Chapter 112: 111. My Home Is Quite Big
Hmm, even though the long-haired senior sister in front of her seemed to be discussing a serious topic concerning the survival of the entire world, Dorothy still felt the same way: what did it have to do with her?
One's own life should be decided by oneself; live it however you want, do whatever you please, as long as you're happy.
This had always been her philosophy; if it weren't for this life motto, she would have already returned to the Dragon Kingdom with her biological mother to be a princess.
And putting herself in others' shoes, Dorothy likewise felt that she really had no right to interfere with Vannie's life, even if the long-haired senior sister's life choices were indeed somewhat outrageous.
On the other side, after hearing Dorothy's reply, Vannie, whose condition was already deteriorating, was stunned again. This time, she was truly shocked, so much so that the chaotic and strange phenomena swirling around her instantly paused.
She opened her eyes, and so did her countless familiars. Thus, the countless eyes all gleamed with the same bewildered expression.
Hmm, when a big sister and countless indescribable monsters all show such an expression, it's surprisingly a little cute.
Dorothy thought this to herself.
"Ah, is that so? Are you that casual, Dorothy? Aren't you afraid that if I really choose to destroy the world, I'll destroy you along with it?"
After a long pause, the long-haired senior sister, who was stunned by her junior sister's casual reply, finally asked incredulously.
In all her life, this was the first time someone had told her to choose her own life.
Emmmm, wait, it wasn't the first time.
Although the very few Witches who knew of her existence were mostly respectful and fanatical towards her, eagerly awaiting her growth to the extreme to lead the Demoness race to new glory, this did not include the Three Kings, her creators.
The Three Kings Teacher had always treated her with a similar attitude; other than not letting her plagiarize on her path to evolution, those three unreliable King of Witches rarely bothered her. They never had any demands or restrictions on her, other than occasionally giving her lessons on magic; otherwise, they were completely hands-off, like, 'do whatever you want.'
Her current self-sealed state was largely the result of those three irresponsible teachers letting her grow wild.
They clearly created her, but then irresponsibly washed their hands of her, never thinking of guiding her. They were simply three heartless women who enjoyed themselves and then ran off, completely unwilling to take responsibility.
Even her current situation, where she could turn dark at any moment, didn't seem to bother them much. Even though the Witches who once worshipped her were now terrified and treated her as a formidable enemy, not daring to approach.
But those three heartless women remained unconcerned, still coming occasionally to give her lessons and check her progress, just as before. Even if her ultimate creation was the group of indescribable entities around her, the Three Kings still didn't care. There was no surprise or disappointment in their eyes, just business as usual.
Hmm, it was as if they didn't care about her at all.
Damn it, don't I, the dignified Fourth King, have any face? I'm currently the only existence capable of reaching the omnipotent realm. Don't you dare take me more seriously? When I go crazy, I really will destroy the world, and it will be super terrifying, okay?
Vannie had been similarly perplexed in the past, even contemplating causing a huge ruckus, but in the end, she simply stopped thinking and chose self-sealing.
However, now, looking at her junior sister, who answered her confusion so matter-of-factly, she felt Dorothy's face instantly blur, with three distinct yet equally majestic and incomparably beautiful faces overlapping.
Their voices also overlapped, saying, "What does it have to do with me? Your life is yours to decide."
At once, Vannie understood. She suddenly realized that she seemed to have, without a teacher, mastered the unique skill of her paternal mother who worked in the Circus.
Ah, so, all this time, only I have been foolishly suffering and struggling?
At that moment, Vannie felt truly a little angry. In her exasperation, she glared furiously at the Little Witch in front of her. If she didn't give her a reasonable explanation today, then she would...
After a long pause, the long-haired beauty still couldn't figure out what to do.
Slap her to death?
That would be simple, but she wasn't completely insane yet, and it would be a pity to kill such a congenial junior sister.
Then, scare her?
Vannie looked at her indescribable familiars around her, then at her junior sister across from her, who could now eat desserts without changing her expression and with great appetite. She didn't know how to be any scarier.
One must know that her familiars carried the authority of fear. A single glance was enough to scare an ordinary person to death, though those with insufficient spiritual perception couldn't see them anyway.
But Vannie knew that Dorothy could see them. She just didn't know why her authority of fear didn't seem to have much effect on her.
Realizing that she truly seemed to have no way to deal with this junior sister, the long-haired senior sister suddenly slumped.
I am truly the clown.
Meanwhile, Dorothy calmly swallowed the last piece of cake, then replied.
"Of course, I'm scared, but what good is my fear? Will you really change your mind because I kneel down now, crying and begging you not to destroy the world?"
"So, Senior Sister, how one lives their life can only be decided by oneself. As long as you don't regret it afterward, that's all that matters."
"Besides, Senior Sister, haven't you not yet reached that so-called omnipotent realm? Don't talk as if you truly have the ability to destroy the world right now. Let's talk about future matters in the future. I'm already an old future warrior."
"And anyway, when the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. Since the Three Kings aren't worried, why should I, an ordinary Little Witch, worry about such things?"
Dorothy spread her hands, speaking truthfully.
Hmm, because the problem is huge, don't panic. After all, panicking is useless. She's the kind of person who, even if the world ends tomorrow, will still enjoy the last day today.
Moreover, she always believed that one should only worry as much as one's ability allows. She hadn't even built her own small home yet, so how could she have the time to care about the survival of the world? Instead of worrying about that, she should first think about how to spend the money she hadn't spent before she died.
"So, Senior Sister, can you tell me when you plan to initiate the world's destruction? I need to go back and arrange my affairs. I just got a little rich recently, and I need to spend all my money before I die."
The Zhai Mo Nv said.
Vannie: "..."
Damn it, I feel like I'm being underestimated.
"Fifty years, according to my current growth rate, I should reach the omnipotent realm in about fifty years. And once I'm omnipotent, this so-called knowledge curse and even self-madness will no longer be an issue for me. However, even now, I don't know what kind of choice I will make after becoming omnipotent."
The long-haired Demoness said with a hint of confusion in her voice.
She pointed to the towering, mountain-like goat-hoof meat monster to her left, behind her, and introduced it.
"This is my id, also the embodiment of the nightmare's demonic side. I call her the Dark Bountiful Mother."
She then pointed to the sphere of billions of lights, majestic as a prison, to her right, behind her, and said.
"This is my superego, also the embodiment of the dream's divine side. I call it All Things Return to One."
Finally, she pointed to her own tiny self and the shadow beneath her feet.
"This is my ego, also the embodiment of my own personal will. I originally wanted to call it Chaos Without Appearance, but now I think calling it the Clown isn't bad either."
"Hmm, compared to this divinity and demonic nature, my small self is indeed a clown."
The Clown Senior Sister turned around again and looked at Dorothy.
"Fifty years from now, when I truly become a god, the three of me will surely merge again. At that time, whether divinity gains the upper hand or demonic nature gains an advantage, this clown will probably only be eaten and assimilated. Dorothy, tell me, how should such a being as I decide my own life?"
"The two choices I just asked you about, I actually have no choice myself. I've long been unable to protect myself."
"My previous offer to be your familiar was just to get a good look at this world before I'm devoured."
The long-haired beauty looked at her junior sister with a hint of sadness, saying so.
Upon hearing these words, Dorothy tilted her head.
"Tsk, why is it 'fifty years from now' again? Are you all fixated on that time limit?"
She clicked her tongue slightly, a little annoyed, then looked at the two extraordinarily powerful evil gods to her left and right, and then at the senior sister opposite her.
"Alright, although I don't really need such a troublesome familiar, my future home should be quite big, and I just happen to be short a few construction workers. I see that you, Senior Sister, have many familiars, so you're a good candidate for moving bricks. If you're willing to work with me, I don't mind giving you a room then."
The Little Witch forced a few drops of blood from her fingertip with magic, then drew a contract formation on her other palm, finally asking the senior sister opposite her.
Vannie: "..."
The long-haired senior sister looked at her junior sister, who had extended her hand, with a bewildered expression.
What is this? What does this have to do with construction workers, moving bricks, and pouring concrete?
But never mind, it's good to be able to get out. For so many years, she really hadn't had a good look at the world.
And my intuition indeed tells me that the only chance lies with this strange student, so there's nothing to hesitate about.
Thinking this, she also extended her hand, drawing a bloodstain on her palm with a sharp fingernail.
Finally, their hands met, and their blood mingled.
Contract signing in progress...
Yay, main brick-mover for the construction team, get!