Otaku Witch

Chapter 129 111. My home is quite large.

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Hmm, even though the senior with long black straight hair in front of me seems to be talking about a very serious issue concerning the fate of the whole world, Dorothy still held the same view—what did it have to do with her?

It's best if one decides their own life. You live the way you want to live, do whatever the hell you want, and as long as you're happy, that's what counts.

That had always been her philosophy. If it weren't for this life motto, she'd have already followed her birth mother back to the Dragon Kingdom to become a Princess.

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Putting herself in others' shoes, Dorothy also felt that she really had no right to interfere in senior Fanny's life, even if the choices of the senior with long black straight hair were indeed rather outrageous.

On the other side, after hearing Dorothy's response, senior Fanny, who was already in a worsening state, was taken aback once again. This time, she was genuinely shocked, and the chaos of demons dancing around her instantly came to a halt.

She opened her eyes, and the countless familiars around her did likewise. Thus, in those innumerable pairs of eyes, the same bewildered light flickered.

Hmm, when a big sister and countless indescribable demon monsters all have that look in their eyes, it's unexpectedly a little bit cute.

That's what Dorothy thought to herself.

"Ah, are you really so nonchalant? Dorothy, aren't you afraid that if I really choose to annihilate the world, you'll be wiped out along with it?"

After a while, the senior with long black straight hair, stunned by such a casual answer from her junior, asked incredulously.

It was the first time in her life that someone let her choose her path...

emmmm, wait, maybe not the first time.

Although the very few witches who knew of her existence all treated her with the utmost respect and fervor, looking forward to her leading the Witch Clan to new heights once she reached her full potential, this didn't include the Three Kings, her creators.

The Three Kings Teacher always seemed to have this attitude towards her, too. Apart from not letting her cheat on her evolution path, those three notoriously flighty Witch Kings really didn't interfere with her much at all. They never had any demands on her nor placed any constraints; apart from occasionally teaching her about magic, everything else was entirely a "do what you will" situation.

That she had fallen into this state of self-seal was, to a large extent, a result of those three irresponsible teachers allowing her to grow wildly.

They clearly created her, but then irresponsibly washed their hands of the matter, never intending to guide her. It was as if they were three scoundrels, through and through, who would run away after having their fun without a second thought.

Even the situation she was currently in, which might potentially lead to her corruption, didn't seem to bother the three of them too much, even though those previously adoring informed witches were now scared to death, treating her as a grave threat, and daring not to come near.

But those three scoundrels remained indifferent, still teaching her occasionally and checking her progress, even though the result was the group of indescribable things around her. The Three Kings didn't care; there was neither surprise nor disappointment in their eyes, just as usual.

Hmm, they completely disregarded her.

Damn it, am I, The Fourth King, really so lacking in dignity? I am, after all, the only one who has the potential to reach the Omnipotent Realm, don't you dare take me a bit more seriously? If I actually go mad, I could really annihilate the world. It would be super terrifying, you know?

Fanny had been similarly baffled in the past, even going so far as to think about causing a huge ruckus, but in the end, she stopped thinking about it and chose self-seal.

Now, however, looking at her junior who answered her quandary so matter-of-factly, she suddenly saw Dorothy's face blur, overlaid with three different but equally majestic and stunning faces.

Their voices were also overlapping, saying, "What does it have to do with me? Your life, your choice."

In an instant, Fanny had an epiphany; she suddenly realized she had mastered her mother's ultimate technique, who worked in the circus, all on her own.

Ah, so it's only me who's been foolishly agonizing over this?

At the moment, Fanny actually felt a bit angry. She glowered at her junior in annoyance—if she didn't give herself a proper explanation today, she would... well...

After a while, the lovely black-haired beauty couldn't come up with a reason.

Slap her to death?

It was simple, but she wasn't completely crazy yet; besides, it was a pity to actually slap dead a junior as sociable as her.

Then, scare her a bit?

Senior Fanny looked at the indescribable familiars around her, then at her junior across from her who could eat sweets unfazed; she didn't know what could be more frightening.

Not to mention, the authority of fear that those familiars possessed could terrify the average person at just a glance, though those lacking Inspiration couldn't see them anyway.

But Fanny knew Dorothy could definitely see them; she just didn't understand why her authority of fear seemed to have little effect on her.

Realizing she had no way to handle this junior, the senior with long black straight hair's spirits sank.

I'm the Clown.

Meanwhile, Dorothy calmly swallowed the last piece of a small cake before responding.

"Of course I'm scared. But what good does being scared do? If I kneel down now, crying and begging you not to destroy the world, would you actually change your mind because of my request?"

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"So, Senior, how one lives their life can only be decided by themselves, and as long as you don't regret it afterwards, that's fine," Dorothy spread her hands and said her piece candidly.

"Besides, Senior, haven't you also not yet grown to that so-called Omnipotent Realm? Don't talk as if you really have the ability to destroy the world now; let's leave future matters for the future. I've been a future warrior for too long already."

"Anyway, when the sky falls, there will be tall people to support it. The Third King isn't in a hurry, so why should I, an utterly ordinary little witch, worry about such things?"

Dorothy shrugged her shoulders, speaking the truth.

Well, because the problem was massive, there was no need to panic; after all, panicking was useless. She was the type who, even if tomorrow was the end of the world, would still want to enjoy her last day to the fullest.

She had always believed that a person should worry according to how capable they are. Right now, she hadn't even built her own little home yet, so she didn't have the time to worry about the survival of the world. Instead of worrying about that, she'd rather think about how to spend all the money she had before dying.

"So, Senior, could you tell me when you plan to initiate the end of the world? I'd like to go back and make arrangements for my affairs. I've recently come into a small fortune, and I need to spend it all before I die," said the Homebody Witch.

Senior Fanny: "...."

Damn, she felt somewhat underestimated.

"Fifty years, I suppose. Based on my current speed of growth, in about fifty years I should be able to reach the Omnipotent Realm. Once omnipotent, the so-called curse of knowledge and even insanity will no longer be an issue for me. However, even now, I don't know what choices I will make after becoming omnipotent," said the Long Black Straight Hair Witch, her tone filled with confusion.

She pointed to the sheep's trotter-like mass of muscle monster towering like a mountain behind her on the left, introducing it,

"This is my id, the incarnation of the demonic nature within nightmares. I call her Mother of Dark Abundance."

Then she pointed to the majestic radiant sphere on the right,

"This is my super-ego, the incarnation of the divinity within beautiful dreams. I call it The Unifier of All Things."

Finally, she pointed at the much smaller herself and the shadow beneath her feet.

"This is my ego, the incarnation of my personal will and personality. I originally wanted to call it The Faceless Chaos, but now I think Clown isn't a bad name either."

"Yeah, compared with the divinity and demonic nature, the tiny me is indeed just a clown."

Clown Senior turned around once more and looked at Dorothy.

"In fifty years, when I truly ascend to godhood, the three aspects of me will have to merge again. By then, whether divinity prevails or demonic nature gains the upper hand, this clown will likely only end up being consumed and integrated. Dorothy, can you tell me how such a person as I should decide their life?"

"The two choices I just asked you about, I don't really have a choice either—my existence is already hanging by a thread."

"The reason I wanted to become your familiar was just to take a good look at the world before being devoured."

The beauty with long black straight hair looked at her junior with a touch of sadness, saying so,

At these words, Dorothy tilted her head,

"Tsk, why is it always fifty years later? Are you all fixated on this time period?"

She clicked her tongue slightly annoyed, then glanced at the two immensely powerful Evil Gods to her left and right, and took another look at her senior.

"Alright, although I don't really need a familiar as troublesome as you, my future home should be quite large. I'm actually short of a few construction workers. Seeing that you have many familiars, you'd be good material for brick moving.

If you don't mind getting your hands dirty with me, I could consider giving you a room when the time comes," the little witch proposed, forcing a few drops of blood from her fingertips with magic power before beginning to draw a Contract Magic Circle on her other palm, finally asking the senior in front of her,

Senior Fanny: "..."

Senior with long black straight hair looked at the outstretched hand of her junior, her face full of question marks,

What is this, what does this have to do with construction workers and brick moving?

But then again, the chance to go out and see the world was welcome. She hadn't seriously looked at the world for many years.

And indeed, her intuition told her that her only chance lay with this odd student—there was nothing to hesitate about.

With that in mind, she too extended her hand and used her sharp nails to make a cut on her palm.

In the end, two hands clasped, blood mingling.

.....Contract signing in progress.....