Salty Fish Becomes Immortal

Ask, under the starry sky there was a beauty, her black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, her powerful magic made the world tremble, her supreme beauty made all creatures submit, who was this beauty?
"That's right, it's me, the Witch King, Dorothy!"
ps: The original title is "Armed Witch." This is a slow-burn story, not for those who dislike a slow pace. Not for those who dislike a slow pace! Not for those who dislike a slow pace!

Otaku Witch

(I found that some readers are over-interpreting this chapter; please, ease up. It was written spontaneously, and your overly enthusiastic interpretative skills scare me.)


"So, to save this world, let's become idols...oops, I mean, let's establish a new sect to compete with the Church of Glory."


During the break in the Divine King's mini-class, Dorothy gathered all her close sisters and then excitedly slammed the hammer-shaped Destined Canon "Creation of the World" onto the table.


The Witches first looked down at the large hole hammered into the table, then blinked in confusion, not knowing what to say.


They couldn't follow the Homebody Witch's train of thought; why on earth would she suddenly think of establishing a sect?


Clearly, participating in Witch's Night only required following the script to conclude it; there was absolutely no need to do anything extra...


emmm, wait, the script had already fallen apart anyhow, so never mind.


441. Dictatorial Tyrant