Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

This is like magic; once you know the specific tricks used to deceive your eyes, the surprise disappears.

Ethan wanted to promote the development of cinema in this world, but he didn't want to personally engage in film production. He would rather be a moviegoer, happily going to the cinema during his leisure time to buy two tickets, holding popcorn, and spending a wonderful day with Lindong.

For a moment, Lindong seemed unable to understand, his eyes becoming uneven sizes.

"Trust Old Sen!"

Although Forest Guard Rowena felt the same, she decided to stop thinking.

Ethan is always right.

Practice has proven this countless times.

.........

Meanwhile, in the afternoon sunlight, a black crow flew over the city wall and landed in an empty alley.

The guards on the wall only saw a shadow flash across the sky, and by the time they wanted to take a closer look, they could no longer find any trace.

Was it an illusion?

The guards on the wall looked at each other.

And beyond the street, several hundred meters away from them, the black crow on the ground transformed into a human silhouette. She wore a black cloak, her long black hair hidden within, and her pitch-black pupils seemed to burn with ominous flames. Insects and rats in the gutter fled in terror.

This was a primal instinct, warning them of the arrival of danger.

Corrosive black shadows spread in the alley, burning pits into the ground, leaking putrid liquid like thick juice.

"How long has it been... since I last came back?"

The woman murmured to herself as she walked along the shadow-covered path, everything she saw vastly different from her memories.

The Imperial Capital has changed, completely unrecognizable; it's not just the city's structure, even the people living here are reborn.

Yes.

She decided to describe the change in the Imperial Capital people as a rebirth, an extremely unusual transformation, as if everyone was bathing in the sunlight again, filled with hope for life and the future.

This change made her feel uneasy, and she observed the people coming and going on the street from the shadows.

She really wanted... to wipe the smiles off their faces.

But now was not the time to indulge that desire; she was here for a more important purpose.

The woman's gaze lingered on the crowd, finally settling on a worker. She couldn't understand why a man engaged in strenuous physical labor wore a smile, but she believed soon, this man would no longer smile.

For the Witch, fear is the best food in the world.

She licked her lips painted purple and quietly followed in the worker's footsteps.

The worker was transporting cargo, happily humming an unrecognizable tune, and when he thought about the qualifying round for the electric wheelchair master's tournament's top 32 tonight, he couldn't contain his excitement, even feeling more energized at work.

Oh, and while passing through the city square today, he even saw that wretched factory director.

He was being escorted, and judging by his sulking face, he was probably in big trouble.

It seems the complaint letter they sent to the Cabinet some time ago worked.

His good mood was interrupted by footsteps from behind, and once the worker finished unloading the cargo and turned around, he confronted the surging shadows, a slender figure stepping towards him in high heels, the woman didn't speak, just gave him a somewhat sickly smile.

Looking at the worker cornered, the Witch felt the Imperial Capital's air becoming a bit fresher.

Hunting always excites, she doesn't need to say or do anything, this poor prey would be so scared that he'd kneel at her feet, willingly offering his fear to her mouth, and all she needed to do was savor this wonderful taste.

This scene has happened countless times, at different times, in different places.

The same conclusion.

If the prey satisfies her, she is not opposed to sparing its life. From another perspective, becoming someone's lifelong Nightmare also holds a special flavor.

Those aggressive eyes lingered on the worker for over a dozen seconds before the worker finally came to his senses.

His actions were just a bit odd.

Huh?

Why didn't he collapse from fear but instead walked straight towards her?

The Witch frowned. Why wasn't this Imperial Capital resident following the script?

What baffled her even more, the worker's face lit up with a bright smile once again as he approached her and kindly pointed to a domed building not far away, "The hospital is that way. Want me to take you there? But I can only drop you at the entrance, as I have more work to do this afternoon."

A hospital?

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing, ma'am. Many of the attending doctors in the hospital are High-tier Priests from the Life Church. Keep calm, and your symptoms will surely be addressed."

"My symptoms, what symptoms?"

"Your lips." The worker lowered his voice and quietly said, "If I'm not mistaken, you have food poisoning, right? A while back, I met some adventurers who also ate some unknown poisonous mushrooms, and their lips turned purple, but they all eventually recovered."

This is lipstick!

Under normal circumstances, she would have snapped the neck of this unobservant worker long ago, but this was the Imperial Capital; she didn't dare make a move immediately.