Otaku Witch-Chapter 703 - 489

703: 489.

Goodbye

703: 489.

Goodbye

High above Pandora City, a figure sped through the air, a young girl with four pure white wings trailing behind her.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, is that all?

I thought you’d be more impressive,” she mocked.

As Dorothy flew swiftly, she shook her head with a touch of disdain.

She felt that the Evil Breed Little Lolita must have had some screws loose in her head.

After all, if you’re playing hide and seek with someone, why would you insist on forcefully forming a contract?

It was almost as if she were afraid no one could find her, so she purposely tied a rope around her waist and handed the other end to Dorothy, making the entire act rather baffling.

At first, Dorothy had even considered if this was a deliberate trap set by the Evil Breed, a trap within a trap, so she had studied it carefully for a minute or two.

She hadn’t dared to crawl directly through the opposite network cable, instead, she took a detour and called a high-end Hover Car nearby to test the waters.

The outcome proved that she had been playing a game of wits against thin air—this little one was genuinely inept.

But on second thought, it made sense.

Although those Mechanical Monks from the research institute made it sound spectacular, they were just a bunch of well-educated Mortals.

As for the previous incidents involving that Evil Breed, they sounded quite sinister, but it boiled down to her killing or toying with a few Mortals, which wasn’t that remarkable.

Any Transcendent could do as much.

In short, if one were to make an analogy, this Evil Breed was just like a barbarian who always dominated in a small pond with decent Talent.

But now, she had wandered into a league of professional champions.

This little one had always been able to overpower others with her abilities, which likely led her to have an excessive trust in her powers, believing them to be invincible and not realizing they could be traced back by someone else.

Alas, it couldn’t be helped, considering she was just an untrained, wild Superpower User.

The problem was simply a lack of broader experience and knowledge, which made her overconfident.

Dorothy felt it was her duty as an adult to teach this young one a lesson, to let her understand there’s always someone better out there.

Although the little one’s access level in the Magic Network was indeed high, could she really think she was the only one with such privileges?

The Magic Network was initially conceptualized by Dorothy and promoted by Denisha.

Even though the Evil Breed Little Lolita had gained control over the Magic Network Core through her abilities, she still didn’t fully understand the principles of the Magic Web and therefore could not fully master it.

At least for now, Dorothy and Denisha’s highest access levels remained intact and were not revoked.

Thus, it seemed the Evil Breed Little Lolita was like a child wielding a big sword.

Although she looked impressive, lacking the knowledge of swordsmanship meant she couldn’t fully utilize the blade’s potential.

Besides, even if she had no authority, the current, incomplete Magic Network didn’t pose much of a problem for the Homebody Witch.

After all, even with the perfect Magic Network outside, she had the capability to cause some mischief, only refraining from going too far out of respect for the majesty of the Lord Demon King.

But there were no Devil Kings in this era.

With no tiger in the mountains, it’s no surprise if Dorothy claims to be the king.

The thought of soon seeing the resentful but helpless expression on that rambunctious Evil Breed’s face filled the Homebody Witch with a bit of anticipation.

Thereupon, she beat her wings and sped up again, heading straight for the Hover Car she had controlled to fly towards her.

On the other side…

“I’ve found you,” she said.

“Found you.”

“Found…”

In the high-end Hover Car at that moment, from the car speakers, the vehicle’s display screen, the television on the roof, and all other devices capable of making sound or displaying text, these words and sounds were being continuously emitted.

In the backseat of the car, Artie, small, pitiful, and helpless, was curled up into a ball.

She shut her eyes, held her ears, and trembled.

Okay, she was actually a bit scared.

After all, fundamentally, she was still a ten-year-old girl.

Even if a lack of empathy towards her kind allowed her to watch her despicable relatives die without changing her expression, when disaster struck her, her response wasn’t much stronger than any normal child’s.

Ultimately, her abilities and Magic Network access level were all she had relied on, and now that these once-dependable assets were no longer effective, the little girl naturally felt very insecure.

Nevertheless, she did her best to hold back the tears that almost fell.

“Artie, oh Artie, you can’t cry.

You’re the one who’s supposed to become the Demon Queen.

A future personage must have dignity.

And I haven’t lost yet, have I?” she convinced herself.

Then, she grabbed the gem pendant on her chest and began to mobilize all her power to hack into the Magic Network, trying to regain control of the two Hover Cars.

The gem pendant began to emit a faint glow, and Artie’s consciousness was almost entirely projected into the Magic Web Space.

In that space, filled with myriad strange runes, an ethereal Artie quietly appeared.

That was her soul’s projection in the Magic Web Space.