The Ultimate Goal Is to Go to Sea

After dinner, the family first washed the dishes together, then rode their brooms out for a ride.

After returning home, everyone went about their own business. The two mothers seemed to be discussing something, poring over a pile of documents and materials about Folded Space and occasionally commenting on them. Her younger sister lay on a broom floating in midair, reviewing her lessons. Apparently, her school had a quiz the day after tomorrow. Meanwhile, Jiang Han read through her elementary school textbooks in her room.

Over the next period of time, the two mothers could often be seen flying out to handle business in the mornings, during what should have been sleeping hours. Sometimes they would not return until the afternoon to catch up on sleep.

It reminded Jiang Han, who stayed home all day, of those people from her previous life who had chased opportunities.

Their generation seemed wilder than those before them and more open than those who came after. Every moment, they sought opportunities to climb higher. Even a street vendor selling cassette tapes might possess the ambition and arrogance to build a business empire. These uneducated people, these people with little schooling, charged toward their ideals and dreams like moths flying into flames.

Countless people failed and vanished because of it, but countless others gained fame and fortune, leaving behind legendary stories told far and wide.

Ye Keshu and Jiang Xuan were clearly that sort of people, much like the married couples in her previous life who took out loans to buy textile factories.

Unwilling to settle for the present, eager for adventure, fond of living wild.

But for the time being, none of that had much to do with Jiang Han. She was revisiting elementary school textbooks while her sister reviewed for exams.

On the sixteenth day after being reborn into the Witch World, in the family garden.

Jiang Han was in the garden reading the notes she had made. As she struggled to decipher handwriting comparable to that of a traditional Chinese doctor, Jiang Xuan came out of the house. Without a word, she sat down beside her like a cat and said, "Xiao Han, I want to enroll you in a tutoring class."

Jiang Han raised an eyebrow. Even though she had not been a student for many years, hearing the words "tutoring class" still triggered an instinctive resistance. The hairs on the back of her neck nearly stood up.

"Tutoring class." Those three words made hearts race more easily than "I love you," and were more despairing than an English teacher saying, "The PE teacher is sick."

"My daughter, I knew you were different from the day you hatched from your egg. You cried and fussed, completely unlike witch children who neither cried nor fussed. When you were little, other children often flipped up your skirt and dragged you off to watch horror movies... Oh, right. You wet the bed too," Jiang Xuan said.

"..." Ms. Jiang Xuan, please stop persecuting innocent witches.

"Now, you will become the first Archwitch of my family, Ke Shu's family, and our family. This is the highest honor, but it is also pressure."

"You need to study powerful spells. Perhaps you can go further and become even stronger, stepping into legend—I hope that when our family decides to head into Folded Space and explore a bright and flourishing future, you will already be prepared. So you need to learn, to learn spells above level four, as well as more knowledge."

Then Jiang Xuan described the tutoring class as a place where one could happily learn magic.

Parents were generally like this. They were best at using high-sounding words to trick children into going to tutoring classes.

But I really am interested... she thought.

So she nodded obediently and responded positively, making Jiang Xuan smile.

"Very good. Starting tomorrow, you'll go with your sister. She'll help register you and prepare your textbooks." Jiang Xuan stood up.

"Zhen Ling is going with me?" Jiang Han asked.

Jiang Xuan nodded. "Yes, and you'll be attending the same Elite Class."

"Elite Class?" Jiang Han's expression turned strange. After living here for half a month, she had gained some understanding of this world. "Aren't you afraid she'll be bullied by the other witches?"

A witch's total magic power did not completely represent her talent, but witches with high magic power generally possessed exceptional aptitude in every respect. Elite witches were those who had over 2,000 Coulombs of magic power before reaching adulthood.

It was difficult to imagine just how troublesome these favored children could be before adulthood.

Just imagine a group of thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girls who had just entered puberty. There were no boys around for them to bully, every witch classmate around them was prettier than the last, they had been taught how to fight since childhood, and on weekends their witch parents stuffed them with a pile of sensationalist articles like The Contest at Summer Camp and The Post-80s: A Ruined Generation. The more elite they were, the greater the pressure.

Simply put: an Elite Class was basically an autism boot camp.

In her previous life, children becoming withdrawn at worst meant they were bad-tempered, ignored people, and acted troublesome. But when little witches here became withdrawn, it was a serious matter. Those who could enter Elite Classes had basically mastered level-three spells; even the weakest could use spells like Fireball Spell, whose blast was more powerful than a tank cannon. And among elite witches who possessed strength, there would naturally be plenty of bullying incidents.

Comrade Jiang Zhenling was fifteen this year and had 670 total magic power. In an elite tutoring class, the average student would have three times her amount. Let alone her—even Ye Keshu and Jiang Xuan would rank at the very bottom if they went.

"She's clever. She's the attendant of a little witch in her class," Jiang Xuan said calmly.

So that was it. Comrade Zhen Ling was indeed good at bragging and chatting. There was no shame in being someone's attendant.

It was just that her family had two ambitious mothers ready to go to sea at any time, followed by a younger sister serving as someone's lackey. They were practically the standard villainous supporting family from a TV drama...

Unable to mock them, she let out a soft sigh. In her family's original development plans, perhaps they really would have to rely entirely on her younger sister in the future. Her sister had also held the family together in her previous life. Her talent truly was not bad.

Jiang Xuan lit a cigarette and leaned against a tree. She glanced at Ice Bear, who was sleeping soundly in an ice cave. "Originally, among your generation in the family, your sister ranked among the top five in talent. With 670 magic power at fifteen, she might reach around 2,500 after fifty, as long as she took proper care of herself and no longer made the mistakes ordinary witch families often make..."

She took a deep drag, then blew a smoke ring. "Your next generation would probably have around 1,400 magic power upon reaching their first adulthood. Occasionally, some would surpass their fathers' and mothers' families, reaching 3,000 after three adulthood phases... Generation after generation, one day our family would flourish and prosper. One day, the family would possess a powerful Archwitch... Every witch family strives toward this."

"However, our family is already close to realizing this dream." She smiled at Jiang Han.

Jiang Han nodded. "Mm, I'll keep working hard. Does one need to be an Archwitch to qualify to develop Folded Space?"

Jiang Xuan said, "Don't worry. Being close is enough to qualify. This qualification simply means that as long as you meet the minimum standard of being close to an Archwitch, you can remain basically safe inside and calmly handle any strange natural phenomena you encounter. On average, one Archwitch can protect at least ten Weak Witches. Ordinary witches can protect even more."

Going to sea was our family's ultimate goal.