to participate in the game without knowing anything?" Tom blinked in surprise, then leaned in familiarly and introduced, "This is a very famous witch game. Strangers like us will be assigned appropriate identities and the story will begin after entering the game."

"Hmm? Interesting." Duke subtly took a step back, refusing to let this irritating jerk get any closer, while his gaze swept around. "So, our proper role this time is that of caravan members?"

"Probably."

The five adventurers were currently in a caravan preparing to depart, and their armor or leather armor had been replaced by magnificent silk garments, quite similar in style and material to those of the other caravan members. Soon, a man who appeared to be the caravan leader approached and warmly greeted Duke and the others:

"Brothers, we're almost at our destination."

As the caravan leader spoke, Duke suddenly recalled some memories related to the backstory, but these memories did not affect his self-awareness; it was as if he had watched a movie. The caravan leader's name was Rice, and the others were all members of the caravan. Their purpose was to travel to a distant country to sell the treasures they had brought to their emperor.

The background story is simple. Rice didn't tell them what the treasure was. Duke only knew that the distant land they were traveling to was a strange country... a country that placed great importance on clothing, sometimes even equating clothing with status. And as the most noble being in this country, their emperor even wore a completely new set of clothes every day.

Therefore, they, as ordinary merchants, wore these expensive silk clothes; otherwise, they would never have even seen the emperor.

Duke's eyes darted around, and he asked, "Brother Rice, can you tell us what exactly this treasure we're going to sell to His Majesty?"

He had assumed Rice wouldn't tell him, but to his surprise, Rice laughed heartily and said smugly, "Of course it's clothes. His Majesty values ​​clothes so much, how could the treasures we present be anything else?"

“Of course I know that the so-called treasure is a piece of clothing, but what kind of magnificent clothing is it?” Duke said with a smile. “What kind of clothing would be worthy of His Majesty?”

Rice waved his hand, then made a gesture as if he were holding something, and winked at Duke: "Of course it's the most beautiful clothes in the world. Look at this divine garment that only intelligent people can see. How suitable it is for Your Majesty!"

"So this is what a divine garment looks like." Duke was slightly taken aback, then clicked his tongue: "Beautiful, it's absolutely gorgeous."

So this witch game is actually "The Emperor's New Clothes"?

Duke immediately lost interest; he had absolutely no interest in seeing a man's naked body, whether handsome or ugly. He sighed and began to recall the classic fairy tale, intending to find the possible core of this world within the story to complete the game.

"Hehehe..." But at that moment, Duke heard Rice let out a laugh that only men could understand, and then continued, "Yes, only such beautiful clothes can be worthy of that incomparably beautiful Empress!"

"Holy crap, it's 'The Empress's New Clothes'... Indeed!"

Duke, who had shown no interest just moments before, suddenly brightened up and exclaimed in admiration:

"Rice, well done!"

Chapter 100: Exploding Clothes is a Good Civilization

Although choosing to enter this witch game was an accident, Duke quickly got into the swing of things. The reason was simple: he learned about the main storyline from Rice... cough! That was only one of the reasons, of course.

However, this was the first time since he turned over a new leaf that he hadn't entered the witch game with a witch. Without Amber and Cecil, Duke could finally let loose completely and do whatever he wanted without being stopped—although even with Amber and the others present, they couldn't stop him from being himself.

Secondly, under this premise where he could freely express himself, Duke also entered a witch game with a very Liu Bei-like setting, allowing him to indulge in all sorts of outrageous actions.

It's a deal, and double happiness is on our side.

Duke has already begun to speculate whether the future development will involve cognitive modification or hypnosis... Regardless of the setting, he can cite several works with the same title as "The Empress's New Clothes," and none of them are serious literary works.

For Duke, who is currently troubled by romantic entanglements, this witch's game might be a more relaxing environment than drinking.

The caravan's rest stop soon came to an end, and under Rice's command, the caravan resumed its journey to the Kingdom of Clothes. However, the three players who had stuck together among the five clearly had their own ideas.

Not long after the caravan resumed its journey, the three-person team secretly left the group and began operating independently. Duke and Tom, on the other hand, obediently remained with the caravan, preparing to follow the "main storyline."

This is "The Empress's New Clothes"! How can you miss such a main storyline?

But the deeper meaning behind Duke's choice was slightly different in Tom's eyes. Most witch game players did not know the importance of obediently following the plot. The free-spirited action-oriented type like that three-person team was the epitome of most players. For these players, getting them to obediently watch the plot and resist clicking skip was harder than heaven.

Tom was a cautious person and was unwilling to change the status quo unless something special happened. Duke, who made the same choice as him, was naturally somewhat similar to him in Tom's eyes, which made this flirtatious guy even more enthusiastic in trying to get close to Duke.

"Brother Amber, do you think we'll really be able to meet the Queen with the caravan after we enter the Kingdom of Clothes?"

As the editor of the floating city newspaper, Tom's intelligence-gathering ability was indeed comparable to that of an ordinary information broker. He had made thorough preparations for the witch game he was going to participate in. After Tom's patient explanation, Duke learned about all the information about the witch game up to this point.

The distant country they were about to travel to had a very comical name: "Clothes Country." As its name suggested, it was a country that placed great importance on clothing, and "clothes" were a key element of this witch's game.

In this witch's game, any damage inflicted on humans is nullified; instead, attacks are entirely absorbed by clothing. Therefore, the ultimate goal of fighting in the Clothing Kingdom is to tear off the opponent's clothes, and once their clothes are torn off, the citizens of the Clothing Kingdom will naturally submit to the enemy.

Therefore, the adventurers believed that as long as they fought their way through the Kingdom of Clothes to the Queen and publicly ripped off her clothes, they could clear the game.

Um... never mind how they came to this conclusion. For LSPs, stripping the incredibly beautiful queen naked is obviously more important than whether this method can beat the game.

After entering the witch game, each player was given a beautiful outfit by the alternate dimension. This outfit was the player's "life" in the witch game. Once the outfit was lost, the player would be eliminated and leave the witch game.

It can be said that this witch game is completely safe and even highly entertaining, attracting several groups of male adventurers to enter the game one after another. So, not long after it started, the Floating City newspaper sent Tom to investigate and prepare to write a popular report about it.

So far, five groups of adventurers have entered this witch's game, but none of them have successfully completed the game. They haven't even seen the face of Her Majesty the Queen of the Clothing Kingdom.

"The more I listen, the more it sounds like some cheap adult game or pornographic novel setting." Duke curled his lip before answering Tom's question: "Maybe, but even if you see it, it doesn't mean you can beat the game."

Tom nodded seriously: "Indeed."

The idea that the "clothing-ripping queen" could beat the game was just wishful thinking on the part of players; there was no evidence to support it.

"However, the key to passing this witch's game is indeed inextricably linked to clothing."

Duke clicked his tongue, holding a thick book in his hands. Tom asked curiously, "Amber, what are you looking at?"

"Oh, a game guide."

"Hey, you're kidding again." Tom chuckled dismissively. "What game guides can you refer to for a witch game? Let alone a game that's only been around a few times, there's not much experience from predecessors to draw upon."

“You’re right.” Duke smiled as he flipped through the Book of Truth. “There’s no such thing as a walkthrough for a witch’s game.”

True scriptures shouldn't be considered game guides; they should be considered cheat codes.

Its skill, "Truth," has a cooldown time of a full 666 hours, which translates to just under 28 days. Only a little over a week has passed since the last Crown-level Witch Game ended, and the Truth Tome's skill is currently on cooldown. However, even in its cooldown state, the Truth Tome is not entirely useless. It contains a vast sea of ​​"truths" without a fixed order or page numbers; each time it is turned, the content is different.

But if you browse through it in your spare time, you'll always find some unexpected new knowledge. If you're lucky, it might even be useful information, like...

"Perhaps Her Majesty the Queen of the Clothing Kingdom has a younger sister who was lost among the common people many years ago?"

Duke looked at the message recorded in the Book of Truth with great interest and casually read it aloud to Tom.

"Huh?" Tom asked, puzzled. "Really? How did you know?"

"I was just kidding." Duke shrugged, put away the Book of Truth in his hand, and looked ahead at the caravan. They were about to reach the checkpoint of the Clothing Kingdom. "Are we about to enter the Clothing Kingdom?"

But just then, Duke and the others heard a delicate shout coming from the direction of the distant checkpoint:

"Get out of the way!"

Then the sounds of a noisy battle rang out again, and soon Duke saw several muscular, naked men being sent flying like characters from a comic book.

"what happened?"

Duke's curiosity was piqued, and he jumped out of the caravan's wagon and hurried toward the checkpoint. He then saw a large number of border soldiers who had been stripped naked and the culprit who had defeated them—a petite girl dressed in strange clothes.

She put her hands on her hips, looked into the distance, and said with a serious expression:

"No one can stop me from stripping the Queen naked!"

Chapter 101 Whoever Wins, We'll Help Them

"No one can stop me from stripping the Queen naked!"

The petite girl with her hands on her hips looked quite young, so both her tone and body language gave Duke an air of fearlessness, as if she had never been through the harsh realities of life.

But compared to her somewhat arrogant confidence, what's more eye-catching is naturally the clothes the girl is wearing.

The girl's clothes seemed very strange to Tom and the others, but to Duke, they looked familiar and endearing.

Simply put... she was wearing a simple blue and white cropped sailor uniform.

The blue, large lapel design on the upper body, paired with an exquisite bow tie, highlights the meticulous attention to materials and craftsmanship. However, the white fabric abruptly ends, revealing the girl's flat yet alluring midriff. The pleated mini-skirt she wears only covers most of her thighs, exposing a glimpse of her private area, with large expanses of fair skin exposed to the air, conveying the girl's youthful vitality.

Since his transmigration, this is the first time Duke has seen such a high degree of accuracy in recreating JK sailor uniforms. After all, the main world where the floating city is located is a world of swords and magic, and there are no geniuses yet who could think of transforming the uniforms of seafarers into school uniforms that showcase the youth of girls.

The appearance of this girl in a sailor uniform not only caught Duke's eye, but also made him feel a sense of nostalgia.