Samimi, think quickly—think of what to do!
Alright!
Closing her eyes, meditating for a few minutes, she really did come up with a solution.
Because Samimi activated her writer’s mindset, analyzing each character’s personality and traits, swiftly finding a way to break the deadlock.
Her unique writer’s thinking method was also one of her weapons for surviving in this different world.
She had long written countless failed novels, created numerous character profiles, analyzed a massive amount of motives for crimes, and constructed various intricately connected, detailed stories.
After a few rounds of fighting, Samimi had already gained a rough understanding of the personalities of the enemy’s four-man team.
First, analyzing the “Child of Stone,” Jili De.
Though she had never met or spoken to him, his spells revealed his careless attitude.
This young leader of the Mountain School wasn’t very invested in this duel.
He was just dragged here to go through the motions, doing a favor, standing guard on the rocky city wall, then doing nothing.
So this Earth Mage’s unpredictability was minimal.
As long as she didn’t taunt him, he probably wouldn’t attack proactively; earth magic wasn’t good for offense anyway.
Next was the Wind School senior, the white-green-haired Sherry-William.
Her character design was like that of the former Niubao—basically a martial arts fanatic, or more precisely, magic fanatic.
She was single-minded in pursuing the enhancement of her magic’s strength and only interested in uniquely powerful mages. The rest were irrelevant to her.
So she probably didn’t care about winning or losing this duel either. She was here just to make an appearance and return the favor.
If not for encountering the White-haired Witch Bemore—a strange woman like that—she might not have even bothered showing her full power.
Thus, the way to deal with Sherry William was to immediately show weakness.
If they seemed weak enough, she’d lose interest in fighting them.
These two genius mage reinforcements didn’t care about the prestige of any magic academy and likely despised the rigid mage system just as much as they did.
Their unruly personalities were the kind of traits that actually made people capable of doing big things.
“You’re strong, but I’ve already seen through your personality flaws.” Samimi whispered, beginning to devise tactics.
Then there were the other two true antagonists—Red Lion and Orange Lion.
Orange Lion was the hardest to read—a classic cunning wolf in sheep’s clothing.
No one knew what she was really thinking, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
Even Samimi, a book transplanter, found it difficult to find an opening in her.
She was the first enemy Samimi had encountered who combined courage and intelligence.
Finally, only the last man was left.
The one who connected everything together—the source of all evil, the story’s starting point.
Red Lion, a common weak-witted villain with a painted-on mask, a ticking time bomb prone to exploding at the slightest trigger.
And he was the key to breaking the stalemate.
Because a brainless person was the easiest to manipulate.
But he wasn’t mentally ill, so his thinking and behavioral patterns could be easily predicted.
He was arrogant, craving credit, loved to show off, impulsive, hot-tempered, and would never be content to hide behind the rocky wall watching the fight.
Right now was the perfect chance to steal the spotlight and grab the credit.
He must be seething with jealousy toward Sherry William, hating how she had stolen all the attention, wishing he were the star in the center of the battlefield.
Naturally, she had no way to deal with the other three school leaders, but she had at least eleven ways to break this vice leader’s defense.
If Orange Lion had invited all three school leaders to confront her, she’d really be done for.
But she had made one huge oversight—bringing along her little pig-nosed brother, Gilded.
Gilded—Samimi hated him to no end; she knew exactly what kind of mentality Gilded people had.
“Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!” Samimi suddenly clutched her chest, dry heaving.
She collapsed onto the ground with a flop, cold sweat pouring down her face like washing water, her expression twisted in agony.
“Lady Mimi, what’s wrong?” Priestess Rebecca, shocked and pale, hurriedly crouched beside her to check on Samimi.
Rebecca frantically tried to heal her, but it was useless—Samimi had no external injuries.
Worse yet, the Wall of Thorns protecting them began to crumble.
Even the thorns wrapped around the orc nun’s body and the amplification effect disappeared.
“What?” Bemore’s mood-stabilizing amplification was gone as well.
She turned to look and immediately saw what was wrong with Samimi.
“Pantoth, her mana is completely depleted.” Bemore could only sigh helplessly.
“How could this happen? Is my Green Demon Art not working?” Rebecca asked anxiously.
“The power shield consumes too much mana. Every time the shield blocks an attack, it uses a large amount of mana to repair itself.
She’s maintaining two mana shields to protect us alone. Holding out this long is already impressive.” Bemore analyzed.
Niubao abandoned facing the enemy and hurried back to Samimi’s side in one swift step.
“A boring ending.” Sherry William frowned when she saw this, deflating like a punctured balloon.
The windstorm that had wrapped around her receded by seventy percent.
Sure enough, she had lost interest and didn’t finish them off—she wasn’t the type to deliver a final blow.
And all of this was part of Samimi’s plan.
Of course, her dry heaving, cold sweat, painful expressions, even her exhaustion—all were acting.
This was the Miworm’s two-birds-one-stone strategy.
Her first plan had succeeded stopping the furious Sherry William from attacking.
If the fight had continued, Niubao would have been blown away, and Bemore definitely wouldn’t have been her match.
Her second plan was…
“Hahaha! You should’ve just admitted defeat back then. Why make such a fuss and put yourself in this awkward spot? What’s the matter with you?”
Here it came! A very stereotypical villain’s line echoed from above.
It was Red Lion, his entire body blazing with fiery effects, stepping on flames as he slowly floated down from the rocky city wall.
But to clarify, this wasn’t magic flight.
He was simply releasing mana to float down; there was no nimble dodging or flying.
As expected…
Samimi knew Red Lion would never miss such a rare chance to show off.
He would definitely stick his head out of his shell.
Why did she know this?
Because she was an experienced show-off herself.
If she were given the chance, she wouldn’t be able to resist either.
This was called profiling putting herself in the criminal’s perspective and psychology to predict his actions.
“Scoundrel, give me two hit limits and I’ll forgive you. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
Red Lion perfectly embodied what it meant to be a shameless braggart who rides on others’ power.