Chapter 106: The Witch and the Witcher’s Combination
They had no solution, but that didn’t mean Owen didn’t. The Synthesis Furnace, to some extent, could be used as a body modification furnace. Forget ugly witches, he could even sculpt a slime into a human shape.
So, bigger breasts? No problem. A curvier figure? Easy. Tighter. . . well, you get the idea. He could even add some extra. . . features. Let’s just say, don’t underestimate a man who’s spent twenty years exploring the internet. If his browsing history were ever exposed, the sheer embarrassment would cause him to ascend to a higher dimension.
But just physical enhancements weren’t enough. He wasn’t trying to build a harem of three thousand beauties, nor was he trying to satisfy some unspeakable little hobby. Right now, just two women made him feel like a tube of toothpaste squeezed dry, yet still being forced to produce more every day. In this situation, even surrounded by beauties, what meaning would there be? So, his purpose wasn’t so simple.
Owen had previously conducted a survey among the witches. He would provide targeted enhancements based on their wishes. Only through enhancements would they have value to him.
There were twenty witches in total. The five oldest chose to become assistant teachers at the Witch Academy.
They were Ai Mi Er’s earliest followers. Though their physical defects were irreparable, they understood witchly knowledge and were responsible for teaching the younger witches. After all, Ai Mi Er was often away for months at a time; she couldn’t possibly teach everything herself.
So, these five, upon seeing the position of assistant teacher, immediately chose this profession.
“As assistant teachers, combat strength isn’t a primary concern.” Owen rubbed his chin, feeling the soft stubble, and muttered to himself.
Theoretically, Dier’s newly refined lesser bloodline evolution potion and the Synthesis Furnace were enough to rebuild these witches, but it wasn’t foolproof. So, Owen exchanged Progress Value for the Hogwarts student template as a means of controlling them.
“Drink the potion inside, and then wait.” Owen opened the Synthesis Furnace’s door and handed a light green potion to the witch.
This potion was a lesser bloodline potion refined by Dier with Ai Mi Er’s guidance and help. The effects weren’t as good as the original, but it was more suitable.
The original potion used a large amount of Emerald essence; its effects went without saying, but it was too wasteful.
The same materials could be used to refine seven or eight lesser bloodline potions. The effect was slightly weaker, but for ordinary witches without strong magic bloodlines, it was enough. So, of course, Owen would choose this one.
Stimulated by the bloodline potion, the reactivated magic bloodline, along with the physical body, was recast in the Synthesis Furnace. The entire process was a bit like shattering a person, then reconstructing them with a 3D printer.
Although the Synthesis Furnace lacked in terms of mysticism, it was pure black technology when it came to ordinary matter and organisms. This made Owen wary of underestimating any item within the system.
The Synthesis Furnace was powerful. Not long after, a rather beautiful, mature woman walked out, none other than the previously buck-toothed, claw-handed, hunchbacked witch.
“This is. . . me?!” The witch who emerged from the Synthesis Furnace looked incredulously at her slender hands, then excitedly touched her face and body. The smooth, tender feeling made her legs weak with excitement. She collapsed to the ground, momentarily overwhelmed.
“Yes, this is the reward for your loyalty.” Owen, at some point, had changed into his golden, holy light-infused armor. He appeared before her like a god with a halo. As expected, he received a look of fanaticism and loyalty. It was worth the extreme awkwardness he felt having to act out this scene.
When this witch appeared before her former companions, silence fell. No one could believe what they were seeing. This was a miracle!
At this moment, not a single witch regretted the oath they had sworn. They unanimously knelt before Owen. For rebirth, they were willing to offer all their loyalty. Even death couldn’t stop their pursuit of beauty.
Compared to living an ugly life, they would rather die looking their most beautiful. Even as ghosts, they would look good, wouldn’t they?
The witch assistant teachers were just a simple experiment for Owen. His true goal was to create a combat team composed of witches, similar to magic swordsmen, mastering both melee combat and spellcasting, like weaker versions of Gandalf. Therefore, the lesser bloodline potion and the Hogwarts student template were insufficient.
Owen had initially considered selecting troop templates from Age of Empires, but those units were more suited for conventional warfare, not the special operations he envisioned. So, he searched through the system and finally settled on The Witcher.
Although this game was called The Witcher, the protagonist was White Wolf, Sorceress-Subduer, Witcher, Gwent Player, and Monster Hunter.
Witchers were originally human. Through special trials and potions, they triggered genetic mutations, becoming Witchers specialized in hunting monsters.
Witchers possessed superhuman physique and endurance. Coupled with their masterful combat skills, each one was a formidable warrior capable of taking on ten ordinary men. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to hunt monsters, nor would they satisfy the Sorceresses.
Owen had previously envied their core strength, which allowed them to. . . handle Sorceresses. But later he discovered this power was obtained through induced mutations. Simply put, they stopped being entirely human.
After becoming Witchers, they even lost their fertility. This showed the enhancement was imperfect.
But there was no denying the Witcher enhancements also had their merits, especially for those with special bloodlines.
Pure human genes weren’t so easily mutated. Even if they were, the mutations tended to be malignant.
But it was different for those with mixed blood. It was easier to stimulate the characteristics of their bloodlines and gain genetic advantages.
So, Owen guessed the Witchers in the game also possessed non-human bloodlines. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to withstand the potion-induced mutations and the brutal trials. Therefore, he didn’t plan to directly exchange for the Witcher template but rather the formula for the Trial of the Grasses and the Witcher Trials.
The complete Witcher template included bloodline, attributes, characteristics, skills, and experience. Therefore, the required Progress Value was high, after all, it was equivalent to completely transforming a person inside and out.
But if it were just the Witcher Trials, the Progress Value required would be greatly reduced.
Because to pass the Witcher Trials, one must possess Witcher-level potential and attributes. Only then could they gain Witcher skills and related experience through the Trials. Without matching potential and attributes, the only outcome was death.
So, whether it would work depended on whether his idea was correct and whether the witches’ potential was as great as he imagined.
Owen was somewhat confident about this because the uglier the wild witch, the stronger they were.
As for why, it was because the stronger the magic bloodline, the greater the distortion to their bodies, making them uglier. So, he had faith in these ugly witches.
