Tunzuo surveyed the furnishings in Olivia’s room.
By all logic, there should be at least a few precious antique ornaments on display—
The kind used to prop up an aristocratic young lady’s facade, with the motto “true beauty is found in simplicity” and a preference for elegant, understated decor.
Tunzuo had assumed that even if Olivia had a personality like Xue Baochai, her room would not be too shabby.
Besides, in Tunzuo’s understanding, Olivia’s character leaned more toward Wang Xifeng—
Astute, controlling, and almost identical except for the lack of shrewishness.
Wherever she went, there would be gold, silver, pearls, and finery, a blazing fire of extravagance.
So her room should have been supremely luxurious.
But when Tunzuo actually stepped into Olivia’s room, she realized it was completely different from what she had imagined.
There was no expected splendor, no hidden lavishness.
Olivia’s room was simple—
So simple it was almost shabby.
It did not resemble the quarters of a noble daughter;
Rather, it seemed like the room of an ordinary woman from a common family.
A bed, a desk, a few chairs, a wardrobe, and several simple potted plants of unknown varieties—
That was all the belongings.
The colors were monotonous, white and light brown occupying most of the space.
The decor could not have been more straightforward.
“Naiya, are you sure the truth Olivia is hiding is in this room?”
Tunzuo turned to Naiya, her eyes sweeping across the room.
“Relax, young master. The truth is right here in this narrow space, but it should be you who uncovers it.”
Naiya’s voice carried obvious mischief, clearly ready to watch the show.
Tunzuo raised an eyebrow.
Since Naiya said so, the answer was probably right in plain sight.
So Tunzuo walked slowly to the desk and looked at the neatly stacked notebooks.
There were several dozen in all, arranged meticulously in chronological order.
Tunzuo’s expression was complicated.
She reached out and picked up the notebook closest to her.
The paper was yellowed and curled, the corners heavily worn—
Obviously it had been frequently read and used.
Just as Tunzuo was about to open the notebook, a violent palpitation suddenly struck her.
As if facing death.
Tunzuo’s instinct rejected the notebook in her hand, trying to stop her from confronting the truth, trying to stop her from facing those cruel realities that would make even a witch sick to her stomach.
‘Don’t open it…’
‘Don’t open it…’
It was a resistance that came from her very soul, like a living creature’s instinctive aversion to death.
This was Tunzuo’s instinct screaming.
But Tunzuo’s resolve was not shaken.
The stronger her instinct resisted, the more it proved the truth was recorded in the notebook.
Tunzuo had had enough of being deceived.
She didn’t want to be led by the nose like a penned lamb, believing she was wandering free while Olivia held the leash.
‘I want to see what that perverted dragon has been hiding.’
Tunzuo gritted her teeth and snapped open the notebook in her hand.
But the very first sentence that caught her eyes made Tunzuo’s gaze freeze and her pupils contract sharply.
On the first page, in neat, elegant handwriting, it read:
[Target for Strategy: Tunzuo.
Personality Analysis:
Aloof and sensitive, probably a bit tsundere.
Strategy: Phase One—Establish conflict to attract attention.
Note:
She’s like a cat with its fur standing on end.
I need to leave an impression—
Good or bad, it doesn’t matter—so she notices me, making it easier to build a future relationship.]
After reading this passage, Tunzuo’s brow furrowed deeply and her breathing grew rapid.
She continued reading.
The rest were records of Olivia’s habits and personality, incredibly detailed.
“Wakes up at seven in the morning. Doesn’t like being woken by other witches. Has serious morning crankiness. Enjoys sleeping in.”
“Prefers soft foods for breakfast, dislikes overly greasy things. Has a great appetite and eats a lot in one sitting.”
“Naps usually from 12:30 to 2:30. Sleeps curled up hugging a pillow like a cat lacking a sense of security.”
Tunzuo read slowly—
So slowly it was as if she were trying to pry every single word off the page.
But those words, those characters, stabbed into her brain like red-hot steel needles through her eyes.
The notebook rustled as she flipped through it.
Passages of black ink on white paper flashed before Tunzuo’s eyes.
At first, Tunzuo managed to pull herself together, trying to argue that this was just a prank by Naiya and Olivia.
But as page after page turned, Tunzuo’s heart grew colder and colder.
The further she went, the faster she flipped.
After hastily finishing the notebook in her hand, Tunzuo’s hand trembled and the notebook dropped to the floor.
Tunzuo didn’t pick it up.
Instead, her shaking hand grabbed another notebook and continued reading.
One.
Two.
One after another.
Notebook after notebook was flipped through at lightning speed and then thrown mercilessly to the ground.
The once-neat room was now a complete mess.
The open notebooks lay scattered like dead butterflies.
After reading one-third of the notebooks on the desk, Tunzuo’s sanity finally reached its limit.
The words on those pages were no longer just ink—
They had turned into mocking faces, revealing the thousand calculations hidden beneath Olivia’s exquisite features.
“Ahhh—!!!”
Overwhelmed by the blow, Tunzuo finally cracked.
She let out a pained roar, then flung both arms, sweeping all the remaining notebooks off the desk.
Crash—!
The neatly stacked notebooks scattered across the floor, pages flying everywhere.
Tunzuo pressed her hands heavily against the desktop, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Her nails scraped the wood.
She lowered her head, her chest heaving violently, a wheezing sound like a broken bellows escaping her throat.
Tunzuo clenched her teeth, refusing to cry.
But the tears would not obey her.
Her upper and lower jaws trembled violently from the emotional impact.
Saliva dripped messily onto the desk, mixing with tears and soaking into the wood grain.
‘False…’
‘All of it is false…’
‘Everything—everything is fake!’
All those earlier clashes full of conflict, those later interactions that seemed prickly yet warm, even the occasional fatigue and vulnerability Olivia had shown…
All of it was a carefully laid plan to win her over!
Everything was a play Olivia had written for her!
She was just the actress following the predetermined script in Olivia’s story.
Warmth, friendliness, even disgust…
All of it was performed for her to see!
“Why! Why!!!”
In unbearable pain, Tunzuo clutched her head and let out a piercing shriek toward the ceiling.
Despair and rage transformed her grief into a terrifying attack.
Bang!—!
Every window in the room shattered at once, glass shards spraying outward like rain.
Emotionally broken, Tunzuo’s sanity finally snapped.
The shadow magic within her began to run wild, and her humanity gradually lost control of the Chaotic authority.
The Ghost Witch’s body began to undergo a horrific transformation.
Tunzuo’s slender limbs suddenly swelled.
Countless blood-red eyeballs opened across her skin, spinning madly.
Twisted tentacles burst forth from her body, flailing wildly in the air.
A series of abyssal mouths full of teeth appeared on Tunzuo’s frame, growling with greed.
Her human rationality was rapidly fading.
In its place came the madness of Chaos and disorder.
Just as Tunzuo was about to fall completely into Chaos, a huge, complex rune of the Men Zhishi appeared out of thin air on the ceiling.
Rainbow-colored light cascaded down like a waterfall, forcefully suppressing the chaotic aura erupting from Tunzuo, and using spatial confinement to seal the terrifying magical fluctuations within the room, not letting a single trace leak out.
Yuge, through the contract of servitude, forcibly projected his presence beside Tunzuo.
In the hollow eye sockets, ghostly blue flames burned fiercely.
His hands pressed hard down on Tunzuo, who was frenzied and mutating.
“Naiya! What the hell are you doing?!”
Yuge snapped at Naiya, who was still clinging to Tunzuo’s face.
“Weren’t you supposed to protect the young master’s humanity?! Then why is her humanity wavering so badly now?! Look at her—she’s about to return to the origin of Chaos!”
Seeing Tunzuo spiraling out of control, even Naiya, the usual troublemaker, panicked.
The smile on the Pale Mask twisted and stiffened.
“How was I supposed to know the truth would hit her this hard?! I thought she would just cry a little, or throw a tantrum—who knew her sanity would hit zero?! If I’d known, I wouldn’t have started this! Dead Bubble, think of something fast!”
Looking at his unreliable colleague, Yuge didn’t have time to lose his temper at Naiya.
The situation was dire.
The Chaotic aspect within Tunzuo was awakening.
If they didn’t control it, it wouldn’t just be the dormitory—
Even Han Hai Cheng could be erased in an instant!
“Release the aspect suppression!”
Yuge made a snap decision, his voice cold and hard.
“Accelerate the young master’s mana consumption! Reduce the impact of mana on her humanity anchor! Only by draining the flood can she stabilize again!”
Hearing this, Naiya had no choice but to grit her teeth and agree.
“Fine! Dead Bubble, I’ll listen to you!”
The next second, the scene in the room twisted.
Yuge and Naiya stopped maintaining their disguises, revealing partial true projections of the Men Zhishi and the God of a Thousand Faces’ aspects.
Countless rainbow bubbles appeared behind Yuge, while Naiya turned into a mass of pitch-black chaotic mist.
Two powerful aspects connected to Tunzuo’s body, frantically siphoning and consuming the mana reserves within her.
“Roar—!”
Tunzuo let out a strange, guttural howl.
The tentacles and mouths on her body began to attack the projections of Yuge and Naiya wildly.
That was exactly what Yuge and Naiya wanted.
They needed Tunzuo to expend as much mana as possible.
Finally, after consuming about half of Tunzuo’s mana reserves, the destructive, world-ending malice began to subside.
The blood-red eyeballs closed one by one on Tunzuo’s body.
The twisted tentacles withdrew back inside.
The mouths vanished.
The madness in Tunzuo’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by endless blankness and exhaustion.