"Today's work is for tomorrow's survival. Today's overtime is for tomorrow's future."
"These are all opportunities to learn... You need to reflect on why this is the only kind of work you can find. Think about what you've brought to the company."
"Young witches need to learn how to endure hardship. In today's society, be grateful to your company for not laying you off."
"..."
With every step Nightmare Anjie took, all manner of blasphemous, filthy words issued from her safe. A black-and-gold slime-like substance seeped through the cracks of that luxurious, exquisite safe. They resembled centipedes with human faces—some faces were cold and indifferent, some sweet, some bore the visage of a motherly witch. Every one of them was twisted. Every one of them was hideous.
These human-faced centipedes made all kinds of sounds, some stern, some gentle, yet every one was revolting, every one causing pain from the depths of the heart.
The beautiful face of Nightmare Anjie lacked the reassuring air the Final Witch usually possessed. In its place was something:
Evil and uncanny.
"So this is what a witch's nightmare manifests as? It really is..."
Lin Qiang had stopped coughing as well. Her previously calm voice brimmed with pleasure and excitement, carrying a touch of the inhuman madness of a scientist—though the next moment, she sounded rational again.
"Destroy it. Simply for using the Final Witch's face, it has committed a capital crime against all otherworldly creatures. Punish it!"
"..."
Chen Ligu, Chu Yujun... and Qiao Rou as well—the three witches all hesitated slightly.
Even knowing that the nightmare was entirely fabricated, seeing the Final Witch approach them with such eerie grace still made the witches tremble from the bottom of their hearts, to the point that their hesitation nearly affected the battle.
At the same