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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1894

Chapter 1894: Armor Break

“She, why is she starting to take off her clothes?!” Bailing Ding said with a slight blush on her face. Although she had fought in very shameful underground arenas and worn very little, she had no experience of voluntarily undressing in front of everyone.

“No, she’s not taking off her clothes; she’s breaking her armor. That armor she’s wearing has a rapid armor-breaking and shedding function,” I said.

In my previous life, I had watched many anime and games where many bosses shed their armor when entering the second phase. For someone like Alicia, who could make her armor parts pop open with just a few taps, it was definitely pre-set for easy removal.

As expected, as the armor parts sprang open one by one, Alicia’s divine power aura surged. When the armor parts scattered on the ground, her momentum reached its peak.

Now, Alicia was only wearing a golden breastplate, a skirt armor, no leg armor extending past her knees, and armguards resembling gloves, all constituting a set of female armor.

The skirt armor was extremely short, just covering her hips. The breastplate was low-cut, revealing her back and navel, and it felt as if it were perfectly adhering to her skin.

This split-piece female armor was part of the original armor. However, after removing many parts, this form was revealed. Looking at its perfect fit, I guessed that the design of this armor already considered its form after armor breaking from the beginning.

Alicia’s perfect face, her shoulders and upper arms full of strength, her ample, fair upper chest, her abdomen with a small set of abs, and the alluring absolute territory of her thighs were all clearly visible.

This perfect body itself exuded an unnatural charm. Many audience members couldn’t help but rest their hands on the chairs in front of them, leaning forward. Some were so captivated that they were drooling without even realizing it.

Even Safah, a gangster boss with profound schemes and viciousness, couldn’t help but stand up shakily, staring at Alicia as if under an immense attraction. He even forgot that he had difficulty walking.

Elena frowned, sensing something was wrong. She pushed Safah back into his chair. He seemed to snap back to reality, breaking out in a cold sweat and saying, “What a terrifying charm! It must be hard for any man facing her to control themselves, right?”

But then he saw Jayad. He was still standing there. Although his face also showed a look of infatuation, he didn’t make any embarrassing displays. Instead, after appreciating her for a moment, he directly looked away.

“What strong willpower! And to think Jayad has become this strong. He used to fight in my underground matches and work as a bodyguard,” Safah exclaimed.

It wasn’t that he didn’t value talent. But Safah knew very well that a faction like his could absolutely not support such a powerful figure. Being able to forge a connection with these siblings was his greatest fortune. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been willing to lend them the Golden Scepter. Now, he could only sigh that it was a good thing he agreed back then and still had a favor owed.

At this moment, a heavy bell chimed from the high platform of the VIP seating. The somber bell instantly awakened all the audience members. When they realized their embarrassing states, they quickly returned to their seats.

This was precisely the organizer’s way of reminding them, preventing the audience from uncontrollably wanting to approach Alicia and leave their seats, which would cause chaos. Now, their awakened selves couldn’t help but feel a sense of lingering fear.

On the stage, Alicia looked at Jayad, who had recovered his composure after some time, and said, “Please rest assured, I don’t intend to strip completely. It’s just that to fully unleash the power of a goddess, I cannot hold back. I must become more like a goddess.”

“Is this allure the power of the goddess you mentioned? It is indeed very powerful. It’s hard for any man not to be moved,” Jayad praised.

However, he was actually unmovable. Jayad was best at controlling his spirit, and he had previously experienced the emotionless and desireless feeling of a higher-dimensional being in its Angel Form.

“Strictly speaking, it’s not complete yet. This is just a tiny bit of the power of Venus, the goddess of beauty, but it’s wonderful, isn’t it? If you help me, I can obtain the complete divine favor.” Alicia said.

“Then I’m very sorry, but I cannot help with that.” Jayad knew perfectly well that her so-called help meant going to bed. Only in this way could he fully obtain the divine favor of Venus, the goddess of beauty. Jayad naturally refused outright.

“There’s nothing I can do then. Although I don’t like using force, I’ll defeat you first and then we can talk.” Alicia said, taking out a round shield.

It was a golden round shield, convexly curved forward, engraved with many ancient reliefs. Alicia held a spear (actually a large arrow) in one hand and the round shield in the other.

At this moment, she was like those soldiers of Ancient Rome, or perhaps more fittingly, like a female warrior from an Ancient Greek city-state. As she equipped herself, Alicia’s divine power broke through a large gap, making me feel very threatened.

According to religious and theological views, churches adopted a series of costumes, behaviors, and customs to approach the gods and become more like the deity they believed in, thereby making it easier to accept the gods’ blessings.

Alicia’s current image reminded me of two gods, or rather, one: Athena, or in Rome, Minerva, the goddess of war in Athens. Alicia’s current appearance was like an Ancient Greek warrior from that time.

Legend had it that Athena was born from the head of her father, Zeus, holding a spear in her right hand and a shield in her left. Her weapons and armor embodied her status as the goddess of war.

The closer believers became to the gods, the more easily they could share the power bestowed by the gods. This resemblance was not just in appearance but also required in personality, temperament, behavior, and so on.

I didn’t know if Alicia resembled Minerva in other aspects, but the total amount of her divine power reached its peak as she collected her equipment. She now truly seemed like Minerva descended or an Avatar.

“This next opponent won’t be easy to deal with. I’m not proficient in controlling it yet, so be prepared to be injured. Goddess of wisdom, please grant me victory!” Alicia shouted. A valiant and resolute phantom image of a goddess appeared in mid-air and descended upon her.

Alicia’s eyes reflected golden light, and her skin and muscles flowed with a faint glow. Then, she raised her golden spear and charged towards Jayad.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!” The two clashed again. This time, Alicia didn’t have the support of her peculiar weapon. Instead, she had a slightly inferior spear and shield, but her power was even greater.

The spear and shield, enhanced by Minerva’s power, could also contend with the Holy Sword. Moreover, as one of the most common weapon combinations on ancient battlefields, spear-and-shield combat had developed very complete techniques. Alicia fought with increasing ferocity.


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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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