Otaku Witch

Gabriel, who had just emerged from the seal, was quite surprised.

After all, she was once the foremost in the Western Universe. Even after losing to the Divine King, she remained the second strongest in the Western Universe, but now upon emerging from the seal...

Hmm, it seems she can only rank fourth now.

It has only been a mere tens of thousands of years.

This period is very distant for a young race like the witches, but for an ancient being like her with an age already counted in billions, it’s not worth mentioning.

Witches, truly a magical race.

Gabriel became even more curious about this weak race that had once defeated her.

Heaven?

Laughable, she’d never even thought of going back, okay.

Although, after she was sealed, her power was indeed divided among several other Kings of Angels, and now those old fellows probably don’t want her to return, just as Lucifer said.

But if she really wanted to return to the heavenly throne, nothing could stop her.

As she said, tens of thousands of years is just too short, too short—it’s merely the time of a sleep for an ancient being like her. Do you expect those old fellows to have made much progress just by taking a nap?

She lost to the Divine King, true, but that was because the Divine King was too strong, not because she had become weaker, okay.

As long as she returns to heaven, she remains the strongest in heaven, and after all, this world still speaks the language of strength.

But what’s the point of going back?

The former Lord of Glory was the master of heaven, naturally prioritizing heaven’s interests, but now that she has abdicated, she should live for herself.

Ever since she left the seal and regained her freedom, she has stayed in the God King’s Palace, after all, she had decided to become a follower of the Divine King right after her defeat, even solidifying her gender for this purpose.

Well, there’s no more Lord of Glory or King of Angels; now she’s the Witch of Light.

This is no joke; she truly drank the God King’s blood and reincarnated as a witch, only that her arrogant brother hasn’t noticed it yet.

She is ready to fully experience what it means to be a witch.

However, the power of this young Dragon King is truly terrifying.

Gabriel squinted her eyes, looking at Nidhogg in the distance.

As the master of fate, she can see many things invisible to others, such as the twisted heavenly mandate surrounding His Majesty the Dragon King.

She is the master of fate but cannot master her own fate; otherwise, she wouldn’t have lost in the past, nor would she still not have taken the last step to become an omniscient and omnipotent god.

Alas, as the master of fate, she herself is just a part of fate.

The reason the Divine King could defeat her back then was because he transcended fate, stepping out of the River of Destiny, becoming detached, no longer manipulated by fate.

But this Dragon King...

How should I describe it?

If I am the incarnation of the River of Destiny, free to decide the course of the river, then the Divine King is like a person on the riverbank, unaffected by me.

And this Dragon King is like a dam blocking the river, standing indomitable in the river, no matter how the waters rush, governing where, how, and when the river flows, all dependent on his mood.

He’s even more troublesome than the Divine King.

Gabriel is even somewhat relieved that she didn’t encounter this Dragon King back in the day, or her fate might have been complete devouring rather than sealing.

The Dragon King’s fate system is already self-contained, even starting to inversely erode the heavenly mandate of the Western Universe. If he were to devour her, the incarnation of fate, he might truly achieve a state of omnipotence where everything follows his will.

Of course, that would merely make him stronger than the former Divine King.

After all, the current Divine King is at a level even Gabriel can’t ascertain.

After her defeat, Gabriel relinquished her authority over fate, allowing the Divine King, the person on the bank, to have the authority to control the River of Destiny, even gaining the ability to freely map the course of the river—something no mere dam could obstruct.

He has completely mastered fate, stepping into a realm Gabriel once aspired to but could never reach.

That is the incarnation of Heavenly Reason, possessing supreme authority akin to the creator.

Such a Divine King should have already reached the realm of omniscience and omnipotence, yet for some reason, he seems unwilling to truly ascend to that supreme Divine Throne.

So, is it for that child?

Gabriel’s gaze turned to the little witch, appearing like a princess beside the terrifying Dragon King, and she gave her a gentle smile.

She quite liked how the child was dressed today; bright like a little sun, quite to her taste as the Sun God.

Dorothy, however, also noticed the smile from her future mother-in-law—cough, I mean Sophia’s mother—but she couldn’t bring herself to smile right now.

Her gaze was nervously fixed on Denisha behind Gabriel, afraid that her good sister would appear by her side in the next moment, then twist her ear and drag her back to the God King’s Palace basement to lock her up.

It’s no use—after all, last time, a very angry Denisha threatened to lock her up already. If it hadn’t been for an urgent matter that suddenly pulled her away afterward, she might already be living her pampered pet life in the God King’s Palace.

Hmm, then she’d be spending her days leisurely with her good sister doing everything for her, engaging in discussions about magic when bored, having her bed warmed when sleepy, and eventually being spoiled into an utterly dependent waste of a person.

Hiss, now that sounds surprisingly nice too.

Ah, spit, spit, spit, Dorothy, if you remain so unambitious, you’ll sooner or later get into trouble; have you forgotten your grand ambition never to be subservient to others?

The homebody witch hastily stopped her mind from straying.

Even though Nidhogg’s single word calmed the hall and quieted the banquet hall, Dorothy couldn’t quite trust this formidable Dragon King, as his mighty voice seemed rather strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Damn it, why don’t you display your authority over Denisha and quarrel with Gabriel and Lucifer instead?

Dorothy thought this as she grumbled inwardly.

But dragging this out wasn’t a solution, so she put on a pleasing welcoming smile and secretly transmitted to her good sister.

"Denisha, how come you’re here?"

She asked this way.

"Oh, am I not supposed to come? Or are you not pleased I came?"

Denisha’s voice quickly sounded in Dorothy’s ears.

"Oh, I see, having fun holding hands with Dragon King, perhaps sister I did come at a bad time."

She seemed a bit resentful as she said this.

Dorothy: "...."

The homebody witch felt a tingling on her scalp.

Goodness, how is she supposed to answer that?

But it’s clear she has to reply; her magical inspiration was frantically warning her that if she couldn’t appease this good sister today, she’d find herself in the God King’s Palace basement VIP lounge.

Immediately, Dorothy earnestly transmitted back.

"Denisha, the way you say it, you’re just in time, and good sister, you know me, I wouldn’t want something so grand for my birthday. I’m socially anxious, you know; it’s all arranged by the Dragon King, how could I refuse?"

The homebody witch started the blame-shifting tactic.

But what she was saying was indeed the truth; she truly didn’t dare decline the Dragon King’s arrangements, okay.

"Heh heh...."

Denisha chuckled a few times, making Dorothy feel all jittery.

Just as the homebody witch felt her final destination was the basement, she heard a sigh.

"Sigh, alright, it seems like there’s nothing I can do with you people; you act as if I’d really devour you."

Denisha said this.

"I just came to attend your birthday party, after all, you said that as long as one brings blessings, none will be refused."

"Happy birthday, Dorothy."