Facing a top-tier witch's desperate last stand.
Facing Lilith's all-out scheming.
Facing Angelite's fight to the death.
That was Jiang Han's state right now—brimming with fighting spirit, ablaze!
As the saying went:
"You can lose to anyone but XX!"
In Jiang Han's current context, XX stood for the team of aliases consisting of Ms. Xuan, Ms. Pinyuan, and Ms. Zhaojun... That was right—Jiang Han had privately named them the "Alias Team"! Look at it: Xuan, Pinyuan, Zhaojun—they all sounded like the sort of aliases women used for themselves, much like Qiumei, Xinxue, or Ying, names often used by women writing books.
In short, she could lose to anyone but them!
With her fighting spirit roused, Jiang Han's cat brain spun at top speed, nearly boiling over...
Splat...
Jiang Han touched the warm blood and brain matter that had burst from her eye socket, then casually used magic power to repair the computational parts of her brain—witch bodies were amazing, weren't they?
Know yourself and know your enemy.
She came to a conclusion: there was no shortage in this world of creatures like cats—terrible at things, yet with no sense of their own limits. What if Ms. Pinyuan and Ms. Xuan were both terrible at fishing? Wouldn't that mean the cats did not need to specially prepare at all?
Jiang Han did not spare a thought for Lin Zhaojun, because Ms. Zhaojun's fishing skill was on the same level as her trash talk: lousy, yet addicted. Back then, if the Absolute City Four Heroes had not relied on four mouths, eight hands, and eight legs—fighting while spraying insults—they probably could not have gained the upper hand even against Du Lingxuan alone.
You knew that damn Harper Chronicles, right? The protagonist of that book was named Harry Potter, and his father, Little