The familiar dizziness, the familiar blankness in her mind.
When Jiang Han woke up, she was already on the sofa at home. Her long boots were neatly placed beneath it, while her soft hat and coat rested on another sofa beside her.
In the end... she still hadn't built up her alcohol tolerance... She clutched her head and let out a gurgling little whimper, forcing herself upright.
Then she slumped back limply, sprawled there as she stared at the ceiling.
Yesterday, she had drunk nearly half a bottle of vodka. Before the dizziness overtook her, she had made it back to her empty home, used the last scrap of her awareness to lock the door, and then drifted off into a stupor.
"I shouldn't have let her provoke me. There's nothing wrong with being a green tea..." Jiang Han hated losing control—hated this floating sensation, and the intoxicated haze that followed the spinning in her head.
Fortunately, witches' evolutionary abilities were not limited to improving their various attributes. Even their drinking capacity improved, if only slightly.
Of course, many witches chose to take drugs that lowered their threshold for drunkenness, because what they pursued was precisely that faint, elusive sense of losing control. Like NTR, like the pleasure of stealing something forbidden—such was their nature.
Pulling her thoughts back, Jiang Han returned to her room, walked over to the bookshelf, and took out <Otherworlds, Folded Spaces, and Formula Book of Occupied Territories>.
Having finished an initial read-through earlier, it was now time to record the key points.
As a typical spellcasting race, every witch was a master of broad knowledge and exceptional memory. Their minds held enough knowledge to propel a medieval race forward for roughly a thousand years. Even a Weak Witch who lost herself in another world stood