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Translator's note: While Yuehan seemed thrilled for the coming war, most people shouldn't be. Few people become heroes in wars; most people would just die silently.
“Okay, now are you satisfied?” I finally asked after dragging Dongli Yiren out of the shop.
Honestly, that girl had been stuck in there for ages. The witch hat and the cape were easy picks, but the wand and the badge… she agonized over them like she was selecting her life partner.
If my food delivery hadn’t arrived, I swear I would’ve hauled her out by force.
In the end, she clutched a long wand and a Fireball badge like some victorious adventurer.
“Hmm… maybe I should’ve ordered a custom wand,” she kept muttering, hugging her new staff. “But I don’t actually know what kind I want. Oh! Do you think they support 3D modeling from game screenshots here?”
Her wand was similar to Quan Xiuzhu’s—something you held like a scepter. Except the head was oversized… almost hammer-like.
A wand? A melee weapon? Hard to tell.
“No clue. But you already bought it, so what’s the point of thinking about it? Your choice reflects your preferences anyway,” I replied half-heartedly.
“No, listen! I swear I’ve seen this wand before. It looks like one from a game I used to play. And don’t you think holding something this big gives you, like… a huge sense of security?” She swung it enthusiastically, radiating battle mage ready for close combat energy.
“…Security. Right. Sure. As long as you’re happy.”
We walked back to the dorm.
My dinner had been sitting by the door long enough to cool down. Meanwhile, because she had things in her hands to distract her, Dongli Yiren wasn’t all curled up in fear like earlier. Maybe the shock had passed… or maybe clutching a giant weapon-shaped wand did wonders for her bravery.
But she also kept fiddling with the Fireball badge the whole way.
I legit worried she’d accidentally trigger it and blow up the vehicle. I’d never be able to pay that off even if I sold her.Not that I wanted my brand-new roommate to explode on day one.
Fortunately, we survived.
“Dongli Yiren, aren’t you going upstairs to pick a bedroom?” I asked while putting my takeout into the warmer.
“Oh, right! Sorry!” Still buzzing with excitement, she dashed for the stairs, cradling her magical loot like a dragon guarding treasure.
“And the first room is mine! Don’t mix them up!” I reminded her quickly.
None of the bedroom doors had nameplates, and while I hadn’t locked them, I did collect all the keys.
A mistaken entry would be… awkward.
Very awkward.
“Got it!”
Having secured her understanding, I finally sat down and started eating.
Seriously, though, is she not hungry? It was already late. But hey, hunger is her problem. If she gets desperate, I’ll teach her how to order delivery.
Still… having a roommate suddenly appear felt unreal. Exciting, sure—but also slightly nerve-wracking.
No matter what, Dongli Yiren was originally a guy.
Daily life just got way more complicated. Like showering at night—I couldn’t just wander around carefree anymore. Bathrobe secured, doors locked… everything.
And who knew if she had any weird hobbies?
Peeking, for example?
Let’s be honest, she was adapting to her new gender way too fast. Unlike the protagonists in those gender-swap novels, who spent ten chapters having an identity crisis.
Better be cautious. Who knew—maybe she was enjoying this more than she lets on.
I flopped onto the living room sofa, turned on the TV, and stretched out with my reheated dinner.
Eating dinner while watching TV…
Now that was the tiny peace I needed.
After turning on the TV, I messed around with the channels for a bit, only to realize most of them required an extra payment. A lot of them seemed to be synchronized with the outside world too—I even spotted one of the cartoons my brother used to watch.
So the Witch School’s television system wasn’t all that different from the outside world… just powered by magic instead of electricity.
Eventually, I searched through the list and found a few free channels—mostly official news ones.
I normally had zero interest in this world’s bland news broadcasts, but the moment I switched to one particular channel, my eyes widened.
They were showing something that looked like a full-on battle.
I stared more closely.
Was this… a live broadcast?
It was already late at night, yet the screen showed figures clashing mid-air.
The image quality, however, was atrocious. I wasn’t sure if the equipment was ancient or intentionally downgraded, but it honestly looked worse than those grainy street surveillance cameras—like someone had slapped a “classified footage” filter over it.
The chaotic audio mixed with the newscaster’s choppy commentary made it hard to follow, but I still managed to catch the main point.
A group of Transcendents was fighting. That was the term ordinary people used for students from the various transcendence academies—people who wielded powers beyond human limits.
But why were Transcendents fighting so brazenly out in the open?
The last time I’d seen anything remotely similar was during the academy recruitment battles… and even those hadn’t been this wild.
The battle had apparently escalated to the point of widespread destruction. Streets were in ruins, and the casualties and economic damage were already described as “immeasurable.”
The front-line reporter kept switching camera angles in real time—proof that some reporters really didn’t care about their own lives.
They even brought in academy representatives from the Big Three to comment live.
Not that I paid much attention to their speeches.Because the moment I looked more carefully at the screen… the location of the battle felt way too familiar.
“Wait… isn’t that my old city?”
At that realization, a horrible mix of dread and imagination stirred inside me.
The Demonspawn School was involved.
The battle was happening in the city I used to live in.
Put those elements together, and it was impossible not to start connecting the dots.
The broadcast soon switched to interviews with experts and professors, analyzing the Demonspawn School’s involvement.
The Demonspawn School wasn’t very old. Among the various schools of transcendence, it was one of the youngest. Its reputation was awful, and it hadn’t even produced its first graduating class yet—that alone said a lot.
According to the experts, this transcendence disaster had shattered the fragile balance maintained between academies. It might even trigger a full-scale transcendence war—something on the same level as the world-spanning conflicts of the last century.
One academy leader spoke gravely on screen, and his words made me sit up straight.
A transcendence war that could engulf the entire world…?
Now that was crazy.
But also… kind of thrilling.
From what little history I’d learned, this world had already gone through seven transcendence wars. The first two were poorly documented, but the next five had extremely detailed records—even down to the tiny sparks that started them, like the founding of new academies.
And since history was always written by the victors, the fact that these events were officially included meant they were probably significant.
Thinking about it that way… the Demonspawn School fit perfectly into that pattern.
It might really be possible.
Could I… actually be living in an era of world transformation?
A weird excitement bubbled up inside me.