The Marshal's Transformation Journey

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Strang Holmes was the second Field Marshal of the Gistes Empire. His rank was inherited
from his father, Sacrofis Holmes.
Sacrofis Holmes was an upright and incorruptible soldier. His army was
invincible and disciplined. Sacrofis hoped that his son, Strang, would also become a
man who hated evil like himself. Strang did not disappoint him.
Strang, who was twenty-five years old this year, was nearly two meters tall. His strong muscles, coupled with his outstanding
looks inherited from his father, made him a rising star of the Gistes Empire. After the emperor betrothed his princess to him,
the marquises and earls still hoped that their daughters could marry Strang, even as concubines. They hoped to cling to this
golden thigh, and these noble ladies did not object to this. After all, no woman could refuse a man like Strang
. But Strang was not interested in this.
There were many things that could interest Strang. He loved fighting and the game of swords. He loved good food and
enjoyed studying cooking techniques... but women were the only thing that couldn't capture his attention.
He hated the weak, women he could easily lift with one hand. He'd rather carry his twenty-kilogram
greatsword and run three laps around the imperial capital than spend time with any frail woman and talk about
love.
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The imperial capital was still bathed in sunshine. Si Zhuang was training with his personal guard in the training grounds outside the city
. After he completed five hundred push-ups without breaking a sweat, the soldiers cheered him on
.
"When will we be as strong as the Marshal?" asked one of
the soldiers in Si Zhuang's personal guard, named Diesel.
"Don't dream, Diesel. It's talent, it's genetics. The Marshal could do five thousand push-ups without getting out of breath,"
replied another soldier in the guard, Ivo.
Their whispers didn't escape Sizhuang's keen hearing. He said nothing; he felt the soldiers
' respect for him would boost troop cohesion, and besides, he enjoyed the compliments and
admiration for his muscular physique.
Although Sizhuang had surpassed his father to become the strongest man in the empire, he hadn't slacked off
in training. After all, the world was vast, and the Gistes Empire wasn't the only country. In places Sizhuang hadn't yet
set foot in , there might be beings stronger than himself.
After instructing his 50 personal guards on today's training, Sizhuang stepped to the front of the formation.
"Don't disperse after today's training. The witch remnants' hideout has been located; we're about to
begin a long-awaited mission."
In Sizhuang's world, magic and martial arts existed. Magic could only be used by certain women, while martial arts
were not gender-restricted. The Gistes Empire was a nation of martial arts enthusiasts; even housewives could use a spatula to perform a few simple slashes
—commoner martial arts. Magic is strictly forbidden in the Gisteis Empire. Women who use magic are called
witches, and once discovered, they are hunted down by the army. Captured witches are subjected to
inhumane before being imprisoned in special witch facilities for experimentation and modification.
Witches are women who have fallen into darkness, offering their souls to demons in exchange for
the ability to use evil magic, which brings immense disaster to the world. This is
common knowledge known to every citizen of the Gisteis Empire. Of course, Sizhuang is also a citizen, and he firmly believes in this.
Sizhuang has arrested over 300 witches to date; it can be said that
he . After all, witches possess powerful magic, and even those skilled in martial arts cannot withstand flames,
lightning, or hurricanes. Only someone as powerful as Sizhuang can
defeat and capture witches and their servants despite their fierce resistance.
"We've almost wiped out the witch forces within the Empire. This might be the last witch hunt
. The remaining witches are the most powerful, and I can't imagine how strong their resistance will be this time.
Please adjust your mindset and proceed with caution."
After Si Zhuang's speech, most of the soldiers seemed eager to try. They had all participated in witch hunts before
, and in their eyes, no matter how powerful a witch was, she was nothing compared to Marshal Si Zhuang. Some were
already fantasizing about how they would punish the witches they captured, after all, each witch possessed extraordinary
beauty.
"A reminder to everyone, this is the last mission. Be prepared for a tough fight. Everyone
, disperse and pack your gear. Return here in 20 minutes. Dismissed!" "Yes, sir!...!!" After the soldiers stood at attention in response to Si Zhuang's order, they began packing their equipment
, each with their own thoughts . Si Zhuang also went to the supply room in the training ground and began selecting the equipment he would take. First, there's the weapon. Si Zhuang is skilled with greatswords as large as doors, and the 20-kilogram greatsword [Ti] is his standard weapon. This sword is made of special material; the blade is forged from Dionite. Swords made of Dionite are heat-resistant, cold-resistant, and electrical-resistant, and also possess a certain degree of magical resistance, making them practically weapons specifically for dealing with witches. Si Zhuang will rely on it for this mission. "Two health potions, one whirlwind potion, one earth potion, and I've also brought rations. Alright, that's it." After packing his supplies for small-scale operations, Si Zhuang carried his greatsword and headed towards the training ground. Upon arriving at the training ground, Si Zhuang found many soldiers already assembled and chatting. They were mostly discussing the same old topics: where to relax after today's mission, how beautiful the witch they captured would be, and so on. Shaking his head, Si Zhuang walked towards his personal guard captain, Lottie. Lottie was a veteran who had fought alongside Si Zhuang's father for many years. Although he was Si Zhuang's subordinate, Si Zhuang held only trust and respect for this handsome, half-white-haired senior. "Mr. Lottie, are the anti-magic collars ready?" "Young Master Si Zhuang, all 30 sets of anti-magic collars issued by the Alchemist's Guild are on." The old captain bowed and said slowly. "Thank you for your trouble, sir. If we can completely resolve the witch's problem today, our efforts will have been worthwhile ." "Everyone has seen your efforts, young master, but please don't push yourself too hard. The witch's abilities are unpredictable ; please be extra careful today."

Si Zhuang nodded, raised his greatsword, and stood at the front of the ranks, waiting for the soldiers to assemble.
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Night fell.
Si Zhuang and his fifty personal guards left their horses in the bushes by the river and, under cover of darkness, crossed the bridge,
arriving at the Jade Belt Town mentioned in the intelligence.
Jade Belt Town, named for its location on the Jade Belt River, was one of countless small
towns . Thanks to the river, commerce was relatively developed, and the people's standard of living
was moderate. Even at night, several shops were still lit, and the sounds of patrons drinking could be heard from within.
Si Zhuang led the way, the other soldiers following behind. Their stealth-based martial arts made their figures indistinct
as they advanced along the riverbank, eventually reaching the wall behind the town.
Si Zhuang extended his index and middle fingers, pointing upwards, then brought them together and placed them flat against his chest.
After giving
Once on the wall, Si Zhuang conducted a cursory reconnaissance of the surroundings. Confirming it was safe, he gave new instructions to the soldiers below
: he extended the index and middle fingers of both hands, pointing upwards simultaneously.
The guards, one by one, crouched and jumped, and in less than five minutes, all
fifty soldiers had crossed the wall and entered Jade Belt Town.
To ensure secrecy, Si Zhuang did not notify the town's administrators beforehand; facing
such a mysterious and unpredictable enemy as the witch, no amount of caution was excessive.
From the end of Jade Belt Town, across a street, lay the location of the witch's lair, the Jade Belt Town
Trading Company .
This time, Si Zhuang extended three fingers, making a circle, and the soldiers split into three groups: one went to the main entrance,
one to the top of the trading company, and the third followed Si Zhuang in through the back door.
Thirty seconds later, the three teams simultaneously stormed into the building.
Unexpectedly, Si Zhuang and his group encountered little resistance; the interior of the trading company was eerily quiet.
After searching three areas of the building, the three teams exchanged clues.
Si Zhuang led the way, standing before the entrance to the basement.
The iron door to the basement had already been opened, revealing not the expected deep tunnel, but
a strange door surrounded by purple light behind it.
"I think the witches are hiding behind that door. I'll go in and check it out first; if everything's alright, we'll all rush in together,"
Si Zhuang said.
"Young Master Si Zhuang, this might be a trap. I should scout ahead."
"Loti, alright. Don't you trust my abilities? If I can't come back, this mission
won't succeed."
With that, Si Zhuang took out the Gale and Earth Potions from his waist and drank them all at once. Blue and yellow
light flashed across Si Zhuang's body, his muscles seemed to take on a rocky hue, and a faint breeze seemed
to rustle .
Then, Si Zhuang stepped into the room with his right foot. Sensing nothing amiss, he pushed off with his right foot,
followed by his left, and held his sword to his chest in a defensive stance, entering the purple doorway.
Just then, the purple light slowly vanished from the sight of Loti and the other soldiers outside, leaving behind
an empty basement and a group of bewildered onlookers.
Inside, Si Zhuang encountered no traps or attacks; he found only a simple room.
The wooden furniture emitted a pleasant fragrance. There were bookshelves, a bed, a desk and chair—nothing else
. Even so, the small room was crammed full, creating a warm yet cramped atmosphere.
To Si Zhuang, it seemed like an ordinary girl's room, evidenced by the neatly folded pink bedding and
the collected .
The absence of the usual eerie magic circle and magical attacks puzzled Si Zhuang.
"Welcome, Mr. Si Zhuang. I knew it would be you,"
a soft female voice suddenly rang out. A woman sat in a chair at the desk.
"I didn't see you just now. Was this another evil spell from your witches?" Si Zhuang replied.
"It is magic, but not evil. It's just a little trick I use to protect myself."
"Then why don't you stay invisible? That way you'd still have a chance to escape." Si Zhuang raised his
doubts . If he had the ability to become invisible, he could even hide and ambush him.
"I don't need to anymore."
"Indeed, no witch has ever escaped from me. But if you surrender and put on
this magic-suppressing collar on my wrist, I won't kill you."
"No witch has ever survived being captured by Si Zhuang." The witch replied.
"Witches are all imprisoned in the research institute. Your safety will be guaranteed." "
Have you been to the research institute?"
"I don't have the authority to enter." Si Zhuang answered.
The research institute is a royal institution, and only members of the royal family are qualified to enter.
"Sophie, Lillian, Jesse..."
The witch suddenly began reciting names one by one. Si Zhuang didn't know how to respond, so he chose to remain silent
and see what tricks she was up to.
"These are the names of the girls you captured. They've all been locked up in the research institute. Do you know
what they've suffered?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know. All I should do is take you witches, who endanger national security,
to where you belong."
"My name is Anna."
"Si Zhuang."
Like a signal, Si Zhuang, having given his name, rushed towards the witch Anna. With the speed of a whirlwind, he was confident
he could knock her unconscious before she could finish her spell.
But the witch Anna didn't draw her wand, nor did she chant any incantation. She simply sat there, quietly
watching Si Zhuang, as if resigned to her fate.
In an instant, Si Zhuang was in front of the witch. He held his greatsword sideways, intending to knock Anna unconscious with the hilt.
The teacup-thick hilt slammed into the witch's head, but unexpected pain shot through Si Zhuang
. Incapacitated, he slowly collapsed to the ground. Before closing his eyes, he saw the witch Anna
's calm, unwavering eyes and slightly upturned lips.
Opening his eyes, Si Zhuang found himself bound to a bed.
Meanwhile, the witch Anna was busy around him, sticking talismans covered in spells onto her
body .
Si Zhuang tried to break free, but found he had no strength at all. "Don't waste your energy, Mr. Si Zhuang.
You've drunk the potion I concocted, so you can't control your body freely for the time being." "
Of course, you can still blink and breathe. I don't want you to become a corpse, Mr. Si Zhuang," Anna said with a smile. Si Zhuang thought to himself that he was doomed today, but he didn't know what this witch was going to do to him. Si Zhuang wasn't afraid of death, but if Anna wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have a chance to open his eyes. "You must be very curious about what I'm going to do, Mr. Si Zhuang." Looking at the talismans beside him, Si Zhuang, who knew nothing about magic, could only wait for Anna's explanation. "These talismans will allow you and me to switch bodies. From now on, you will be the witch Anna, and I will be Marshal Si Zhuang." The thought of becoming a weak woman and an evil witch made Si Zhuang struggle and make whimpering sounds. "Mr. Si Zhuang should experience the nightmares my sisters suffered!" Anna seemed to have finished her ritual. She went to the desk, picked up a small knife, and then returned. She held her right hand above Si Zhuang, the tip of the knife slicing across her palm, leaving a crimson mark. Drops onto Si Zhuang's body. "&t^&*%^&*^&*&*&**#@#$&" Incomprehensible incantations were chanted from Anna's lips, and the talismans around Si Zhuang emitted streaks of purplish-gold light in sync with the incantation. These lights enveloped Si Zhuang, then circled around Anna, and soon both Anna and Si Zhuang were surrounded by light. Si Zhuang lost consciousness again. ****************************** After searching the building without success, Loti and the other soldiers returned to the entrance to the basement. Just as they were wondering what to do, the purple light appeared before them once more. Lottie selected five soldiers to accompany him through the door. Inside, they found Marshal Stjon bound to the bed and the witch Anna lying on the floor. Lottie quickly untied Stjon and ordered the soldiers to put a magic-suppressing collar on Anna. Stjon then awoke. He looked at Lottie, then at Anna bound by the soldiers, and his signature smile returned. Anna had now switched bodies with Stjon. She felt the power of this male body while contemplating her next move. (Hereafter, Stjon refers to the female Stjon, and Anna refers to the female Anna.) "Gag this witch. She seems to know some evil tricks; I just fell for one," Anna said, rubbing her forehead with an embarrassed smile. "Thank goodness you arrived in time, Lottie, otherwise I don't know what would have happened to me." "This is my responsibility, Marshal. Are you alright?" Lottie didn't notice anything amiss. He looked at Strang with concern , at the child he had cared for since childhood, his eyes filled with care and worry. "Thank goodness, Lottie, she didn't have a chance to do anything to me." "You should be more careful next time, Marshal. If something happened, how would I explain to the Master..." "Alright, Lottie, it's alright. Let's talk about how to deal with this evil witch." Anna quickly changed the subject. She didn't have Strang's memories and didn't want to chat with this old man anymore. She couldn't wait to see Strang's reaction. Strang, who was bound by soldiers, woke up at this moment. He blinked, saw himself in front of him, and looked down at the heavy weight on his chest. He made a muffled sound from his gagged mouth. "Oh, our little witch is awake. Weren't you very arrogant just now? Let me think about how to punish you."

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