Chapter 257 | Survival for All: The Tower Witch with E-Rank Talent

Susie, who was a good ten years older than Lan Qingyou, was currently feeling a deep sense of frustration.

Yes, even more than the disappointment of not being able to conduct a clinical observation, she was furious that she hadn't realized the three men hadn't drunk some Witch potion, but poison.

For someone whose research focused on 'poison' and who held the title 'Witch of Poison,' this was nothing short of a resounding slap in the face.

Yet, she couldn't bring herself to hate Lan Qingyou, who was currently looking at her with a mischievous grin.

Weakness and ignorance are not barriers to survival; arrogance is.

This was a piece of basic common sense for surviving on the Kalim continent.

So, Lan Qingyou's 'slap' had actually served to wake her up.

She had previously thought that because she had evolved and her abilities and strength had improved significantly as a member of a new race—and because witches were naturally suited for studying medicine and alchemy—it was normal to be a bit overconfident.

But now, Lan Qingyou's slap had instantly brought her back to the mindset she had when she was first teleported to Kalim.

Caution, prudence, meticulousness, and vigilance.

These were things that should be maintained at all times.

Otherwise, you wouldn't even know how you died.

Could... could the Clan Leader have broken her promise just to make me remember this?

Thinking of this, Susie couldn't help but look at Lan Qingyou again. However, Lan Qingyou's somewhat punchable expression made her a bit unsure.

In reality, she was overthinking it.

The reason Lan Qingyou broke her 'promise' was simply that she never intended to give them anything in the first place.

She didn't know anything about this Formation 505, nor was she interested.

But since they were in contact with her enemies, they were undoubtedly her enemies as well. Since they were already enemies, there was no possibility of letting them go.

Much less giving enemies something like a potion that could allow them to evolve.

Even if these people had given the answers she wanted, it would still be aiding the enemy.

Susie, not understanding Lan Qingyou's thoughts, let out a sigh and stepped forward, wanting to examine the condition of the three corpses.

Since she couldn't observe the sex-changing function of the Witch potion, she at least wanted to see what the symptoms were after being poisoned by this 'Chirp-Chirp Water.'

In short, her main goal was to make sure they didn't die for nothing.

However, just as Susie was about to take a good look, an exclamation came from the idiot son of the wealthy family nearby.

“I remember now! You're that middle schooler whose whole family died!”

Huang Wei, who had been silent behind Huang Xingming, shouted while pointing a mangled finger at Lan Qingyou. This caused both Huang Xingming and Susie to look at her.

Well, both of them had already been looking at Lan Qingyou.

It was just that because of Huang Wei's words—'whose whole family died'—their gazes instantly changed.

Susie's gaze changed because she hadn't expected Lan Qingyou to have such a tragic past.

As for Huang Xingming, with his son's reminder, he finally remembered who this Witch of the Tower was.

But it was precisely because he remembered who she was that his face suddenly turned deathly pale.

The high schooler whose whole family died—how could he forget those words? They were the most frequently used terms in his household during a certain period a few years ago.

Upon hearing how the other party addressed her, Lan Qingyou's previously relaxed face immediately darkened.

Then, she turned her head and looked at the idiot Huang Wei with a predatory grin.

“Ho-ho. Nice last words. They've piqued my killing intent.”

As she spoke, Lan Qingyou used Shining Starlight, teleporting behind Huang Wei with a trail of little star effects. She then drew the Moonstone Dagger from her belt and gave Huang Wei's kidney a taste.

“Aaaagh!!!”

The instantaneous agony caused Huang Wei's expression to twist violently as he let out a scream of pain.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans erupted from his forehead and began to drip down one by one.

Everything happened too fast. Neither Huang Xingming, who had been staring at Lan Qingyou, nor Susie had been able to effectively track her movement.

They could only see the little star effects trailing behind her after she had already moved.

It had a certain fairy-tale beauty, but it was the lethality of a dark fairy tale.

“Let go of my son! You lowly commoner!”

Seeing his son, the only heir of the Huang family, being stabbed by Lan Qingyou, Huang Xingming ignored his own injuries and fired a fist-sized fireball.

“Oh my! Such deep father-son bond!”

Lan Qingyou easily dodged the fireball, withdrawing her dagger from the man's body in the process.

As a witch with the Analytic Magic Eye (S), Lan Qingyou had naturally seen through their talents, abilities, and attributes long ago.

That was why she was bold enough to play out the 'close combat is to my advantage' scene.

After all, in her eyes, others were as good as defenseless; she could handle them however she pleased.

This was the confidence Lan Qingyou brought to her revenge.

“Bastard!”

After firing his magic skill, Huang Xingming threw himself onto his son.

“Xiao Wei, are you okay?”

Huang Xingming looked at Huang Wei in his arms with concern.

“Dad, it hurts... it hurts so much...”

Huang Wei, drenched in sweat, clutched his kidney and looked at Huang Xingming in agony.

“It's okay, it's okay. Just drink this and you'll be fine.”

Huang Xingming hurriedly took out a Life Potion for Huang Wei to drink, while using another Life Potion to pour over the wound as a topical treatment.

Hmm... those were potions she had made...

Even though they were the mass-produced kind made by the golems, it was clear from this that her business had already reached the Golden Plains.

Haha, just kidding.

She knew exactly who her potions were given to.

Aside from herself, only the Supreme Council had a quota for this mass-produced type. Coupled with the matter of the teleportation circle...

How interesting.

“You little beast! We paid compensation back then! Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this?!”

By now, Huang Xingming was so blinded by rage that he uttered such jaw-dropping words.

“Retribution? I'm terrified. See? Isn't your retribution coming right now?”

At the mention of 'retribution,' Lan Qingyou's brows quirked. She then curled her lips into a smirk, looking as infuriating as possible.

“Hmph.”

Seeing Lan Qingyou's punchable look, Huang Xingming gnashed his teeth and let out a cold, defiant snort.

“Do you think you can finish us off just like this?”

Huang Xingming narrowed his eyes and stared fixedly at Lan Qingyou.

He had been a high-ranking figure for many years, after all. With a slight shift in his expression, his aura immediately surged.

Lan Qingyou was the sole survivor of the family his son had killed in a drunk driving accident years ago.

He had originally thought that someone whose legs were broken posed no threat to his family, so he had simply dismissed her with a pittance—hardly more than the cost of a couple of meals.

In the Federation, such incidents were as common as ox hair.

If you had money, you could solve the vast majority of problems. For the remaining few, you could solve them if you found the right connections. On Blue Star, if you were rich, you truly could do whatever you wanted.