Chapter 183: Oh No, I’ve Become a Witch!
The priest was shocked to find that Su Ning had so easily dodged his attack. This only further solidified his belief—the person before him was undoubtedly a witch.
He stared past Su Ning at the now-silent village behind her, his hatred growing stronger by the second.
“Damn witch! Accept the judgment of the God of Light!”
Su Ning looked helpless and cursed inwardly:
“Is this my Super Misfortune talent acting up again? How else would I end up being mistaken for a witch?!”
But this was no time for reflection. The most urgent issue was how to avoid this man’s deadly attacks.
[Native NPC: Elanx]
Talent:
Favored by the Light – A chosen of the God of Light, capable of wielding divine abilities granted by the god.
Skills:
Holy Light Judgment, Healing Light.
Reading this info made Su Ning’s skin crawl.
“This dungeon is terrifying. The God of Light? There are literal deities here? Did the system mess up? It actually sent me into a world with divine beings—was it trying to kill me?!”
Meanwhile, the priest named Elanx ignored every word Su Ning said.
He began chanting again, ready to cast Holy Light Judgment once more. His stance made it clear—he wouldn’t stop until Su Ning was dead.
“Hey, friend, I’m really not a witch! And I didn’t kill these people—they were poisoned!”
Elanx stared at the bodies near Su Ning’s feet, expressionless.
“Evil witch,” he said coldly. “For the sake of the lives lost, I must eliminate you. Your existence is a blight upon this world. Die!”
Su Ning sighed—there was no point explaining anymore.
“If I can’t resolve the crisis with words… then I’ll just have to eliminate the source of the crisis.”
As Elanx began chanting again, a sharp glint flashed in Su Ning’s eyes.
She instantly activated her Petrification skill.
The once-chanting Elanx turned to stone in a heartbeat—now nothing more than a lifeless statue.
Su Ning casually tossed the petrified priest into her scavenger backpack.
Letting out a long breath, she muttered:
“God of Light? Witches? This world really is hard to figure out.”
She’d only just entered this dungeon, and already had faced two life-or-death encounters.
Though she handled them both, Su Ning now realized that the system had truly assigned her a high-difficulty instance.
“I don’t even know if I’ll gain anything useful from this place. At this point, just making it out alive would be enough.”
A dungeon that actually had deities in it…
And it was a witch-hunting dungeon. Su Ning had assumed she’d enter as a hunter of evil witches—but she ended up being the one being hunted.
It reminded her of the witch hunts in a certain kind of world:
A beautiful woman? Hmm, must be a witch—burn her.
A smart woman? Witch—burn.
A woman with medical skills? Witch—burn.
A woman who received education? Obviously a witch—burn.
A beautiful woman who rejected a man’s advances? Absolutely a witch—burn her alive.
Su Ning felt like the sky was about to collapse. This dungeon world was dripping with malice toward women.
“Thank goodness I have the Disguise skill. Time to transform into a man.”
She scoured the village and finally found some wearable men’s clothing.
Then, she used her disguise ability to transform into a plain-looking Western young man.
Without hesitation, she left the village behind.
However, shortly after Su Ning’s departure, a fully armed military squad arrived like a storm.
Leading them was a man dressed in a knight’s uniform, who looked stunned as he stared at the desolate village.
He quickly walked up to a carriage escorted by the soldiers, knelt on one knee, and reported respectfully:
“Your Holiness, all the villagers in Windrest Village are dead.”
Just as he finished speaking, a warm divine energy rippled out from inside the carriage, spreading in all directions before fading away.
The intense drowsiness they had all felt upon entering the village instantly disappeared.
The knight immediately realized:
“That was a witch’s curse…”
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. But he lowered his head even further, growing more respectful toward the figure inside the carriage.
A slow, elderly voice came from within:
“Elanx’s aura vanished here. It seems he fell into the trap of the Venom Witch. We’ve been tricked.”
Though the voice was calm, it carried no hint of emotion.
The knight replied solemnly:
“I believe Priest Elanx will surely return to the embrace of the God of Light.”
A sigh echoed from the carriage.
“Enough. Finding the Venom Witch takes priority now.”
“Yes, Your Holiness!”
Meanwhile, Su Ning—now disguised as an ordinary man—was rushing toward the nearest town.
She blended in perfectly, arriving at the city gate without drawing suspicion. But she was soon met with an unexpected problem.
“Show your pass,” one of the city guards demanded.
“A pass?” Su Ning hadn’t expected she’d need something like that to enter a town.
She pointed to herself as if to say, I’m a refugee. How would I have a pass?
But then she noticed something off—the guard was already suspicious.
The next second, a faint purple glow flashed in Su Ning’s eyes, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.
She activated her mental control ability.
Swiftly, she pulled out a random card from her scavenger backpack, pretending it was a pass.
Under her psychic influence, the guard took the card, gave it a glance, and waved her through.
Su Ning passed the inspection smoothly.
But what she didn’t know was that, despite her quick movements and clever use of abilities, someone had seen everything.
She suddenly felt a gaze burning into her like fire.
Turning around, she saw a plain-looking freckled girl, staring at her with sharp, perceptive eyes.
Su Ning cursed silently:
“Crap…”
She expected the girl to shout and expose her.
But to her surprise, the freckled girl said nothing. Instead, she walked up to Su Ning and, as they passed each other, whispered:
“Follow me.”
Su Ning was stunned.
“How did she notice? No one else did… Is this girl a witch with special powers?”
A bit of caution crept into Su Ning’s heart.
Still, curiosity won out. She wanted to know what this girl was up to, so she followed.
As the two of them crossed through a small town plaza, they suddenly heard deafening shouts:
“Burn her!”
“Burn the witch!”
“Burn the evil witch!!”
They both stopped.
Su Ning looked toward the plaza where a brutal witch-burning ritual was underway.
A bound young girl sat atop a pile of firewood, her body covered in bruises, tears streaming down her face.
She cried out hoarsely:
“I’m not a witch! I’m not a witch! They beat me so badly… They said if I confessed to being a witch they’d stop, so I said I was—but I’m not evil!”
Her screams fell on deaf ears.
In fact, they only seemed to fuel the mob’s rage.
A fat, sharp-voiced woman in the crowd shrieked:
“You still deny it? You used your vile witchcraft to seduce my son! He’s obsessed with you now—he doesn’t even listen to me! And you dare say you’re not a witch?!”
Standing beside her was a hideous man. For a moment, guilt flickered in his eyes—but it was quickly replaced with satisfaction.
That woman had rejected his advances.
And this—this was the price she’d pay.
