"I'm stupid. I'm really stupid."
"I only knew the natives had no magic and were especially easy to bully, but I never expected her to be so powerful in close combat..."
Tears glistened in Jiang Han's eyes as she muttered to herself in a low voice, rambling on and on.
She lay on an enormous Sand Leopard sofa in casual clothes, lifting her top to reveal the belly beneath, marked by a scar.
This was precisely where transformation witches excelled. What should have been an injury on the level of being gutted had become nothing more than a shallow scar.
Before even undoing her transformation, Jiang Han had still been lively enough to eat some ultra-premium dragon meat gifted by another witch out of gratitude.
—Though revival was simple, accidental death did not count as a workplace injury. Ordinary witches simply could not sign contracts that included workplace injury coverage!
After work, Miss Kang Xuezhen from the group had also invited Jiang Han to her home for a meal of homemade braised pork, again out of gratitude.
This slightly scatterbrained-looking older sister stood with one hand on her hip and bent over to look at Jiang Han, her smile bright as sunshine.
"Now you know how powerful hero units are, right? Will you dare do it again next time?"
Though she wanted to say she would not, Jiang Han felt the pain in her lower belly and nearly burst into tears. She shook her head miserably.
"I'm changing classes. I'm changing builds. I'm playing sniper."
Kang Xuezhen, who looked like an older sister, made a soft sound and took out a tube of ointment from behind her back.
She briskly dabbed a little ointment onto her hand.
The ointment was very "transparent." It was some kind of orange, yet exceptionally