Otaku Witch-Chapter 348 314. The Princess of the Wild Hunt

"Ah, that felt great. Spell slots are fine, but they're ultimately restrictive. It's this kind of limitless Magic Power that's truly wonderful."

Within the body of the Phantom King, Dorothy's will expressed such sentiment.

Her phantoms were actually just puppets made of Magic Power aggregates constructed through formations, fundamentally similar to elemental creatures, composed entirely of Magic Power.

Therefore, she naturally no longer lacked Magic Power, and there weren't any limitations like when she had to borrow mana from senior Fanny, one could say she was truly free.

Of course, Dorothy was not planning to bully others; she set the Phantom King's Magic Power at 200,000 mana, which was not a lot but not too little either, just about the same level as the little witch Alice.

The strength wasn't a lot, but it was enough.

It's just a pity that such freedom was limited to the gaming area, which was genuinely regrettable. At that moment, Dorothy wished she could have a training ground that allowed for such customization at home, but her wallet did not agree.

A training ground of the highest standards like this could only be afforded by top-tier Lords or government units like the Judgment Court. An average minor Lord might go bankrupt and accumulate a hundred years of debt just building one, let alone someone like Dorothy, who didn't even have a territory yet as a reserve Lord.

She couldn't even afford the resources needed to start a training ground, let alone build a top-tier one.

In any case, now was the time to enjoy the privileges while she could; as for the rest, she could dream about it some other time.

No need for spell slots or borrowing Magic Power, today's Phantom King was Dorothy...

Well, okay, limited to only two thought processes, and talents like Dragon's Breath and Dragon's Body which required a physical form to activate; this energy form was no avatar like the Fairy King's Martial Soul, so it couldn't contain the dragon's power.

It seemed complete, but not quite so.

However, that didn't stop her from being tremendously excited; this was the strongest she had ever been in her life.

What about beating ten? She wouldn't panic even if the thirty best newcomers left were to gang up on her, she even thought they were too weak, planning to first hand out some rewards to them, manually help them cheat, and then crush them thoroughly.

Emmm... although, judging from the outcome, she'd probably get ganged up on in the end—after all, two fists can't beat four hands, and no matter how strong she was, she couldn't really withstand the continuous assault from over thirty people, especially since they were all genius witches of the younger generation, not some common weaklings.

Unless she had an infinite mana bar.

But no big deal, it's great to be ambitious. The Phantom King, acting as the final boss for the assessment, was meant to be defeated by the players. If truly invincible, it would have no value as an assessment.

It's not about the result but the process. As long as she could demonstrate spirit, style, and instill a psychological shadow on these young witches—ahem... I mean to imprint this lesson deeply into their hearts, then Dorothy had achieved her goal.

"Next candidate."

Watching the overly excited Miss Ghost Mask leave, trembling all over, walking unsteadily as if controlled by a remote, the Phantom King calmly spoke.

After personally experimenting with the principles of spell slots, creating one by hand was not a difficult task for her.

However, the one she created by hand was ultimately a counterfeit and not as powerful as the original, since she didn't have enough Magic Power to give away for free.

The homemade spell slot she gave to Miss Ghost Mask was, to put it plainly, just like playing a recording. Once someone chose to use this spell slot, it would guide them in casting spells. If you couldn't keep up with the guidance, the recording could take over the spellcasting.

The Magic Power spent in casting the spell was borne by the caster themselves, and since it was just a recording for guidance, it couldn't be as detailed as a real spell slot; at best, one could only adjust the playback speed.

Rather than calling it a spell slot, it was more like an auxiliary teaching program.

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Despite having various shortcomings, this reward remained precious. After all, it was practically equivalent to getting the Witch of the Forest's combat magic for free, along with a complete set of private tutoring from basic level to saint level—an incredibly lucrative deal for the newcomers.

After all, if Dorothy were to announce on the Magic Network that the Witch of the Forest was taking on private tutoring, that spot would be auctioned off for a sky-high price within minutes.

In any case, to recruit people for her mother's faction, Dorothy had nearly lost her shirt this time.

Meanwhile, the others, who had been somewhat skeptical about the Phantom King's words, stared at the freshly unearthed Swordscar Canyon. After a moment of stunned silence, they all began rushing towards the peak.

After all, those who become Grand Inquisitors are usually established Great Witches or even Peak Witches. Receiving guidance from such revered predecessors is an enormous opportunity, so rushing headlong was the only sensible thing to do.

The second to seek her out was Alice. To this sadly pitiable sister, Dorothy personally crafted a Nine-Ring Necromancy spell—an imitation of their stepmother's "River of Last Words" called "Tide of the Undead." It granted the little witch a certain level of power and familiarity with the spell, making it easier for her to eventually master the true "River of Last Words" Talent.

After sending off this nosy sister, the real prey finally took the bait.

The third to approach was the Frost Snow Lady, ranked fourth.

At first glance, she could rival Sophia, also clad in pure white. Even with a simple ice bear mask covering her face, her snow-like white hair and skin were quite distinctive—it was clear she was a Wild Hunt Witch.

This was a rare race that lived in extremely cold regions, seldom seen outside. Given her special recruit status, Dorothy could vaguely guess her identity.

After all, among the current Duel Stars, there was only one known Wild Hunt Witch—Sharon Astdice.

Tsk, Wild Hunt Witches are as proud as the rumors suggest, hiding their identity in such a perfunctory way.

Although rarely seen and small in numbers, the Wild Hunt Witches were anything but vulnerable. In fact, they were intimidatingly powerful. This race was an even more extreme true warrior race compared to the Dragon Witches—all members were Armed Witches who went directly to the battlefield once they came of age.

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The Wild Hunt Legion, made up entirely of Wild Hunt Witches, ranked highly in the Witch World as a top-tier Battle Group, known for their fearsome combat prowess. Legend has it that when this army, always accompanied by ice and snow, arrives in a world, the only fate awaiting that world is annihilation amidst endless cold.

All Wild Hunt Witches were born warriors and never shied away from any challenge, which was evident from Frost Snow Lady's cursory attempt to disguise herself—she clearly wasn't afraid of others causing trouble for her.

Of course, it's likely no one would dare trouble her, considering she was the princess of the Wild Hunt Witches, designated as the next Lord of the Wild Hunt. Whoever sought to provoke her was asking for a door-kicking visit from the Wild Hunt Army.

Now, as this Wild Hunt Princess stood before the Phantom King, Dorothy could only feel a wave of cold air hitting her.

This girl was truly cold.

And tall.

As Dorothy looked up at the Frost Snow Lady, who was nearly two meters tall, she felt relieved that she had the foresight to stand on a lamppost—if not, she might have had to crane her neck to look up at her, which would have been a blow to her dignity.

Tsk, are all pureblood witches from warrior races this tall?

The half-witch wondered to herself, her transformation to full-blooded witch yet incomplete.

"Speak your wish, Miscellaneous Cultivation," said the Phantom King, proudly standing atop the lamppost, bathed in golden light.

Heh, you act proud, I act proud—who's afraid of whom?

...the Fairy King is courting disaster in his true nature...