Otaku Witch

As the sky began to lighten, the cold swordsman skilfully sheathed his bloody sword, then tossed the judgment letter into the pool of blood.

"Phew... Thanks for the lesson. Although you lost your lives, I've gained a lot. I hope you can be a good person in your next life."

Dorothy looked at the corpses scattered around her and spoke these words.

After a night of exhausting work, she finally dealt with the list of stubborn tenants that Sophia had entrusted to her before.

The results were 100% positive reviews; there wasn't a single bad mark, and those who tried said she had great service and high skill.

Yes, just one night, achievement of the Thousand-Man Slayer unlocked.

"Tch... Why are there so many scumbags in this hellish place, crawling with vermin? With these bloodsuckers around, how can people ever live a good life?"

The homebody witch shook her arm, which was tired from all the slashing, and couldn't help but sigh.

Even though she trusted Sophia's judgment deeply, knowing that her roommate deemed those who had no continuing value in living were probably irredeemable trash, tonight's experiences still made her reflect on the ugliness of human nature's evil.

Facts proved that once you abandon your conscience, the depth of human evil has no limit.

Fortunately, this wasn't her first time witnessing such scenes. In her early years wandering with her father Adam, she had seen even more brutal scenes. The current situation was much better than back then.

After all, she was still young and truly weak back then; although her father Adam was skilled among mortals, he was far from invincible.

The weak strength of both father and daughter could only suffice for self-protection. In the grand scheme of a world where the strong preyed on the weak, they were not even close to being able to stop a chariot with their mantis arms. They could at most only handle the injustices they encountered along their journey, and not even all of them. After all, both father and daughter were fleeing, and themselves had to hide all the time, hardly having the time to save a saint to the West.

At most, they could kill the bad guys and save the innocent victims. As for whether those weak victims would be bullied again afterwards, that wasn't something they could control. The most they could do was to send the bad guys and their families off whole, to prevent any fish escaping the net from seeking revenge after they left.

But whether or not they truly eliminated the roots, and the victims' ultimate fates, they didn't know, because this level of help was all the father and daughter could offer.

A young witch and a mortal mage were too weak; they had no power, couldn't change anything, and couldn't save anything.

If it had been Adam alone, this benevolent person of many generations would likely have helped as much as possible, regardless of whether the ultimate outcome was good or not, his efforts someday might be overturned by an even bigger wave and it wouldn't matter.

But alas, he was a father at that time, and he had a child with him.

To a penniless idealist, he wouldn't mind sacrificing everything for his ideals, but to a father, ideals are nothing when faced with the safety of his child.

Anyway, the father and daughter would never stay in the same place for more than three days; within three days they could help, but no matter what the situation was after three days, Adam would take Dorothy and leave immediately.

There was no other way; the anti-divination tool's effect was only limited to three days in the same location, anything beyond that risked leaving traces and being discovered by the then-raging Mother Dragon.

Of course, this worry was entirely unnecessary because Dorothy inherently possessed the Physique of Fate Insulation, rendering any divinations targeted at her ineffective. As long as Adam stayed beside her, he could enjoy the same protection.

Unfortunately, this point wasn't discovered until the father and daughter met their stepmother Annie, who, born noble and powerful, pointed it out. From then on, the father and daughter could peacefully end their wandering life and start a decadent life being taken care of by the rich loli.

And now, even though those wanderings full of hardships and regrets had long ended, Dorothy occasionally pondered about the people she had saved back then, wondering if they were doing better now.

But she suspected that the answers to these questions were probably not positive. After all, the ground world, known as the world's graveyard, was far more chaotic than Witch Sky Island.

It was a cruel world where merely staying alive required all one's might.

Those poor souls who were fortunate enough to be saved once by her father and herself obviously couldn't rely on good luck to be saved all the time. Weak, helpless, and pitiful like them, most probably ended up as insignificant dust in this chaotic era.

The memories stirred by this long-forgotten massacre made Dorothy slightly silent for a while, until her hand gripping the sword tightened eventually.

This time was different. Now she possessed the strength and power to change the fate and situation on Japan Island, although such might was still insignificant in the witch world. At least this time, she wouldn't have to flee miserably and hide anymore.

She would undoubtedly make this a starting point, creating a true haven in this chaotic world, with redemption and hope surrounding it, even if people called it a land of self-contained joy—it didn't matter.