Chu Yin put away the teasing thoughts in his heart, as well as the sense of familiarity brought on by the witch’s appearance, because this witch was currently using a penetrating gaze to scrutinize him.
If Chu Yin reacted too abnormally, he feared he wouldn’t be able to explain himself.
Since he had already appeared in this dream, he might as well go along with the trajectory of his life within it—whether he lived or died was another matter entirely.
He wanted to see how far he could go in this dream under the threat of damnation.
“Should’ve died long ago? Why do you say that?”
The witch asked coldly, her beautiful purple crystal-like eyes betraying no emotion, as if she weren’t conversing with a living person at all, but rather speaking to a talking object.
“I was abandoned at birth…”
Chu Yin slowly recounted his “glorious” resume, and by the end, his head was so congested and red that he could barely speak coherently.
The witch gave the Spider Lady a look; the latter gracefully saluted in obedience, placing one hand over her chest and bowing at the waist.
Her dark red hair hung down, and the two papaya-shaped soft mounds followed gravity to dangle downward.
It was as if ripe melons were hanging heavily from the vine.
After the salute, the Spider Lady curled her finger gently, and Chu Yin’s body turned, seating him onto the sticky Magic Web.
The swelling in his head vanished.
“Thank you…” After expressing his gratitude, Chu Yin finished telling the rest of his story, ending with, “I don’t know why I’ve run into so many hardships. It seems that dying accidentally one day would be nothing out of the ordinary.”
The witch’s expression remained unchanged throughout—there was no sympathy, nor any mocking ridicule, making one suspect she lacked any sense of emotion at all.
“Take the beast back. The Magic Potion is ready. Prepare to test it.”
These words were addressed to the Spider Lady. The witch gave her instructions, then disappeared straight into the rippling portal, without clarifying what should be done with Chu Yin.
“Such tender, delicate flesh. Since Owner didn’t say how you should be dealt with, am I free to enjoy you as I please~?”
The Spider Lady approached Chu Yin, her enormous shadow enveloping the young boy. She licked her lips, and her sharp fingernails traced across Chu Yin’s cheek.
“I haven’t gone to the restroom in four days. I might not taste very good,” Chu Yin said.
“The enjoyment I’m talking about is another kind~” The Spider Lady loosened the restraints of the spider cocoon, intending to check his physical development.
“……”
Chu Yin remained motionless, as if he had no idea what she was talking about, completely unfamiliar with those ambiguous matters.
In the end, the Spider Lady didn’t touch Chu Yin. She was just testing, trying to confirm whether this child was a Saint Knight from the Western Church, sent to disturb Owner, disguised with some special magic.
If it were just ordinary magic, the witch could see through it at a glance. But the church had many Holy Relics, capable of casting spells without leaving a trace of magical aura—tricky and hard to guard against.
As a familiar servant, the Spider Lady needed to be thorough.
Since she couldn’t detect anything unusual, she didn’t waste any more time, bringing the boy and the beast back to the forest cabin together.
How to deal with this unlucky child would still require the witch’s final word.
Passing through the rippling portal, a lush giant tree shaded the area for dozens of meters around. A Magic Log Cabin was built atop its trunk.
Next to the cabin’s door was a simple mailbox, upon which perched a Messenger Owl.
Chu Yin had never imagined he’d one day see such a fantastical building. He wondered if there was a Snow White inside…
Lost in random thoughts, he realized he had become someone no one paid attention to, so he quietly stood aside, watching the Spider Lady test the potion.
The Spider Lady produced a steaming bottle of Magic Potion and poured it into the Electric-tailed Leopard’s mouth, then set down an hourglass to await the result.
The sand had just flowed halfway through when the leopard began howling in agony, its cries making the stones on the ground jump.
“Not bad. We’re getting closer to what Owner wants… Hmm?”
A look of surprise flashed across the Spider Lady’s face. She sensed something was off—the Electric-tailed Leopard’s aura was steadily rising.
A breakthrough on the verge of death?!
At the edge of life and death, sometimes latent potential could be triggered and a breakthrough achieved. But that was only a theoretical possibility—rarely seen in reality!
After the Electric-tailed Leopard broke through, its strength soared, its body swelled a size larger, and it easily burst free from the spider cocoon’s bindings, ferociously attacking everything in sight.
Its electric tail lashed out, swinging directly toward Chu Yin.
“?!”
At the critical moment, a mysterious Magic Circle appeared, a beam of light as thick as a barrel descended, killing the Electric-tailed Leopard in a single instant.
The witch emerged, a Crystal Ball floating above her palm—it was her intervention that had saved Chu Yin.
The cold and infamous witch now shed her cloak. Her tall, well-proportioned figure was wrapped in a tight, dark purple dress. The fabric was stretched taut over her ample curves, the pale flesh beneath faintly visible.
The dress fit her like a second skin, even outlining the graceful curves of her lower abdomen—the gentle undulations of her abdominal lines and her delicate, sunken navel.
Though cold and reviled, the witch’s body was as breathtakingly beautiful as a work of art.
“Owner, this Electric-tailed Leopard showed no sign of breaking through before. Its aura was nowhere near its peak. Why did it suddenly…?” the Spider Lady asked in confusion.
The witch’s residence required absolute peace—any disturbance was unacceptable. This incident was, by all rights, a failing on the Spider Lady’s part.
The witch did not blame her familiar, but pondered the matter for a moment, finally setting her gaze on Chu Yin.
The Spider Lady misinterpreted the witch’s intention, glaring fiercely at the boy:
“You really are a spy sent by the Church, trying to disrupt Owner’s peace!!”
“…?”
Chu Yin instinctively raised both hands in a France Salute.
What did I do to deserve this? I got caught and didn’t even dare to make a sound, and now I’m being forced to carry this huge blame!
The witch stopped the Spider Lady and said,
“He has nothing to do with the Church—he’s simply unlucky.”
“Unlucky?” The Spider Lady froze, then realized: “Owner means, the bad luck on him causes dangerous situations to happen frequently around him. That’s why the Electric-tailed Leopard broke through?”
“Most likely.”
The witch was very precise and did not give a definitive answer.
After all, there was no clear evidence to prove it false—it could simply be a coincidence.
But coincidentally, Chu Yin’s life so far had never lacked such unlucky coincidences.
“Owner, how should we deal with this little unlucky fellow?” the Spider Lady asked.
“Keep him. Take him to wash off the fishy smell. He’ll be used for testing potions in the future.”
With a clear order, the familiar was finally at ease.
“Yes, Owner, I’ll take him to get cleaned up right away. I won’t let this child affect the fresh air here!”
The Spider Lady grabbed the boy by the collar and once again pressed her hand to her chest and bowed. The Chu Yin in her grasp slammed his head into the soft mound, leaving him breathless.
Come on, if you’re going to carry me, fine, but can’t you use your other hand to salute next time?