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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1438

Chapter 1438: The Function of the Armor

Older Brother Jayad had been trying to return to Human Form for a long time, but without any success. He was currently stuck in his Angel Form.
Because Otherworldly beings were everywhere here, we tried having Older Brother Jayad go out to see how people would react to him. We discovered that many people, including some Otherworldly beings, simply ignored his presence.
This was not good news. After nearly ascending once, Older Brother Jayad had one foot in the realm of higher-dimensional beings. Ordinary people with their Spirit Vision could no longer see him.
However, not everyone was unable to see him. Some who had practiced cultivation, while not very strong, could still see Jayad and reacted with obvious horror.
In his current state, Older Brother Jayad had six wings on his back, wore a yellow robe, was covered in tentacles from the waist down, and had a ferocious black mask on his face. His entire being screamed “dangerous person.”
Anyone with a bit of common sense would know not to provoke someone dressed like that on the street; it would be suicidal. It was even best to pretend not to see him or not to react too intensely.
So, some experienced individuals pretended not to see Jayad and walked past. Their acting was frankly terrible, their muscles tense enough for everyone to see.
The remaining hot-blooded youths, on the other hand, were so terrified that they screamed and fled, pointing at Jayad’s location and shouting about monsters. They were then mocked by a group of people who couldn’t see Jayad, who looked at them as if they were crazy.
What surprised me even more was that halfway through, a bizarre-looking person, entirely black with gold rings, limbs and neck unnaturally elongated, and a bird’s head, walked towards us from the distance.
This was also a being invisible to ordinary people. I occasionally saw such monsters on the street, but this one could see Older Brother Jayad. As it passed, it bowed to Older Brother Jayad, seemingly in greeting.
Older Brother Jayad, in turn, bowed back. The strange creature said nothing and floated away. Throughout the encounter, there was no direct communication between them.
After Older Brother Jayad returned, I felt the situation was dire. He had been recognized by those beings as one of their own, yet he was only half-formed. He couldn’t go out onto the street in this state. Anyone with slightly higher Spirit Vision would see his current appearance, causing immediate panic, and possibly even an Encirclement and Suppression.
Just then, Sebastian finally arrived at the underground street. Since the carriage couldn’t come in, he directed the factory workers to carry the armor. The residents of the underground street were very curious about them carrying a coffin.
As they entered, the workers showed no reaction, but Sebastian was startled to see Jayad. He forced himself to maintain a calm expression, but his feet were already prepared for Teleportation.
“Don’t be nervous, Mr. Sebastian, it’s me,” Jayad said proactively.
“It’s you? How did you become like this?” Sebastian asked, looking at Jayad in astonishment.
“Mr. Sebastian, who are you talking to?” the four workers asked Sebastian with uncertainty. In their eyes, no one was there, and they couldn’t even hear Jayad’s voice.
“It’s nothing. Everything you see and hear is normal,” Older Brother Jayad said softly. The four workers immediately returned to their usual demeanor, standing there blankly.
The delegation we brought out had been carefully selected. Before departing, they had all attended Older Brother Jayad’s Hastur’s Song concert and their perceptions could be modified by Jayad at will.
When Older Brother Jayad needed them to believe that the scene before them was normal, they would perceive it as normal. Even if they couldn’t hear Jayad’s voice, they would still instinctively follow his commands.
“So, you’ve also overused your Strength and completely mutated?” Sebastian quickly understood the situation; he had some knowledge regarding mutations.
“Well, it’s a long story. In short, I was ambushed and turned into this,” Older Brother Jayad said with some helplessness.
Our expedition could be considered a heavy loss. Due to a lack of prior investigation and investigation, and impulsively entering the sealed space, many accidents occurred along the way, and we were almost wiped out by Jarvis.
As a price, Vivian, Sherris, and I lost our first time. Lorna suffered too much, and could only slumber within my body. Older Brother Jayad was unable to revert from his Angel Form.
“So that’s why you wanted me to bring the Steam Armor. You want to use a suit of armor to conceal yourselves?” Sebastian’s mind worked quickly, and he immediately understood what we intended to do.
“Yes, this way we can at least move around outside. Hurry and bring out the armor,” I said anxiously. Sebastian then directed everyone to open the lid, and the exquisite armor was once again displayed before us.
This Hawk Armor was designed in the style of a raptor. The overall shape was streamlined, but the helmet and the extremities were designed to be very sharp, imitating a bird’s beak and an eagle’s talons, giving it a powerful yet agile appearance.
This armor was originally a sample brought to showcase to the New Energy Company. For us, it was merely an equipment carried along just in case of combat.
It hadn’t been used in combat, but now it was being used for an unexpected purpose. It was truly unforeseen, but I was fortunate to have brought the armor; otherwise, we would have had to stuff Older Brother Jayad into the carriage and take him back to the factory.
The next problem was how to get Older Brother Jayad into the armor. This armor was designed for humans, but the current Jayad had no hands or feet, and six large wings on his back. Getting him into it was a problem.
I seriously considered whether I should cut off Older Brother Jayad’s wings, but at that moment, Jayad told us to just open the armor.
Steam Armor is different from typical Knight Armor. Normal armor consists of many different components that need to be put on separately.
However, Steam Armor is often a single piece. Once opened, a person can enter, and then the parts can be closed. Therefore, Steam Armor usually needs to be custom-made to fit the Knight’s needs.
This Knight Armor opened from the front. The entire breastplate to crotch guard was a buckled structure that separated on the sides, and the leg guards opened along the center line.
Older Brother Jayad retracted all his tentacles into his yellow robe, folded his six wings, and curled himself into a ball. Then, he squeezed himself inside.
We were all dumbfounded. We never expected Older Brother Jayad to be able to do that. He appeared quite large in his Angel Form, but when curled into a ball, he could even fit into just the breastplate. For the Hawk Armor, which was designed to be rather slim, this was incredible.


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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