"I Became a Witch, but Now Everyone's in Love with Me!"

Chapter 43: A Witch’s Eyes Can Really Kill!

Jiang Cha had read about the Space Witch Islands long ago—but nothing had prepared her for the sheer scale of what she now saw.
How to describe this Witch Island, where science fiction and fantasy collide?
Only numbers could begin to express the shock she felt.

Technology City No. 002—the 78th artificial Witch Island—is located on the third orbital ring of the eighth star system in Exploration Galaxy No. 738, a staggering 57,000 light-years from the solar system.
Its diameter is 1.24 times that of Earth, though its mass is roughly the same.
But make no mistake:
It’s not a planet.
It’s an island.
A floating, artificial sky island orbiting the stars like a planet, rotating naturally along its trajectory.

From a bird’s-eye view, it looked like the kind of floating continent you'd see in 21st-century fantasy novels—only massive. And real.
The architecture resembled that of European castles, yet everything gleamed in silver and white, evoking a sleek sci-fi aesthetic. Only a few public areas—squares, parks, and fountains—retained the “ancient” charm of marble and greenery to give this vast mechanical world a trace of human warmth.
"Well? Shocked?"
Jasmine watched the dazed girl, a hand over her mouth as she smiled.

"Yeah… it's overwhelming."
To someone raised here, this might seem ordinary.
But to Jiang Cha—someone who’d lost her memory and carried outdated human instincts—this was mind-breaking.
A single portal had catapulted her from crumbling alleyways to the vast cosmos—beyond the edge of anything she could imagine.

She almost cried.
Words failed her, so she just nodded, blankly echoing Jasmine’s question.
"It’s amazing. For a second there, I felt like life was... beautiful."

Like a city-dweller suddenly waking in a boundless grassland—the awe was so vast it multiplied a hundredfold inside her.
If not for her rationality, grounded by inherent magic, she might’ve fallen to her knees sobbing.
“Is it really that dramatic?”

“Sister Jasmine, do you know…?”
She understood Jasmine’s skepticism, but couldn’t conjure the perfect smile or response to charm her.
Instead, she simply stood on the street, staring at the exposed starry sky above and the witches walking all around.
“Since waking up in this world, I’ve kept asking myself—why me? Why was I the one who got to start over?”
“But now… I think I get it.”

Jiang Cha’s smile was complicated—relieved, regretful, maybe even a little bitter.
“My new life doesn’t mean anything to the world. I’m not the multiverse’s savior. Whether I succeed or fail, it won’t matter on that scale.”
“I should just be grateful. This is a chance to start over. I can pick a goal that truly suits me—something grounded—and go after it.”

“Have you found that goal?”
Jasmine had never seen Jiang Cha open up like this. She was touched—and curious.
But the girl didn’t answer right away. Her leather shoes tapped lightly on the metal street. She gave Jasmine’s hand a gentle squeeze.
Then turned, eyes aglow beneath the vast starry canopy.

“Nope.”
She stretched. Her smile was relaxed, even joyful.
Jasmine blinked in surprise, then chuckled. “Shouldn’t you be making a big declaration or something right about now?”

“But I don’t have any big dreams…”
The girl mock-frowned in pretend frustration, then walked ahead with her hands behind her back, glancing over her shoulder with a cheerful grin.
“So I’ll just keep walking for now. I’ll figure it out.”

“Life’s long. No need to rush.”
“That’s very you... Alright then, confused little witch—what now?”
“Take the test, go home, and hit the books.”

“Excellent.”
Jasmine snapped her fingers—then frowned.
“Now please stop radiating so much charm! The witches around us are practically eating me alive with their eyes!”

…
To be fair, everything about Jiang Cha was irresistibly cute.
Her voice was soft, sometimes charmingly deep.

Her petite figure—somewhere between girl and young lady—fit perfectly into this society with a fondness for youthful aesthetics.
Her every gesture had a natural loveliness, the kind that felt unforced. She didn’t try to act sweet—it just came through in her movements, in the way she looked at people.
And now, she was holding hands with Jasmine.

The witches walking by were practically shooting daggers at her. Literal magical pressure hung in the air.
Yes—witches could literally kill with their eyes. Mental magic through sheer glare alone.
So Jasmine really was under siege.

“…Hey.”
“You little gremlin! You’re doing this on purpose!”
Bonk. Jasmine gave Jiang Cha a light knock on the head.

Her initial wonder had been genuine, sure—but the little gestures afterward?
Total mischief. She’d wanted to mess with her.
“Come on, Sister Jasmine, don’t be mad…”

The girl rubbed her head with teary puppy-dog eyes, lips trembling like she was about to cry. Even knowing she was faking it, you couldn’t stay mad.
Even if you could resist her, the judging stares {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} from everyone around would break your resolve.
This wasn’t Academy Island. This was the City of Science and Technology, where 7 out of 10 passersby were top-class witches—and the rest might be their apprentices.

Every glance here carried serious magical weight.
Luckily for Jiang Cha, Jasmine was a top-tier witch too.
Anyone else would’ve ended up on their knees.