Otaku Witch

"Ancestral?"

Upon hearing her father’s words, Dorothy was slightly taken aback, glancing down again at the heavy great bow in her hands, pondering whether humans could really craft such a thing?

Even she, who had just constructed a Legendary Battleship, couldn’t create such a Divine Weapon, right? This bow, within the entire Western Universe, was undeniably a top-tier weapon.

However, she immediately remembered Brave Adam, whom she had seen during her Space-Time crossing, and instantly calmed down.

Indeed, ordinary humans couldn’t forge such terrifying lethal weapons, but Brave, this overpowered profession, clearly should be considered separately. Those who are Brave, can they be ordinary humans?

Moreover, as for the Hero Family, Adam’s father... those tales of Brave legends are probably all your exclusive lineage.

Yes, generation after generation being the same person, it’s indeed an exclusive lineage without a doubt.

After accepting this fact, Dorothy then redirected her attention to the great bow in her hands, inputting a bit of Magic Power into it.

She was extremely cautious, not daring to input too much Magic Power. After all, such top-tier Divine Weapons are often infused with Necromancy, possessing their own personalities and pride, selecting their Masters themselves. If the Divine Weapon’s Spirit does not acknowledge you, they won’t accept your Strength. Some with a bit of temper might even perceive your actions as profanity, provoking a counterattack.

On the Magic Network, there are often witches complaining about their ancestral Divine Artifacts having fiery temperaments, getting bedridden for days just for sneaking a touch. Dorothy had eaten quite a few similar tales before. However, at that time, she truly hadn’t expected that as a half-witch, she would experience the day of touching an ancestral Divine Artifact herself.

Adam just mentioned that this great bow had been preserved because no one could resonate with it, preventing it from being lost. Hence, Dorothy expected the great bow’s spirit probably wouldn’t be easy to get along with, and naturally dared not be careless.

However, to her surprise, her Magic Power input was unexpectedly smooth, with no imagined obstacles or refusals whatsoever. Rather, as her input continued, the great bow seemed to awaken from years of slumber, and with the revival of Spirituality, the seemingly ravenous Bow Spirit began proactively thirsting for Magic Power, making Dorothy slowly feel as if she were being drained.

"Goodness, this kid is genuinely starving."

Homebody Witch thought to herself.

Fortunately, she was no longer that weakling with merely 10,000 Mana Magic Power. Now she’s an authentic Great Witch, right? If it’s just absorbing some Magic Power, go ahead, today Magic Power is unlimited.

Seeing no backlash occurring, Dorothy felt relieved, increasing the Magic Power input, curious about how much the Bow Spirit could absorb.

Then....

Then, nearly drained, she was almost at her limit.

She initially thought the great bow would at most absorb roughly tens of thousands of Mana at most, but surprisingly, it absorbed directly around 300,000 Mana from her, leaving only three or four thousand Mana behind.

Moreover, Dorothy could feel that it wasn’t because the great bow was satiated; the Bow Spirit perceived her weakness, voluntarily restraining its appetite.

Hmm, she still needed to thank the Bow Spirit for sparing her, and really felt sorry for not letting the Bow Spirit have its fill. It’s just that she was too weak.

Sensing the emotion of "just placed a bite" from the awakened Bow Spirit, Homebody Witch sighed inwardly.

Indeed, a Divine Weapon worthy of the arrogant name "God Hunter," its appetite is truly bottomless.

If this thing were game equipment, the minimum Level requirement is likely around 90 Level, meaning only Sage Level masters can truly unleash its power.

As for her, who’s just a little weakling at Level 30 or so, she should be thankful for not being rejected by the Bow Spirit.

In short, this great bow seemed far stronger than she had previously anticipated, even if Brave could make this thing, it was somewhat outrageous.

And just as she was internally astonished, the Bow Spirit, finally recovered a bit, affectionately nudged against Dorothy’s Soul, followed by a transmission of seemingly ancient information.

Homebody Witch accepted this information, and thus, a scene unfolded in her mind—it was a depiction of a terrifying battlefield.

A Giant of Light, cloaked in endless brilliance, was fighting a Hundred-Head Giant Serpent as large as mountains.

Such imagery flashed quickly, followed by the Giant of Light pulling out the serpent’s spine and combining it with the ground’s severed hundred heads, crafting it into a great bow.

Ultimately, the Giant of Light gradually diminished, transforming into an aged white-haired elder.

Dorothy’s gaze sharpened, finding this elder’s attire a bit familiar.

Brave Adam?

Indeed, as she pondered this, she saw the elder holding the great bow then looking up, and those still lucid eyes seemed to transcend time, meeting hers.

Even though he looked far different from the impression of the still handsome middle-aged Brave, Homebody Witch instantly recognized that it was indeed Adam himself, just aged to the point of looking awful, with wrinkles deep enough to trap mosquitoes. She had no idea how long after the phantom thief night this thing occurred.

"Dorothy, my future daughter, I don’t know if you can receive this information, but consider this bow my final gift to you."