"Oh my god, wait, wait, wait—!"
Serie flailed in mid-air, scrambling like a crab thrown from a pot.
Just seconds before, she had used "Flying Fire Meteor." The initial burst of flames indeed lifted Serie into the air, but soon she truly transformed into a human-shaped meteor.
A golden-red tail flame trailed behind her, twisting and turning in a serpentine path, ultimately causing her to crash heavily into a snowdrift.
Serie was embedded in the snow, spread-eagled.
The melting snow hissed, steaming into a cloud of white mist.
"Ugh… bleh, bleh!" She struggled out of the snow pit, spitting out the accumulated snow from her mouth.
"Still so hard to control…" Serie dejectedly brushed off ice shards from her clothes. The front of her newly changed sweater was already soaked. It seemed it would take some time to fully master fire-based flight.
Right now, she was like a skyrocket, and it was pure luck she hadn't crashed into a tree and broken a few ribs.
Perhaps to console the crashed Serie, a new quest popped up—
"Main Quest: A Witch Is Not Without Righteousness"
"Objective: Help Marfa Grandma purchase daily necessities"
"Reward: Attribute Point * 1"
The difficulty of this quest was very low, and the trade-off was that the reward wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
After all, this was something Serie was going to do anyway.
Additionally, there was another Witch Quest:
"Witch Quest: I'm So Thirsty!!!"
"Objective: Drink any alcoholic beverage until the Wildfire Witch feels satisfied"
"Reward: Resurrection Count * 1"
Unlike the model student Serie, the Wildfire Witch, Zhuoya, clearly indulged in both smoking and drinking.
Serie had no objections to this, as it was quite normal.
On a perilous battlefield, no one knew if they would live to see the next hour.
The harshness of cheap tobacco, the burning sensation of vodka, or a string of forgotten one-night stands—these were the most primitive and effective ways for soldiers in an era of war to numb and soothe their taut nerves.
The rewards for the two quests were vastly different; the former offered only basic points, while the latter would grant her an additional clone to assist her.
However, for Serie, the priorities were completely reversed.
The main objective of the Witch Quest was for Serie to simulate the Witch's personality and habits. While Zoya might drink heavily on the battlefield, she would never use an elder's hard-earned money to get drunk.
Zoya wouldn't, and neither would Serie.
The outline of the distant town gradually became clear. She pulled the brim of her coat down further, the shadow obscuring her cold face.
Time passed quietly.
As the setting sun dyed the town's snow blood-red, Serie, carrying bulging shopping bags, prepared to return to Marfa Grandma's cottage.
Perhaps because the town was so remote, she hadn't seen anyone who might be connected to the Control Bureau all day, which put her considerably at ease.
It seems the Control Bureau hasn't fully traced her here yet?
Only when passing a brightly lit bar, the pervasive smell of alcohol in the air made her involuntarily stop.
She felt the few remaining coins in her pocket—buying alcohol was probably out of the question, barely enough for two lollipops.
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