It's strange. Ever since a series of white text appeared on her retina, Grace hadn't seen the rolling darkness in the hallway, which was like ink, and those swirling snake spirits that seemed to twist and turn in front of her, ready to devour her at any moment. The hallway now appeared empty and somewhat old, but as Grace walked on it and felt the wooden floors creaking and slightly fluctuating, she couldn't help but feel at ease. She was well aware that if she hadn't passed the test earlier, the Marshland would definitely be her final resting place. It was only because she had become a member of the Nightmare Legion that the hotel had completely opened itself to her and would no longer pose a threat. Her emotions became complicated. She had originally hoped to completely rid herself of the identity of a witch, but now she found herself in a dilemma and didn't know what to do next. Following the instructions from the white text on her retina, she could now use her mind to access hidden menus and check her personal status. These words that could appear and disappear at will once again told her that everything she had experienced before was not illusory, but existed palpably in this world. Could it be that she really couldn't go back to the past anymore? Well, since she had already decided to ask the devil apostle about gathering the witches, she might as well ask about her own future as well. She didn't think the apostle would blame her. As she descended the stairs, Grace couldn't help but feel sentimental. The large and spacious hotel in her eyes turned out to be just a small two-story building with a total of eight guest rooms, excluding herself. Six of the rooms had their doors open and were empty, and the last room naturally belonged to the devil apostle. Of course, she would never lose her respect for the devil apostle just because the building was modest. On the contrary, it was precisely because of this that she was even more in awe of the incredible power possessed by this small building. After all, yesterday she had barely glanced at the shadow of a cloak, and her soul had almost left her body. If it hadn't been for the timely intervention of the devil apostle, she would already be a walking corpse, with her spirit lost. Grace cautiously arrived at the closed room on the first floor. She decided to wait here for now. She didn't have the courage to knock on the door herself. After all, no one could say for sure what the true nature of the apostle, who appeared as a black-haired young man on the surface, really was. Ten minutes later, Wu Xian was awakened by a pressing need to urinate. Muttering to himself, he opened the door and planned to go to the public toilet at the end of the hallway to relieve himself. Yes, the room he was currently staying in didn't have a private bathroom, so he had turned it into a bedroom. He couldn't possibly let his guests go out in the middle of the night to use the toilet. But when he opened the door, he found a faintly reeking black figure squatting at the doorway, which startled him. What the hell are you doing here for no reason? Couldn't this wait until tomorrow? Don't you know that scaring people can scare them to death? "Respected apostle, I'm sorry to disturb you. If I understand correctly, you want to provide shelter for more witches, right? How will they be treated?" Grace asked directly as soon as she opened the door. Since she entered this small building, she had felt that its owner didn't like procrastination or hesitation. To give an analogy, at the moment just before she was recognized by the Nightmare Legion, she had never received any hints. Everything had to rely on her own comprehension and decisive judgment to obtain. If she hadn't had the courage to take a step out of the room before dawn, it would mean that she was not suitable for this place, and she didn't deserve to pay the price to spend a day in such a great and mysterious building. Therefore, when the devil apostle seemed to know that she was standing guard at the door and came out to meet her, Grace directly stated her purpose. Wu Xian, "... to be honest, he greatly admired the consistency of this young girl. She seemed to have completely immersed herself in the role she was playing and had forgotten about her true identity." In fact, this was not good and not worth promoting.It's just a game. If we treat illusions as reality, it will inevitably affect our daily lives. However, this also reflects her exceptional intelligence from another perspective. Could it be that this girl sensed his intention to send her away and wanted to attract more companions to stay here in exchange for a few more days? That won't work! If they were discovered, he would have no way to explain her origins. If the police mistook him for a human trafficker, it would be terrible. You better go back home and stay in a cool place. Wu Xian regained his composure and calmly replied, "In my eyes, witches are no different from ordinary people. They will all receive the hotel's heartfelt hospitality. Of course, the price they have to pay will not be excessively high. I guarantee that it will be within their affordability, and there may even be surprises. As for you, Grace, I know that despite your young age, you have endured too much suffering. But you must remember, although there are many hardships in the world, there will always be someone who laughs in the end. But if you give up halfway, you will lose all future possibilities. Promise me, return to your original path, and you will gain not only confidence but everything that goes along with it!" This was his gentle way of telling her as a performer that girls of her age should prioritize their studies and not run away from home again. Of course, it's not a problem to introduce some friends to come and stay for tourism. They will enjoy a discount of at least 20%, which is quite generous. Grace fell silent for a while and finally responded, "I understand." "Returning to your original path will bring you not only confidence but everything that goes along with it!" Unexpectedly, this devil apostle not only answered the purpose of recruiting witches - it should be the same as her, selecting potential candidates for the Nightmare Legion - but even if it failed, there would be no danger to their lives, only a price within their affordability. And he even took the initiative to answer her doubts - whether or not to give up everything related to witches and become an ordinary person again. "Returning to your original path" - could it really mean for her to abandon her identity as a witch and return to her family? In her half-year of wandering, she had been struggling with this. Was she only using the method of removing witch abilities as a means to sustain herself, perhaps only this way could she have the courage to continue walking in the dark corners while licking her wounds. Although she knew early on that both her family and parents had expelled her and completely cut ties with her...and even if she appeared near the family, she would probably be reported immediately. But she was not willing to accept that and has always had fantasies. After all, how much her father loved her back then, maybe if she was no longer a witch, then... [Ding! Would you like to give up your identity as a witch and return to your family?] [yes/no] When Grace saw this message pop up on her retina, she was completely stunned.