Chapter 111: 110. Dorothy's Answer
Faced with such a question, Dorothy opened her mouth but didn't know how to answer.
Who would idly ponder such things? As an ordinary Little Witch, she simply didn't have such grand aspirations. The most she ever thought about was how to build her own warm and harmonious home.
However, one thing she could be certain of was that the Vannie was indeed insane, and not just a little. No wonder she herself said she was the most dangerous kind of Demoness. A Demoness who contemplated destroying the world and seemed to possess the capital to do so certainly deserved that assessment.
So...
"Vannie, you really—"
She opened her mouth, ready to speak the truth, but the black-haired Vannie had already closed her eyes again and sat back in her previous seat. Although the terrifying and bizarre things around her had enveloped the entire underground space, the small dining table where they sat was spared.
"I apologize, Dorothy. I lost control for a moment. Actually, I've known the answer to this question for a long time. I am indeed insane. I've read so much history and clearly understand that pure violence and destruction cannot solve any problems. So, naturally, the anger and desire for destruction in my heart are meaningless. If I truly did that, I would become the very kind of person I once detested the most."
Vannie calmed down again, apologizing to the junior before her.
"So, when I realized my own problem, I self-sealed myself and began researching the cause of the inexplicable desire for destruction in my heart."
"Ultimately, I understood everything. The problem still lay with me."
The black-haired beauty turned her head, looking at the surrounding flesh-and-blood carpet and her own unspeakable familiars, then sighed.
"Dorothy, Witches all yearn for omniscience and omnipotence, but everyone also knows that omniscience and omnipotence belong to the realm of gods. So, the question is, when a Demoness truly becomes omniscient and omnipotent, is she still a Demoness or a god?"
"My very existence is not that of a naturally conceived Demoness, but the ultimate masterpiece created by the Three Kings and the World Mother together. Although I have the appearance of a Demoness, the cognition of a Demoness, and everything of a Demoness, essentially, I am not a true Demoness, but a creation of the Witches that transcends them—an artificial god in the guise of a Demoness."
"This is a problem that no one, including myself, realized in the past."
Speaking of this, Vannie was very sad and frustrated. She was clearly an elegant and dignified Vannie, possessing power beyond imagination, yet at this moment, she seemed as forlorn as a homeless child.
She raised her hand, pointing to the unspeakable monsters wandering by the dining table, and spoke to Dorothy again.
"Hey, Dorothy, aren't my children all ugly? I know you weren't sincere when you said they were cute before. Their existence truly doesn't conform to normal aesthetics."
"But these children are the Omni-Path that I ultimately discovered for myself."
"Although I am essentially a child designed by the Three Kings and conceived by the World Mother, I am not a naturally born existence that sprang from a stone. I am still, like you, born to a normal Demoness couple. My two biological mothers were not powerful beings; they were the most ordinary and common Witches, not even Elite Witches."
"And immediately after birth, I was taken away by the Three Kings. My two mothers probably still don't know that they even had a daughter like me."
"Actually, judging by the most common Demoness aptitudes today, I belong to the kind of hopeless waste. Innate magic power of 1 Mana, and only the two most basic talents."
"That sole Mana magic power is the perfect foundation the Three Kings sought, the 'One' that evolves all things. And those two talents were the only gifts my two mothers gave to me, their daughter. Although because they were truly too weak, these weren't particularly good talents."
"Both of my parents worked in the Circus. For the weakest Witches like them, templates didn't really matter. Specializations evolved randomly; whatever was needed, they evolved. They didn't aim for any specific combinations. So, ultimately, I inherited a talent called 'fear' from my paternal side, who worked as a clown, and a talent called 'Fan Ni' from my maternal side, who worked as a hypnotist."
"Because Three Kings Teacher didn't allow me to casually copy templates from other races and told me to figure out how to achieve omnipotence on my own, I ultimately focused on these two inherently useless abilities."
"But it was precisely these two most ordinary talents that allowed me to ultimately comprehend the essence of my own existence. The essence of my existence is the manifestation of all living beings' fear of Witches. The essence of my existence is also the interpretation of Witches' eternal pursuit of omniscience and omnipotence. I am the nightmare of all living beings and the beautiful dream of Witches."
"To satisfy the consumption required to create me, the Witch World has undertaken endless Great Expeditions over the years, and I, who was ultimately born, have been burdened since birth with the resentment of the many worlds that served as my nourishment."
"And to use the words of those immortals from the East, I am the 'fruit,' and the sin born because of me is the 'cause.'"
"So, will the fruit borne by the flower of evil truly be delicious?"
"Now I understand everything. My desire for destruction comes from that part of the nightmare that was suppressed by the beautiful dream of the Demoness in the past."
"And when the essence of this nightmare can no longer be suppressed, I am no longer a pure Demoness, but a god. My stance is no longer merely that of a Demoness, but the condescending gaze a god should have over all living beings."
"I jumped out of the game and became the player who determines the fate of all pieces."
"My current madness is due to the conflict between the two opposing essences that constitute my existence. Ultimately, to suppress this conflict, I stopped thinking and self-sealed myself in a state of blind idiocy."
"And these children were born from my essence after I fell asleep. In a sense, each of them is an avatar of me, representing a part of my characteristics."
"Their power represents the Witches' pursuit of strength, and their ugliness is simply because my existence itself is truly so ugly."
"Hmm, this is my essence, Asaphani."
The black-haired Vannie spoke thus, then looked at the junior beside her and asked.
"Dorothy, tell me, how should I ultimately choose? Should I follow the side of the beautiful dream and fulfill the long-cherished wish of the Demoness race, or should I follow the side of the nightmare and bestow upon the Demoness, this sinful race, the destruction it deserves?"
In response, Dorothy, who had more or less understood everything, also looked up and seriously gazed at the Vannie across from her, who resembled both a god and a demon.
At this moment, Vannie was probably truly at her limit. Among the myriad unspeakable existences, the three strongest had already come to her side.
To Vannie's left was a massive lump of flesh supported by three goat hooves, with countless tentacles and fluid-oozing mouths growing on it.
To Vannie's right were myriad dazzling, dreamlike transparent spheres. Within their bubble-like bodies, the truth of this world seemed to be hidden.
Vannie's own shadow was endlessly spreading, and within that shadow lurked endless writhing, crawling chaos.
Dorothy thought for a moment, then spoke.
"What does it have to do with me, Vannie? This is your own destiny, isn't it? So shouldn't you be the one to decide? Why ask an outsider like me?"
The Little Witch's face was serious.
Qian Bao, fly bravely, don't be a coward.