It's weird to apply for Witch Academy as a boy

"I didn't see her, but I'm still curious, if there was no script interference, how would No. 14 turn the tables?"

"You don't know, right? The conversion rate of the Fireball spell book. Yang Yuehan has already destroyed a spell book in her previous experiment. For her, she can sacrifice another spell book. It doesn't have to be too high. As long as the conversion rate reaches 10%, she can break the transformation."

"Isn't that overestimating it? Thinking of solving it with one strike?"

"Yang Yuehan is the first innate clairvoyant, with clairvoyance at the level of the Floating World. It's terrifying just to think about it. Didn't the previous Fire Lord die with just one blow?"

"seems like it."

"Hey? Lina, what are you doing?"

The witches saw that Lina seemed to have thought of something, and immediately stood up and went to the arena.

"Your words just now reminded me that Yang Yuehan's spiritual vision level is floating world. This time when she collides with the seed of luck, I'm afraid she might touch upon the information of the world script theory. I'll prepare a confidentiality agreement. This kind of information cannot be spread in the main world."

"Indeed, I almost didn't expect this possibility."

And this moment.

I looked at Tan Han opposite me. Tan Han was so strange at this time and didn't even say a word to me.

It was as if those huge golden eyes were locked onto me, and there was nothing I could do.

"You're cheating, right? Tan Han, then I'm going to fight to the death!"

But Tan Han didn't respond to me.

In this case, I placed my hand on my chest and a ball of light emerged. Since I am ready to sacrifice this spellbook, I will let it unfold outside my body.

With the mental power dismantled, the protective layer on the outside of the spell book is completely useless. Once the outer layer of protection is removed, the internal structure will be unfolded without reservation.

This spell book can only be used once in a lifetime, but I am using it at this moment. I have never been so crazy in the laboratory.

Just as I was making magical modifications to the unfolded spellbook, I felt myself suddenly lose consciousness at that moment.

Everything seemed to transition smoothly, and my consciousness became clear again.

There was silence around me. There was no snowstorm, no arena, and no audience around.

There was only nothingness, and... a golden light in the distance.

"Tan Han...?"

I looked tentatively at the figure in the golden light.

"Um...Xiao Han...where is this place?"

"Ah? Didn't you do all this? You ask me?"

"Me?" At this moment, Tan Han was also extremely confused.

She only remembered that she placed the seed of talent into the spell book, and then everything went unconscious. When she woke up again, she was here.

Chapter 155 This strike killed the entire freshman competition

After replying to Tan Han, I quickly calmed down.

I know exactly what I should do now.

At this moment, I should be using my fireball spellbook to blast Tan Han to pieces on the field.

Instead of meeting Tan Han alone in this unknown place.

So, I should leave here first.

If nothing unexpected happens, this place should be similar to the dream space before, or the consciousness space?

Anyway, it’s not reality.

My spiritual vision can tell me very clearly that this place is completely empty. I have never seen such clear feedback when my spiritual vision is turned on. It is as if there is nothing else here except me, and all I can see is nothingness.

Of course, this also excludes Tan Han in front of him. At this moment, Tan Han is wrapped in a very bright golden color, just like the first ray of light born in a meaningless nothingness.

The golden energy gathered into threads, which weaved a cage and wrapped around Tan Han.

Everything looked like a huge loom, with silk threads entwined around Tan Han, moving her limbs, repeating little by little, as if she was the weaver of the loom, weaving her own destiny.

The woven cloth floats in the past, and what is written on it is her past glory.

And she is constantly weaving the future. It all seems so natural and sacred, but I feel her sadness.

It's like a puppet whose fate is controlled by others.

At this moment, I seem to have this kind of enlightenment in my heart...

"I understand...Spirit Eyes, this is its true function! To see through fate and weave fate! And that golden power is the raw material for condensing the thread of fate!"

At this moment, Tan Han suddenly expressed her understanding in ecstasy, as if I were air and didn't exist.

"Are you crazy?" I still tried to persuade him. What do you mean by seeing through fate and weaving fate?

How could such illusory things be held in the hands of a person?

"I forgot... Xiaohan, you are here too, but I want to thank you too, really... Although I don't know why the complete liberation of my talent would involve you..."

"Huh? You call this situation the liberation of talent?"

"Maybe, I don't know, but I found that I can weave my own destiny with my own hands, looking at my past... one by one..."

Tan Han's hand gently stroked the past woven with golden silk threads, and she knew every node by heart.

Something is wrong, so wrong.

"Hmm...she's really gone crazy." At this moment, Tan Han felt completely different from the rich lady I knew.

Maybe this is her true nature, or maybe her personality has been affected for some reason, but I still appreciate her more than before.

When facing unknown things, we should first remain skeptical, rather than conforming to our preconceived notions, which is the only solution we will take when we are unable to confirm the situation.

It is like a blind man touching an elephant. It is undoubtedly foolish to draw conclusions without seeing the whole picture.

Tan Han believed that it was a means of weaving one's own destiny and a talent to control one's own fate.

But from my perspective, I just feel that she is a poor, manipulated doll. She is not the one who controls her destiny, but the one who is manipulated by destiny.

Oh...really, I was almost influenced by Tan Han. Even I almost accepted that the golden power was destiny. How could destiny be something that can be seen and touched?

If it really exists, then it is more likely just a bad thing playing tricks on people.

But I found that although I had a "physical body" at the moment, I had no source of magic power and no spell book.

It’s as if the only concept of myself now is “myself”, and everything else doesn’t exist.

Except...the thread of mental power.

Phew~ Fortunately, I have some power that I can use. I wonder if my mental strength can help me at this moment.

My spiritual vision looked at the loom. Since it existed and I observed it in this form, what kind of feedback would the spiritual vision give me?

Even if I can't understand the feedback information, what about the basic means of destruction?

I walked closer to Tan Han step by step, towards the huge loom.

But I didn't see anything...

"Xiao Han, what are you doing?"

"I can see the malice in your eyes. Any action you take will be woven into my hands."

"You want to destroy it?"

"Haha... You! Can't do that!"

Tan Han seemed to see through everything and began to advise me, her tone full of confidence and determination.

"How do you know if you don't try? It's just like what I said when the competition started. How do you know you can't do it if you don't try!" I retorted.

Then, I changed from walking to running, and quickly approached Tan Han. I felt so light at this moment, until the distance between me and Tan Han gradually narrowed, but this distance was only fleeting.

"On the court? Haha, if you hadn't said it, I would have forgotten. I will win this game in the end." When Tan Han said this, even a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

As she wove the final thread in, it was as if she felt the finality being sealed.

But the process... was a blur. It was not until this moment that she realized that there were still so many threads in her hands that had not been woven in. But the ending was obviously already determined, so how could there be so many more threads?

This is what Tan Han is curious about at the moment.

As she was wondering, the silk thread in her hand escaped from her control and flew forward rapidly.

"So... it's to help me limit the destabilizing factors."

Tan Han looked at the silk threads wrapped around my body. I was so close to Tan Han, but in the end I was tripped by these things and couldn't move.

Being entangled with so many silk threads makes me look very embarrassed.

"Tan Han! I suggest you find a mirror and see how disgusting your self-righteous appearance is."

I looked at my hand and almost touched the machine. It was such a pity.

Although even I don't know what the significance of encountering it is.

But that feeling of enlightenment drove me to touch it, as if a clairvoyant vision would tell me that it held a huge secret.

"Really? But you look so miserable, it's really unbearable to watch."

"hehe…"

The only thing I responded to Tan Han was a sneer. At this moment, I really wanted to slap her in the face to wake her up!

But in my moments of struggle, I found myself reaching for this loom.

For a moment, I was stunned.

It’s not that I didn’t react, but the opportunity I touched made me feel overwhelmed by a huge torrent of information in an instant!

At this moment, I finally understood that everything here is nothing, including the distance. The feedback of psychic information is also nothing, because psychic vision has no feedback channel.

It’s like there’s naturally no feedback on things that aren’t seen through clairvoyance.

Only when I came into contact with the only meaningful thing here did I have a channel for information feedback.

In other words, in this space, touch is the channel for spiritual vision to "see" and feedback information.

The nothingness here has even cut off the channels for information feedback.

That is why the spiritual vision can give rise to ideas that touch me, because my current "seeing" is meaningless, it is what I think is "seeing" in nothingness.

It is equivalent to that I can't see anything with my eyes closed, but I know in a miraculous way that there is something in front of me, and my eyes urge me to open my eyes.

For this form of "opening your eyes", it is equivalent to touching the other person here.

At this moment, my brain seemed to be going crazy. The helplessness of being filled with such a huge amount of information reminded me of the time when I did not fully control my clairvoyance.

All that information came at once, like a reservoir being released, bursting out all at once.

The sporadic splashes of water are unfamiliar scenes.

This feeling made me feel like a long time had passed, but in fact it was just a moment.

When the messages finally ended, I only remembered one scene: ...Tan Han...wins...

At this moment, I found that those golden threads were no longer stumbling blocks to me. They floated nimbly on my shoulders, and I even felt that my mental threads could manipulate them at will.

"Yang Yuehan...you..."

Before Tan Han finished speaking, I raised my head and stared at her, which made her feel cold and creepy.

"Snapped--!"

Then a crisp sound echoed here, and the slap landed directly on Tan Han's face.

But it all happened so fast that I didn't even have time to appreciate Tan Han's shocked expression. I felt a sense of weightlessness as if I had lost track of time.

When I could see clearly again, the coldness from the blizzard gave me a sudden chill.

came back?

This was my first reaction.

I didn't expect that after giving Tan Han a big bag, he would come back? This efficiency is really high.

But I quickly realized that my situation was not very good, but on the other hand, looking at Tan Han's huge body transformed from ancient ice.

But the huge eyes that shocked me at that time have disappeared.