Chapter 253 – Three-Tenths Full

Mo Lan hurried over to support her. “What’s wrong? Can’t take any more?”

“No.” Vasida clutched her stomach and looked up pitifully. “I’m hungry.”

The moment she finished speaking, her stomach let out a loud gurgle.

“…”

Mo Lan had never expected that instead of beating her opponent into submission, she’d beaten her into starvation.

It was both funny and frustrating.

“We’re done! Go to the Breadfruit Grove, quick!” Mo Lan said helplessly.

Vasida nodded and stood up, but after just two steps, her legs gave way. If Mo Lan hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed to the ground again.

“Moira, I’m too hungry to move…”

Her voice was so faint it could barely be heard. If Vasida hadn’t confirmed that her body was fine and she was simply starving, Mo Lan would have had no choice but to call the Headmistress and have her taken to the infirmary.

“Vasida’s mana is steadily dropping—she really is hungry!” Sylph stepped forward. “Moira, stay here and watch her. I’ll go pick some breadfruit!”

“We’ll go too!” The other young witches had also recovered their ability to move.

Everyone knew that when Vasida got hungry, she could genuinely faint from it in no time.

With so many hands helping, it wasn’t long before the young witches came floating back with armfuls of breadfruit.

At first, Vasida was slumped against Mo Lan, needing Mo Lan to bring the breadfruit to her lips.

After eating a few, she could sit up on her own. A few more, and she could stand up and grab more breadfruit herself. The faster she ate, the better her condition became.

“The last time I saw Vasida this hungry was at the enrollment banquet!”

“I know, right? In the blink of an eye, our second year is almost over.”

“Time really flies!”

…

The mountain of breadfruit disappeared into Vasida’s stomach in short order.

“How is it? Are you full?” Sylph asked.

Vasida rubbed her belly. “About three-tenths full, I’d say!”

“Three-tenths?” Sylph drew a sharp breath. “Your appetite has grown quite a bit! Back in first year, that much would’ve been enough to fill you up.”

“Let me go pick some more breadfruit for you!” Sylph said. “Three-tenths full won’t last you very long before you’re hungry again.”

“It’s fine. Even though I’m only three-tenths full, my total capacity is much bigger now. As long as I don’t use mana, three-tenths is enough for a day or two of normal activity,” Vasida said. “I’ll just go eat some more at the Breadfruit Grove later on my own.”

“Are you really sure you’re okay? Do you need to visit the infirmary?” Mo Lan asked with concern.

“No need! I’m perfectly fine right now.” Vasida gave her body a stretch and hopped up and down a few times as she spoke. “See? Really, I’m fine.”

“No bruises or swelling? You don’t even need anti-swelling potion?” Mo Lan asked.

Vasida rolled up her sleeves, revealing her lotus-root-like arms—fair and unblemished. She lifted her robe and rolled up her pant legs. There wasn’t so much as a red mark on her skin.

Mo Lan could hardly believe it. She hadn’t held back at all—toward the end, she’d been hitting with real force.

“I really don’t have a scratch on me. Lilith’s rapid healing works pretty well!” Vasida said.

“Rapid healing isn’t this effective.” Mo Lan held out her own hands.

“Moira, why are your hands all red?” Vasida asked in surprise.

“Why do you think? From hitting you!” Mo Lan said.

Who could have imagined that the one who’d been beaten would eat her fill and bounce back to full health without a single wound, while the one doing the beating ended up with red, swollen hands?

She’d even switched to using her feet more toward the end, and despite having rapid healing, the swelling still hadn’t gone down. She’d need to apply some anti-swelling potion.

“Wait—we both have rapid healing, so how… Could it be that my Devouring Stomach can also heal injuries?” Vasida instinctively reached for her Devouring Stomach.

Then she suddenly remembered she was only three-tenths full. If she brought out the stomach pouch, her satiety would drop again, so she stopped herself.

“That’s almost certainly it. You should test it out—maybe you’ll discover a new spell or card. I’ve even thought of a name for you: Nourishment Self-Healing Magic.”

Mo Lan said with a touch of envy:

“What you said before was absolutely right—filling your stomach is your top priority! When your belly is full, you’ll never run low on mana, and you won’t get hurt either.”

Now that it involved her Manifested Gift, Vasida could barely contain her excitement. “Let me go eat some more breadfruit first, then I’ll do some research!”

She hurriedly mounted her broomstick and flew off.

Mo Lan turned to the other young witches. “How are your injuries? Can you make it to the infirmary on your own?”

“I’m alright, just some bruising. I can brew up some anti-swelling potion myself,” Sylph said.

“I think I twisted my wrist. It’s a bit sore, but it’s not a big deal. I’ll just go to the infirmary and ask Lady Amisha for some potion,” Iris said.

Alba: “Same here!”

…

Most of their injuries were minor, and they could all still move around.

So they split into two groups. Those with more noticeable pain headed to the Castle infirmary, while those with only minor bruising went with Mo Lan to Greenhouse No. 1 to help gather magical plants. Mo Lan and Sylph handled brewing the anti-swelling potion.

“Done!” Mo Lan finished brewing the potion and called the young witches over to apply it.

The young witches winced and grimaced as they rubbed the potion on, the pain jogging their memories. “Moira! You really don’t hold back! Your punches hurt worse than being cut with a blade!”

“Of course! One punch straight to the vital spot! If I hadn’t fought that way, I might not have won in the end.” Mo Lan was laughing, but then she thought of a certain little witch who’d come away without a scratch yet managed to injure Mo Lan’s hands, and the laughter died on her lips.

“Vasida was the real winner today. If we’d been fighting in the Breadfruit Grove, every last one of us would’ve been worn down to nothing by her.”

“Vasida needs an enormous spatial storage item, filled to the brim with food. Then she’d be truly unbeatable,” Sylph said. “That kind of survival ability—it really makes you jealous!”

“You can say that again!” Mo Lan rubbed the back of her hand. Only her hands knew just how tough Vasida really was to fight.

As for Vasida, the subject of their conversation, she was currently in the Breadfruit Grove, eating at breakneck speed.

She didn’t stop until she was completely full, her Devouring Stomach swollen tight, unable to fit in a single bite more.

Then she began injuring herself to test her recovery ability.

She even sought help from the Guardian Headmistress before finally confirming that her body’s recovery speed truly couldn’t be explained by Lilith’s rapid healing alone.

Moreover, whenever she was injured, her recovery speed increased—and at the same time, the food energy stored in her Devouring Stomach was consumed faster.

The food energy was clearly accelerating her body’s recovery.

When she confirmed this, Vasida felt both elated and worried. “So getting injured will also make me hungry faster?”

The pressure to keep her stomach full had just grown even greater.