Otaku Witch
Chapter 842 - 842: 542. Crossroads of Fate_3

It was as if this place had just been attacked by a Great Dragon.

Back then, the limits of her imagination were like this; only the legendary Great Dragon could wreak such havoc.

However, she soon actually saw a Great Dragon, but this enormous dragon was already dead. Its headless corpse still bore the church on its back, and its ferocious claws protected a body—that of Father Adam.

And the dragon head.....

was right beneath her feet.

She herself was drenched in dragon blood.

At that moment, she really was a bit terrified. She instinctively wanted to scream, but just as she opened her mouth, she was punched away.

"Uh, Denisha, you finally woke up."

Feeling dizzy from the punch, she heard a familiar voice filled with joy.

Following the sound, she saw her sister, who was almost unrecognizable.

She had never seen her sister, who was said to be the most beautiful woman in the world, look so miserable. She had lost an eye, half of her head was gone, one arm was missing, one leg broken in half, the other twisted into a pretzel, and there was a large hole in her chest through which barely visible shattered organs could be seen.

These injuries were nearly impossible for anyone to survive, yet her sister was still standing on her twisted leg, slowly retracting her fist, and finally smiling.

"It's good that you're awake. I'm at my limit too. Mortals indeed have their limits. Damn, that mischievous god sent me here as a transmigrator with a transformation, but why send me to this low-magic world that restricted my talents? If this world hadn't held me back, I wouldn't be in such a state."

Her sister plopped down on the ground, speaking those strange words as usual.

She had already been scared by her sister's appearance. Though previously she felt deep hatred, years of affection couldn't be easily discarded.

She hurriedly crawled to her sister's side on hands and knees, trying to treat her, but the body, now just a pile of rotten flesh, was beyond healing.

"Don't panic, Denisha. The situation is severe and panicking won't help. After all, I actually died ten minutes ago. Now I'm just a moving corpse. At times like these, you just need to smile."

Her sister smiled frankly and comforted her.

This jerk loved to smile a lot; she could smile in any situation.

She really couldn't smile, but under her sister's expectant gaze, she forced a smile.

"What an ugly look, Denisha. You should smile often. You'll have to walk alone in the future."

Her sister shook her head, saying with some disdain.

But after saying that, a trace of melancholy appeared on her face.

"In this lifetime, I worked tirelessly from dawn to dusk, thinking that as a transmigrator, I must be the protagonist of this world and would eventually reach the peak of my life, then marry a white-s... Forget it, I don't want a white rich beauty. My first choice for my harem has always been you, Denisha. Though now, childhood sweethearts usually end up losing to beautiful girls who suddenly appear, I am nostalgic."

"But clearly, I'm just a Clown. The protagonist isn't me, but you. I actually ended up being a sacrificed family member on the hero's path to rise, how ridiculous."

"If there's a next life, I'm not going to work hard anymore. Being a salted fish is pretty good; ordinary life is true joy."

"Alright, the time has come. I should just die now. You need to live well, Denisha. Don't blame yourself; this isn't your fault. It's just that I didn't communicate well with you in advance."

Saying these last words, her sister lay on the ground, closing her eyes peacefully.

Only....

A thousand years later, after defeating the incarnation of the Lord of Glory and leading the Witch World to wander, she saw the little girl who once granted her a wish.

"Ah, I didn't vanish. What's going on?"

"Oh, is it you, the last hero? How have you been? Did you become a good hero?"

The little girl asked.

Now completely an Avenger, she simply placed a crystal, which contained the entirety of a small world's power, in front of the little girl.

"Mother Superior, please eat this and grow up quickly. I need more Strength."

The little girl looked at the remains of her kind in front of her, remaining silent.

For a long time, fully understanding through Authority what had happened over these years and how she was revived, the little girl showed a guilty expression. She nodded without saying more and swallowed the crystal.

"If this can make you feel better, I will try my best. I am most proud of you, my daughter."

....

Ten thousand years later, having ascended to heaven and lost her clear revenge target, she looked back. The girl was still a girl, but her once white clothes and golden eyes had become blood-red clothes and blood-red eyes.

"Do you need me to devour heaven, my daughter?"

The girl's blood-red eyes quietly looked at her.

"Mother Superior, you shouldn't be like this. All these years I've been taking my anger out on you."

She, now with little left of her humanity, coldly looked at the girl and said rationally.

"It's enough, Mother Superior. If you go on like this, you won't be able to turn back."

"I can't turn back anymore, my daughter. We are accomplices, aren't we? Anyone can abandon you, but I can't."

The girl said firmly.

.....

"Mother Superior, if Dorothy had met you back then instead of me, the Witch World wouldn't be like this."

Denisha finished her recollection. She looked at Mother Superior, who was still beautiful despite being a Calamity Beast, and finally sighed.

"Go, Dorothy. I'm here. Please bring Mother Superior back properly."

She requested her sister in front of her.

"Hmm, I will. Wait for my return."

The homebody witch waved and then strode forward.

....World line changing...