Chapter 108: 107. I'm Not Pretending Anymore, I'm Laying My Cards on the Table
At this moment, Dorothy's hair stood on end, and she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her mind momentarily blank.
Although she had already prepared herself to hear some incredible secret due to Vannie's earlier reminder, she never expected the secret to be this shocking.
Damn, Diana, you're really something. I just wanted to ask you about the Three Kings, but you went and brought me to meet the future Fourth King. Do we really need to be this outrageous?
Dorothy instinctively wondered if Vannie was joking with her, but that thought was immediately suppressed. After all, this kind of joke isn't something you can just make lightly.
This is a Witch World, a world where destiny truly exists. If you casually joke about such things, you might just choke to death on a sip of water later.
Moreover...
Dorothy looked at the chaotic scene of demons dancing behind the long-haired beauty, Vannie.
Although the underground space where Vannie had sealed herself was quite large, it couldn't possibly accommodate these monsters, the smallest of which were as vast as mountains, especially the larger ones, like a certain red star with a single eye. What a joke, that thing was genuinely a living planet.
How could such a small basement contain these monsters? Yet, they were all indeed present. The reason for such chaotic and disorderly conditions was simply the terrifying, ceaselessly flowing magic around Vannie at this moment.
It was a vast miraculous power that, by merely flowing and operating, simply by displaying its characteristics, was enough to create worlds and evolve all things, like the Creator.
Even though a witch's magic is indeed omnipotent, to truly achieve such terrifying authority, like the Creator, the magic required would undoubtedly be frighteningly immense.
The magical theoretical knowledge in Dorothy's mind told her that if one wanted to achieve this level without relying on spells, relying solely on the pure essence of magic, the magic required would conservatively be...
900,000 Mana at least.
300,000 Mana is the magic threshold for a Great Witch, 600,000 Mana is the magic threshold for an Apex Witch, and as for 900,000, that is the standard for a Sage.
In other words, if Diana wasn't lying, Vannie, who is at most 25 years old, has already reached the Sage level in terms of magic.
My goodness, is this the strength of a destined child? Damn, you don't even cheat like this! How are we ordinary players supposed to play this broken game with such power imbalance?
At this moment, Dorothy really wanted to protest, but then she thought, the Demon Lord also became a Sage at 30, so never mind.
Given the current growth characteristic of the Witch World, where each generation's talent seems to surpass the last, it doesn't seem so hard to accept that Vannie, as the Fourth King, grew even faster than the Demon Lord, the Third King.
Accept what? I'm out!
At this moment, Dorothy could suddenly understand the feelings of those previous cross-over predecessors who also had the "Otherworld Soul (SSR)" talent.
I thought that as a cross-over, with a cheat protecting me, I would surely rise against all odds to the peak of my life. But damn, even cheating has basic logic, yet the destined children of this world have no logic at all. So what's the point of playing?
Recalling how she had stayed up late studying and grinding for so many years, finally achieving something, suppressing her peers with one hand, earning countless praises, only for a single day to pass and then she runs into the true beloved daughter of this broken game's server.
This feeling of frustration and despair, of being unable to catch up no matter how hard you try, makes one's hands and feet cold and body tremble even on a hot day, making one wonder what is wrong with this world.
However...
Oh, I never intended to be the protagonist in the first place, nor did I want to be a king or conqueror. I just wanted to earn some money, build a cozy little home, and live my ordinary daily life.
Ah, my bad. I accidentally got carried away and into character just now. Never mind.
Dorothy, who had almost struck a boxing pose, suddenly scratched her head. Remembering her real estate empire, she instantly calmed down again.
Hmm, you be your King of Witches, and I'll be my real estate tycoon. We're not on the same track at all. We'll mind our own business and both have bright and beautiful futures.
Laughing so hard, as long as I'm lazy and chill enough, frustration and despair can't catch up to me.
So...
"Hmm, I understand. You can continue, Vannie."
She calmly took a piece of cake from the tea table, took a bite, and then drank some black tea. Her peach blossom eyes, hidden behind her glasses, blinked as she looked at Vannie, who exuded a majestic, kingly aura, and said so.
Vannie: "..."
Hmm, isn't this script wrong, Doro? You're making me feel awkward.
Vannie was also thrown off by this strange Little Witch's calm reaction. Even the drum and flute sounds that had been playing behind her stopped awkwardly, and the atmosphere became dead silent, leaving only the sound of a certain Little Witch chewing cake.
After a long pause, Vannie suddenly burst out laughing.
"Interesting, Dorothy. You truly live up to my expectations. You are indeed interesting."
She laughed heartily as if she had recalled something joyful, leaning back and forth, feeling very pleased, even laughing until tears came out. And the bizarre world behind her also swayed due to the Creator's joy.
"You are the first person since I was born who can remain so calm after learning my identity. I'm starting to really like you."
From her heartfelt laughter, it was clear that her words were sincere. As a witch who had been treated and raised as a future king by the entire world since birth, Vannie had always been quite lonely.
Before she had fully grown, all information about her was the greatest secret of the Witch World, something absolutely not to be known by others. Even after she pretended to be ordinary and came to Witch Academy to study, she did make some friends, but this secret always had to be kept from everyone. She didn't even have a single true friend with whom she could confide.
And after she contracted the Knowledge Curse, sometimes Vannie herself wasn't sure if her madness was truly due to the Knowledge Curse, or simply driven mad by her special identity and the heavy expectations of the entire world.
However, she never expected that she hadn't made any friends when she was well, but now, in this half-dead, self-sealed state, she had met such an interesting Little Witch.
Originally, she only admired this Little Witch to a general extent, seeing her as a promising talent from a king's perspective, thinking of recruiting her as a close retainer after she recovered and ascended to power. But now...
Hmm, an interesting Little Witch. She has successfully piqued my interest.
"Vannie, have you laughed enough? I think you really don't have much time left. Let's get to the point quickly."
Seeing that Vannie, who was truly ill, still couldn't stop laughing, Dorothy finished the last piece of cake in her hand and then urged helplessly.
"Besides, since you're treating me like family, I'll lay my cards on the table too. I am the Second Generation Demon Lord. Who doesn't have the potential to become a king these days?"
Dorothy arrogantly flipped her bangs, then pulled out her ID card, revealing the title bestowed by the Demon Lord.
"I'm not pretending anymore. I came to you to ask how to truly realize this promising potential to become a king."
Hmph, you are chosen by the world, and I am specially approved by the King of Witches. We are all old future warriors. Before that future becomes reality, no one is much nobler than anyone else.
The old promising Little Witch lays her cards on the table...
It's really you, Qian Bao. Even I didn't expect you to be so bold before writing this chapter, boohoohoo.