Otaku Witch

Chapter 226 201. The handyman who comes to your door

Meanwhile, Dorothy was still working hard at moving bricks—uh, no, saving the world.

As a Master, she indeed had the ability to temporarily share the magic power of her familiars since a witch's familiar was essentially their spare mana pool, and many witches would intentionally contract a familiar known for its abundant Magic Power.

However, Dorothy's case was rather unique; both her Magic Wand, Buster, and her Armored Beast, Fafnir, were merely children born less than a month ago. They themselves needed Magic Power to grow, and it was already a good thing if they didn't drain the Master's Magic Power, let alone provide for her.

As for Hat Senior Sister, she had plenty of Magic Power, but obviously, this familiar was more like a big shot masquerading as a familiar. The overwhelming gap in power meant that Dorothy had no way to treat the Future Fourth King as a familiar to be commanded; whether she could borrow some Strength depended entirely on Senior Sister's mood.

Today, Senior Sister was evidently in a good mood, so Dorothy got to experience what infinite Magic was like.

Compared to Senior Sister's experience of directly connecting their mana pools through a Familiar Contract, even the fire hydrant-like output from Lord Demon King seemed laughable and flimsy; at this moment, Dorothy had taken on the form of Senior Sister.

The sensation of depleting all Magic Power one second and being completely refilled the next was absolutely marvelous. All those spell theories that had always lingered in her mind but which she dared not try due to the limitations of her Magic Power, were now easily tested to her heart's content—Dorothy had never fought such a lavishly powered battle.

Of course, limited by her own mana pool of just over thirty thousand, the peak flow rate of her Magic Power could only be controlled at around 30,000 Mana per second—that was the limit she could bear. Any more than that, and her body wouldn't be able to cope; it could likely cause damage to her mana pool, which would be troublesome.

It was like the spillway of a dam, once the flow of floodwaters exceeded the limit the spillway could handle, then the dam itself might collapse; that would be far too dangerous.

Therefore, the homebody witch could only use spells that consumed less than 30,000 Mana at this time, and using such spells to repair the world was like trying to dig the earth with a toothpick.

But this was not insurmountable for Dorothy. With such an ample supply of Magic Power, her brain was extraordinarily agile, her Inspiration, exceptionally active—as if she had been starving for years and had finally encountered a hearty meal.

So after a bit of pondering, Dorothy casually modified several high-order spells that originally consumed three or four hundred thousand Mana and changed them from one-time, high Magic Power burst spells to ones with delayed effects, with an average consumption of around 3k Mana per second.

Well, now that she had the tools to fix the "house," what was needed next was to apply the right solution.

Gravitational collapse?

That could be fixed with gravity spells from the Evocation School, and if one patch wasn't enough, she'd attempt a composite Eternal Magic Array.

A land permeated with Death Qi?

She'd use the Necromancy Sect's reversal of life and death to turn death into life, achieving a purification effect.

The transformed Qi of life is rootless, gradually dissipating and not lasting?

Then she'd use Magical Herb Cultivation Technique to sow the seeds of life, solidifying that vitality with the Magical Plants.

If only plants make it seem desolate?

No problem, the Summoning School will meet your needs, choosing the most suitable cute and harmless animals from another world to summon.

......

Dorothy's three lines of thought were running at full speed, effortlessly handling the magic of the Nine Major Factions as she did her utmost to adjust the rules of this dead world and guide everything back to its original place.

Thus, as this witch—who had somehow transformed into a figure with three heads and six arms, bearing a divine aura—walked upon this dead moon's land, the dark clouds dispersed, the haze vanished, and warm sunlight formed a canopy of light behind her.

With every step she took, the dead earth revived, with all sorts of wondrous plants wildly growing, and various animals, appearing from nowhere, began to animate the newborn jungle; suddenly, there was birdsong and fragrance.

With every bit of progress her seemingly fragile body made, her invisible great Strength shattered those unruly Calamities, stopping the downpour in its tracks, silencing the snowstorms, dissipating the heatwave, calming the earthquakes...

Thus, the chaotic seasons were revised back into the orderly Four Seasons, night and day orderly rotated with the blink of the witch's eyes.

In this moment, deities with smiles walked in her Divine Realm; she, with her supreme power, brought redemption to this apocalyptic world.

But no one knew what the deities were really thinking behind their smiling faces.

...

"Ah, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die, my pig brain is on the verge of overload, okay? My body is so tired. Isn't this work meant for humans? Is this the weight of the world?"

Dorothy had never exerted herself like she was now. In the past, she might have been rich in theoretical experience but lacked practical experience. However, now, in the process of adjusting the world, she had drained all her knowledge and used every trick she had. All her accumulated wisdom from the past sixteen years was fully displayed throughout this journey, and her unfinished hypotheses were also proven.

This practice brought her even more inspiration. The previously independent Nine Major Factions began to integrate and merge under this wave of inspiration, forming the embryo of a whole new magic in her mind. The hyperactive inspiration also reminded her that this would be the culmination of all her achievements so far, the masterpiece of her life to date.

Only...

Even if her magic power was endless and her inspiration inexhaustible, Dorothy's body and spirit were now at their limits. She was currently sustained purely by her mental willpower.

If the body fails, use magic power to strengthen it, if the spirit is at its limit, then use magic power to expand the limit. The essence of magic is the believing heart; as long as the heart doesn't give in, everything can continue.

The homebody witch gritted her teeth, cursing her past self for showing off and making empty promises, while not willing to lose face by giving up halfway and persevering in stealth.

Well, even if the major goal of saving the entire world couldn't be achieved today, she had to at least complete the smaller goal of taking care of a city.

She had promised the Moon Rabbit a home, and today she had to make good on that promise.

Dorothy, driven solely by her relentless spirit, was no longer paying attention to anything else. All her thoughts were consumed by casting spells; she even wished she could call back the Martial Soul she trained with at the Armed Society to help out.

However, just as she was working so hard, she suddenly felt her mouth being pried open and some strange, unidentified liquid being poured directly down her throat.

"Uh..."

As her eyes, which had lost focus due to concentrating all her mental power on casting spells, regained clarity, the homebody witch subconsciously clamped down on the Magic Potion Bottles and turned her other two heads to look at her junior sister beside her.

"Senior sister, are you feeling better? I think I can help you out a bit with the Magic Potion and Mental Faction work," said the Little Fox, looking at her with concern.

"Then I'll take care of the Alchemy and Evocation Faction work," said Senior Mia, stepping forward after seeing the Fox Spirit take charge.

"Uh, then I'll handle Necromancy and Summoning, just don't think I'm too bad," said Little Alice, trailing behind, not too confident as the dunce of the group.

Dorothy: "....."

The witch with six arms and three heads tilted her three heads slightly, feeling a slight touch of emotion in her heart.

But...

To be fair, I can trust Senior Mia and Audrey, but Alice, you really make me worry a bit since you can even manage to smash a bowl while washing dishes at home.

Moreover, she who always valued personal space actually didn't want to accept help; after all, it felt a bit like owing someone a favor. But seeing the sincere eyes of her three companions, she eventually nodded.

... The homebody witch pondered...