Chapter 141 – You Really Have No Weaknesses!

Chapter 141 – You Really Have No Weaknesses!

“You’re right!” Mo Lan agreed.

“???” Vasida was stunned. “You also think I’m right? Then why do you still study so many things, and insist on mastering every single type of magic?”

Was this really Mo Lan?

“…” Mo Lan said irritably, “If I didn’t master every type of magic, would you all even have progress bars to look at?”

If not for the need to create cards, setting aside everything else, she could have gotten by with just a rough grasp of Culinary Magic and Sewing Magic.

For other young witches, being bad at these two types of magic meant, at worst, slightly worse food and clothing. Once they had money, they could just buy delicious food and beautiful clothes.

If Mo Lan was bad at these two types of magic, as long as she understood roughly how the corresponding foods and garments worked, she could create Food Cards and clothing cards to meet her daily needs.

Even if card-making consumed more energy than cooking or sewing herself, the difference wouldn’t be that much.

Compared to gradually practicing and improving Culinary Magic and Sewing Magic bit by bit, it was far easier and saved a great deal of time.

After all, even if these two types of magic were perfected to the highest level, they couldn’t conjure food or clothing with special effects out of thin air.

The former relied on special ingredients, while the latter, beyond requiring special fabrics, was more closely tied to Alchemy Magic.

For Mo Lan personally, the cost-effectiveness of these two types of magic was quite mediocre.

But for many witches with natural talent in these areas, these two types of magic were powerful money-making tools.

Mo Lan was doing all of this purely to make her Status Card’s functions more comprehensive.

This card was her own powerful money-making tool!

Never mind that she was currently selling at half price, and had even enabled the automatic progress bar update feature.

These were all classmate-exclusive perks, meant to motivate herself to study magic.

Once she graduated, once her magic levels were higher, once the progress bar feature was truly refined and she officially began selling—it wouldn’t be sold the way it was now.

At that point, for each type of magic, unlocking the progress bar—and even unlocking each individual tier’s progress bar—would require payment, each at a different price.

It would be far more than five times the cost. Beyond the energy consumption of card-making, she would absolutely need to factor in the time and effort she’d invested in raising her own magic levels.

“Moira, you can’t give up on Culinary Magic!” Iris said.

“And Sewing Magic, and light-element magic!” Alba hastily added.

“And Plant Magic! And potion-brewing magic!” Sylph chimed in—she loved those two disciplines.

Cheryl: “And fire-element magic!”

…

The young witches all pleaded with Mo Lan not to abandon the types of magic she excelled in.

They had all deeply experienced the benefits of the progress bar feature.

Compared to beating Mo Lan and winning a Food Card as a prize, they cared far more about keeping the progress bar feature active for the magic disciplines they wanted to specialize in.

Mo Lan looked at Vasida. “See? I have no choice but to keep studying!”

“…” Vasida patted her on the arm. “Good luck with that!”

“That said, every young witch has her own strengths, but you and Sylph are Sorceresses! So many young witches dream of having unlimited potential in all magic disciplines! You really should try to learn as many types of magic as possible!”

Mo Lan said, “Culinary Magic and Sewing Magic are one thing—at the end of the day, they’re just about solving the problems of food and clothing. If you learn them well enough to eat your fill and stay warm, and don’t feel the need to pursue more, that’s fine.

But every other type of magic has its own irreplaceable purpose! You never know when you might need it.”

“Yes! Yes! That’s the spirit!” Vasida instantly felt much better. “Now that’s the you I know!”

“???” Mo Lan turned on her heel and walked away. “I literally cannot continue this conversation!”

“Hahahaha!” Vasida was laughing so hard she could barely stand up straight.

“Look at which direction she’s heading—she’s definitely going to the library again,” Sylph said. “Our vacation means vacation. Moira’s vacation means reading books, watching Mo-Pics, and studying magic!”

“Seriously though, are you all really planning to just play around until second year starts?” Cheryl asked earnestly. “I’m planning to borrow the second-year theory textbooks ahead of time and read through them!”

The young witches who had just been looking forward to a restful break all froze, hesitation flickering across their faces. But in the end, they all shook their heads.

“I want to study Sorceress Magic,” Sylph said. “I have a feeling that if I want other people to be able to grow my mutant plants too, I’ll need Sorceress Magic to make it work.”

“I want to refine my Culinary Magic, and also study the cultivation of magical plants. I’m planning to get a pass from Lady Amisha during the break to borrow the relevant books,” Vasida said.

Her appetite had been growing again recently. She was genuinely afraid of becoming the first Sorceress in history to starve to death after graduation.

…

The break hadn’t even started yet, and they all already had their own plans for the holiday. Not a single one of them truly intended to relax.

The only difference was that they were shifting from passively attending classes to actively studying on their own.

“Looks like we’ve all been molded in Moira’s image,” Vasida concluded. “Too bad she left so quickly—she doesn’t even know about our love for her! Hahahaha, what a shame!”

“I’ll be sure to relay your love to her,” Sylph said with a smile. “I just hope you don’t get beaten up for it.”

“I’m a Sorceress with a Devouring Stomach—I’m incredibly strong!” Vasida declared. “Moira doesn’t even know any offensive magic. I’d have absolutely no problem taking her in a fistfight, okay?”

“Is that so? Want to try?”

Vasida stiffened and turned around. “Moira! Why are you back?!”

“I forgot my satchel.” Mo Lan walked back to her seat and picked up her bag. “Come on, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Before enrolling, what she had practiced the most was physical fitness and various combat techniques from Earth.

With Earth’s memory-based teachings, plus the tempering she’d undergone during those final days of the apocalypse, she felt absolutely no pressure about putting Vasida—who was simply a bit strong—in her place.

One minute later, Vasida’s arms were pinned behind her back as Mo Lan pressed her down against a desk. “Any pressure now?”

Vasida: “Ow ow ow!”

This didn’t make sense! How was her strength seemingly completely useless?

Mo Lan released her. “Want another round?”

“Bring it!” Vasida charged forward swinging her fists, and in the blink of an eye, her wrist was caught again. “Oww!”

“More?” Mo Lan let go once again.

“No more! No more!” Vasida firmly refused any further attempts. “Moira! Were you some incredible warrior in a past life?”

“Hardly,” Mo Lan said.

She was no warrior, but she had the experiences and memories of every great warrior in Earth’s history stored in her mind. Having trained for over a decade in this life, she had developed a solid close-combat ability.

“Even if you weren’t one in a past life, you definitely are in this one! I don’t even understand how you did that!” Vasida said. “Do you really have zero weaknesses? What else can you do that we don’t know about?”