Otaku Witch

"Tsk, these basic magic knowledge are still so simple, no difficulty at all, I pretty much understand it all."

Inside the church atop the dragon's back, Dorothy closed the book in her hands, then nodded affirmatively.

As a genius witch who started creating her own spells at the age of one and a half, such "rudimentary" magic of mortal mages was naturally not a challenge for her.

She easily finished reading and learned these spells, which she considered primitive witchcraft.

"Well, it's just mortal strength after all. The highest level magic in this book is equivalent to two or three rings in the witches' magic system, all just low-level magic."

Dorothy judged so.

Although the rules of Witch's Night sealed off the witches' knowledge of mysticism, it was specifically the detailed knowledge of casting spells that was forbidden, the memories of spell names and their general effects remained.

For others, this knowledge, lacking the core and rather hollow, might not be valuable, since playing a game where you're given only the icons and descriptions for skill upgrades without the crucial skill points is useless, no matter how attractive the skill tree looks—it's just for show.

But for a homebody witch, this knowledge was precious, as it gave her a clear research direction.

Researchers often don't fear high difficulty; what they fear is lacking a clear research direction, where everything ahead is shrouded in darkness, blindly groping forward without knowing whether you're heading towards a treasure or a pitfall—that's the most uncomfortable feeling.

If there's an example from the start, someone to tell you that if you keep moving in this direction, you'll definitely achieve something, then the days groping in darkness with light in your heart won't be as unbearable.

"Hmm, just give me ten days to half a month, and I won't say anything about high-order magic above seven rings, but producing some intermediate-level magic of four to six rings shouldn't be too difficult."

Dorothy confidently thought to herself.

One's memory can be sealed, but inspiration cannot.

As a former Spell Master who created a series of witch's spells, in Dorothy's mind the traces of inspiration from creating these spells remained.

Just like a river that has temporarily dried up due to drought, even if a long time has passed, the marks of water channels remain, and when the rainy season comes, the dry riverbeds will be revived with new life.

The basic mortal magic knowledge now was like the heaven-sent rain, or perhaps currently just a drizzle, but small amounts accumulated could eventually form a river.

So...

The homebody witch extended her index finger, she didn't even utter an incantation, merely releasing her magic power, and a flame ignited at her fingertip, then rapidly grew into a scorching Fireball.

Yes, she had just finished reading the Magic Book, which is the classic magic of mages, one-ring magic—Fireball Technique.

Although this was basic magic that every mage should know, normally a Mage Apprentice learning the Fireball Technique for the first time would need at least a month or two to learn it, since the principle behind the Fireball Technique alone could fill a dictionary-thick book, and an ordinary person would spend a long time just reading, not to mention applying this knowledge in practice.

Such a high learning difficulty is also one of the reasons why becoming a mage is an esteemed profession only accessible to intelligent individuals.

In any case, if any other mortal Mage could see Dorothy mastering the Fireball Technique in less than two hours and even casting it instantaneously without the need for a wand or incantation, they would probably be so astonished that their jaws would drop.

Of course, Dorothy was too lazy to show off to mortals; she simply went from extending her index finger to opening her entire palm, and in the next instant, the originally red Fireball began changing color, eventually becoming almost colorless except for a slight purple hue in the center.

As the color of the Fireball changed, the temperature around it also began to rise sharply.

Fortunately, the next moment, Dorothy clenched her fist, crushing the Fireball that was ready to burst.

She had just made a slight optimization to this mortal Fireball Technique, gradually elevating it to the standard of a witch's spells, and even further transforming it from a common Fireball to her own secret technique.

This was the Witch's Fireball.

"Hehe, this way of relearning the basics after a memory seal seems pretty good. Although I still can't remember how I used to cast the Fireball, this new version of the Fireball seems a bit different from the previous one. In that case, once Witch's Night is over and my memory is restored, combining the two might even deepen my mastery of the Fireball Technique."

Dorothy thought happily.

Well, on the Fireball Spell Sect forum on the Magic Network, her Saint-level Fireball could only qualify her as a Cardinal, but she felt that after this, she might try challenging for the position of Pope.

"Brilliant, just brilliant. This way of relearning after a memory seal is even more effective than simply reviewing old knowledge. How come I never thought of this method before?"