The Book of Seasoned Witch

"Click," the witch's black mask slowly slid from the girl's mouth. Only then did they notice it was a gag that reached deep into her throat. As a long, black, solidified rubber tube, slick with the witch's viscous saliva, slid out with a gagging sound, another fleshy thing emerged: her tongue, an astonishing two meters long! The leaders and soldiers present had never seen anything like it and took a step back. But the experiment continued. The witch, as if finally freed, closed her eyes, savoring the long-lost ease in her throat, and then she smiled... "She's smiling!" Just as Leibniz was stunned, a loud "bang" startled everyone present. In an instant, the witch impaled the rabbit with her tongue, splattering blood onto the glass. The next second, the rabbit convulsed and turned into essence, and a black mass slid down the tongue into the witch's small mouth, leaving behind only a deformed skeleton. The witch then retracted her tongue, licked her lips with normal length, and looked back at the people in front of the glass. The onlookers watched the horrifying scene, except for Dr. Crush, who was laughing excitedly. They were already terrified, and when they saw the witch looking in their direction, they couldn't help but tremble. "Bang!" A tongue slammed against the glass, making a dull thud and leaving a small dent. "What! Is this thing trying to kill us! Crush!" "Bang bang bang!" More consecutive impacts, seemingly about to shatter the glass wall! "Crush!" "Oh oh oh oh oh! Ladies and gentlemen, please observe!" Crush lightly pressed a red button. Suddenly, the sound of machinery whirring filled the air. The flow rate of the liquid in the tube connected to the witch's anus suddenly accelerated. The witch, named Catlan, her pupils contracting violently, immediately retracted her tongue and curled her entire body. Her small frame trembled uncontrollably, and she tried to vomit, but nothing came out. "No matter how you struggle, that device won't stop, Catlan the Gluttonous!" Crush's voice transmitted through the microphone, but Catlan, bound within, couldn't pay attention. Her body writhed, but the steel cables restraining her limbs rendered her immobile. The bloating pain in her anus was almost unbearable, and the inescapable agony constantly stimulated her. "This is the Witch of Gluttony, Catlan, a name I gave her, of course." Crush turned, saliva dripping from his split lips. "Her stomach is a bottomless pit, capable of quickly digesting any creature she consumes, converting them into magic power. But because of this, if we administer a high-power enema with sodium silicate gel through her anus, she simply cannot tolerate the feeling of her abdomen being filled. And since she constantly digests things she doesn't want to, she's perpetually tormented by the nauseating sensation of her stomach expanding and then contracting, wanting to vomit but unable to. At the same time, her hands are tightly bound. As a witch, like this, she cannot gather magic power or cast spells. Therefore, the magic power within her has nowhere to go, and it can only explode within her body, causing her extreme agony. Oh oh oh oh oh, this is the price of gluttony, and it's how we successfully contain her!" Leibniz and Veins listened to his speech, swallowing simultaneously. Looking at Catlan, curled up and trembling within the glass container, they saw a completely different being from the fierce and terrifying witch moments before. They couldn't help but feel that Crush was a madman. They couldn't help but feel the terror of the organization called "Shou Mo." Veins glanced at Crush, then at the President, and leaned in to whisper, "What are your thoughts, Mr. Leibniz?" "Hmm... He's a lunatic, isn't he... But..." Leibniz fell into thought. He remembered that at some point, on this Earth, originally ruled by humans, these witches had appeared... They possessed strange but terrifying powers. Some witches might be weak, called Level 1 witches, but the highest, Level 5 or 6 witches, were said to possess the power to destroy the world. Moreover, it was rumored that some witches had extremely anti-human sentiments, and the Level 4 witch before them seemed to be one of them... Some witches, even with their human-like appearances, had infiltrated human society... Thus, an organization called "Shou Mo" emerged, seemingly capable of capturing and containing these witches... Although I am the president of a second-tier nation, I must do something... Moreover, these witches, perhaps they can be used for... Chapter 1 "Well, Mr. President, have you decided?" Crush, having subdued Catlan, who had collapsed to the ground in exhaustion and was now wearing the mask, turned to Leibniz with a peculiar, self-satisfied smile. "Ahem, Crush, first of all, I must say... you are a lunatic..." Leibniz looked at Crush's subtle expression, "However, I believe that since witches are so dangerous... we must do something... I hope your Shou Mo can complete your mission properly..." "Oh oh oh oh oh, Your Excellency, Mr. President, you are truly magnanimous... Come, let's continue inside, we have a few more little shows prepared for you..." The group disappeared into the tunnels of the underground fortress... The pitch-black night was illuminated only by faint starlight. The once bustling streets had lost their clamor, and rats bared their fangs in the dark corners. Towering buildings cast long shadows over the city. A concert poster on a dilapidated red brick wall, its adhesive failing, had been blown to the ground by the night wind, lying alone in a puddle. For some reason, Yulij couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. Perhaps it was the unfamiliarity of his old apartment, or perhaps the sounds of a couple arguing downstairs were bothering him. He habitually lay on the sofa, the lights off, watching boring videos on his phone. As a recent medical school graduate who had just found a job as a doctor's assistant at a small hospital, Yulij could only afford this old one-bedroom apartment. In the daily cycle, boredom had already permeated the young man's heart. At this moment, he thought: "I wish someone would come and change all of this..." "911, yes, this is it..." The man opened the heavy wooden door, and a damp smell assailed him, making him gag. But he still frowned and walked in, locking the door. "Sigh... If it weren't for... I wouldn't be here." The man said no more, carrying the large box in his hand to the bed. Upon closer inspection, the box was exquisitely crafted, with a sturdy, smooth metal frame and a black leather exterior with clear grain, gleaming with polish. Two intricate metal combination locks secured the box. It required inserting keys simultaneously and entering an 8-digit code (a total of 16 digits) to open. Keiguy raised an eyebrow and took out a ring full of keys from his pocket. "It seems to be these two... They say if you get it wrong, it'll never open again..." Keiguy thought, "Please don't be wrong..." The two keys fit perfectly, and the combination locks displayed the password input. Keinan entered the sequence X1XXX4XXXX8XX5XX, then turned the keys. With a click, the locks opened! "Alright! Next!" Keiguy pulled out the box's clasps and slowly opened it. As the box opened, a small light inside turned on, and a voice announced, "Welcome to using." Inside the box was a half