I Live on the Land in Global Games

Chapter 134 - 134 133 Freshmen Enrollment134: Chapter 133: Freshmen Enrollment 134: Chapter 133: Freshmen Enrollment It was the beginning of Wind Month again, the night of the new students’ enrollment.

Mu Ying and her two friends had changed into their dresses and arrived at the auditorium.

“What should we do, I’m a bit nervous,” Windsor whispered into Mu Ying’s ear.

Mu Ying patted the back of her hand, “Don’t worry, we are the upperclassmen, the new students are the ones who should be nervous.”

“I wonder how many new students there are this year, I hope there are more; our school is still too quiet,” the excitement sparkled in Lillian’s eyes.

“It can’t be too many, witches are already rare, and they can only have one little witch in a lifetime, if something happens, there may not be any...

Witches are becoming fewer and fewer!” Mu Ying sighed.

She too hoped there would be more witches; after all, she was part of this group and knew what kind of people they were.

They were casual yet free, friendly and united, maybe greedy but not power-hungry, often yearning for the colorful human world outside.

Yet they were not as cunning and thoughtful as humans, despite their powers far surpassing humanity, they never considered invading the human world as a whole, choosing instead to live scattered in the Witch Forest, inaccessible to humans.

When witches were harmed, they would only seek targeted revenge on their enemies.

The number of witches was dwindling, but curiously, no witch ever worried about their population numbers enough to change their reproductive plans.

The highest governing body of witches, the Witch Association, had never even issued an opinion encouraging witches to reproduce; they only concerned themselves with educational problems, inheritance issues, and revenge.

The first two were easy to understand, the last meant that if a witch died under mysterious circumstances in the outside world, other witches who discovered this needed to report to the Association, which would then send people to investigate.

Unless the deceased witch had committed an unforgivable crime, the Association would seek revenge on her behalf.

For instance, concerning the witch found hanged in Red Plum Village, after Mu Ying and her friends informed the Principal, it was the Witch Association that collected the body.

However, because it was the witch’s own shortcomings in her craft that led to her death, there was no retaliation against the villagers.

But such posthumous revenge cases were not common, as in many places where witches were executed, their bodies would not be left hanging brazenly.

So, many witches still disappeared in various corners of the world, like Mu Ying’s own mother, for instance.

When Mu Ying first learned that witches were utterly lax about population control, she found it strange.

Weren’t they afraid that witches would go extinct?

She brought this question to Principal Melanie.

“If extinction is our fate, then let it be.

Every species has its rise and fall, and witches are no exception.

We can’t enforce the overall survival of the witch race on individuals.

Every witch is independent and precious, not a machine for the continuation of the Race.

Every little witch must be born out of love, not out of duty,” explained Principal Melanie, her words resonating as if totally natural, which greatly impacted Mu Ying yet seemed sensible.

Why must individuals sacrifice for the greater group?

Does such individual tragedy necessarily lead to the prosperity of the group?

If such continuity depended on a foundation of blood and flesh, what was the point of the Race’s persistence?

Is the future more valuable than the present?

Yet the present was once the future of the past.

Races that rely on group energy might need such sacrifice, but witches, a powerful and independent race, place greater emphasis on individual rights.

They took responsibility for themselves, the epitome of carefree living.

Every act was out of their own will, not bound by rules or forced by others; that’s true freedom.

The consciousness and concepts of witches inspired Mu Ying greatly.

The racial notion of witches rested on individual strength, not needing to rely on the group because even if there were only one witch left in the world, she could still live well.

Actually, in the current world, a similar path was being taken, where mighty power was in the hands of individuals.

The more powerful one was, the less the need to depend on group energy, and formidable individuals became increasingly valued.

This was paradise for the strong and hell for the weak.

Unlike before the apocalypse, when the weak were protected by social norms and concepts, maintaining a façade of equal dignity.

Mu Ying could only keep pushing herself relentlessly on the path to strengthening herself.

“They’re here!” Lillian exclaimed in a low voice.

Mu Ying, brought back to the present by her words, looked over just in time to see a little girl with messy, brownish-yellow curly hair suddenly appear, stumble, and fall down on her bottom, sitting on the ground with a bewildered face, as if she hadn’t yet realized what had happened.

She fell quite hard, but the little girl showed no sign of pain, as if she had landed on a soft cushion, when in reality there was only a thin carpet on the ground that was very hard.

It took her a moment to say, “Have I arrived?”

This little girl seemed a bit dazed, Mu Ying thought.

The entrance of the second girl was much more elegant.

She was a beautiful little girl with snow-white skin, snow-white hair, and ice-blue eyes, standing upright with just a slight wobble.

However, the tight press of her lips betrayed that she wasn’t quite as relaxed as she appeared.

“She’s so pretty!” Windsor whispered.

Mu Ying nodded in agreement, she could be considered the belle of the school.

After a short wait with no third person arriving yet, Lillian stroked her chin, “There can’t be just two this year!”

“No, Lady Melanie hasn’t made her move yet, there should be another one,” said Mu Ying, glancing at the principal calmly seated on the stage.

As soon as the words left her mouth, a girl with short black hair and wheat-colored skin jumped out neatly.

Yes, it was a magical way to enter.

She must have been jumping when she was transported.

Principal Melanie finally stood up, “All right, now that all the new students have arrived, it’s time to start the Talent test.”

“Why does that sound so familiar to me?” Windsor mumbled.

“Because we heard something similar last year,” Lillian didn’t see anything strange about it.

Mu Ying said coolly, “It’s because Lady Melanie’s words, tone, even her actions are exactly the same as at this time last year.”

It was as if it had been copied and pasted from the previous year, truly no one else could match that.

Sure enough, the next sentence was, “Who will go first?”

But this time there was no one as impetuously brave as Lillian had been.

The three little witches looked at each other, none of them moving.

“Then I’ll just call names,” said Melanie without waiting much longer, beginning to call people.

“Tana!”

The little girl with messy hair and a bit bewildered slowly walked onto the stage.

“Orange Witch!”

Mu Ying stepped forward to lead her down, knowing by their hair and eye color that they didn’t match with them; they couldn’t be sorted by Talent inclination.

So for now, they went with their personal preferences in picking apprentices.

The specific assignments would depend on the directions they each chose to specialize in later on.

Lillian felt that the girl who had jumped out last suited her personality best, Windsor was captivated by the beauty of the girl with white hair, so this slightly unkempt, bewildered girl naturally fell to her.

“Next, Shela!”

“White Witch!”

“Finally, Tina!”

“Black Witch!”