Supernatural Simulation: All My Avatars Are S-Rank Witches

After transmigrating into a world overrun by ghost stories and anomalous creatures, Su Modie not only became a porcelain doll-like, beautiful yet fragile, sickly girl, but was also contained by the Salvation Organization under the classification of an S-Rank anomalous entity, imprisoned within a reinforced concrete fortress deep beneath the sea. Yet Su Modie didn’t mind, because she had discovered that as long as she closed her eyes, those witches condensed from fear, desire, and authority would open their bewitching eyes on the other side of the world. They were walking embodiments of forbidden beauty, and also the string puppets dancing at Su Modie’s fingertips. Each witch possessed a completely different form and ability. Complete missions, light up the skill tree, constantly upgrade and evolve. One after another, beautiful and powerful S-Rank witches emerged like bamboo shoots after the rain— “The Pleasure Witch immerses New York in a peach-colored abyss?” “The Fear-Devouring Witch gnaws the Golden Gate Bridge down to the last scrap?” “The Slaughter Witch rules the battlefield, weaving the enemy’s nightmares with threads of blood?” “The Domination Witch turns the organization’s executives into traitors, becoming her loyal dogs beneath her skirts?” Alarms blared in the radio broadcasts one after another. Employees whispered about Su Modie’s avatars, some in fear, some in admiration, and some in wariness. But they would never know that the true culprit behind it all was that uselessly cute girl chained and restrained, who did nothing all day except act spoiled, act adorable, and wait to be fed. Su Modie said nothing, only burying her face into the pillow, single-mindedly continuing her simulation game: “Let’s start a new account… This time I’ll try a different evolution path.”