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Declaration of War

Declaration of War

Inside a vast cavity thousands of kilometers underground, the homebody witch tracked the traces of the previous Calamity Beast’s activities and found what she was looking for.

It was a huge, broken eggshell.

Although it was called an eggshell, the oppressive feeling from its several dozen meters height was overwhelming.

Just…

“Emmm, it seems not all monsters eat their eggshells after hatching, huh?”

Gazing at the freshly broken shell still coated with an unknown, sticky substance, Dorothy touched her chin and suddenly thought of this.

As far as she knew, Great Dragons were the kind that would eat their shells, while Calamity Beasts apparently didn’t like doing so—which might also be because this particular Earthquake Disaster Beast had an eggshell made of stone.

The homebody witch casually tapped on the shell, and the feedback from the touch let her know that it was indeed quite hard and of fine quality stone.

Well, given its hardness, even Emora would find it tough on the teeth—it’s no wonder the bovine-shaped beast didn’t take a few bites.

Dorothy then curiously examined the dark, foul-smelling black liquid within the stone egg, and after thorough research, she surprisingly discovered that this stuff was actually quite valuable.

This was the Breath of Calamity with an exceedingly high concentration.

The Life Essence she had soaked in for over five hundred years was made from highly concentrated life force liquified, and this Breath of Calamity was similar, a high-level material only formed when calamity Qi gathered at high concentrations.

Of course, one could tell from its name, this was not something used for saving lives but a highly dangerous, specialized material.

Witches usually used the Breath of Calamity as casting materials in curse-type magic, with just one drop added, it could greatly enhance the power of curse spells.

Therefore, this stuff was actually sold by the drop in reality—Dorothy recalled one drop costing roughly one Witch Gold Yuan, which was quite expensive.

After all, that was the weekly living expenses for a normal witch family of three.

Now, as the homebody witch stared at the small lake of Breath of Calamity inside the broken stone egg, her eyes nearly turned into the appearance of Witch Gold Yuan.

“Mama mia, I’m rich.”

Dorothy was about to explode with joy, but soon she became indifferent again.

“What a bummer, I’m just dreaming, aren’t I?”

As soon as she realized this cruel fact, the homebody witch was so upset she almost cried.

There is no greater pain in this world than this.

Of course, pain aside, that didn’t stop her from swiftly collecting that small lake of Breath of Calamity with a swift wave of her hand.

The homebody witch decided to head home later and make a voodoo doll of Sophia, then soak it in this Breath of Calamity while continuously cursing it.

“Take this, you unfair fighter, attacking me, a comrade who just slept for over five hundred years and is still unfamiliar with the current situation.”

Humph, that’s the plan.

From now on, I’ll curse her three times a day—morning, noon, and night—after all, I can’t take this valuable material back.

I’ll have to use it all up.

It’s just that there’s a bit too much Breath of Calamity.

Sophia, you better endure it.

The homebody witch quickly calculated her revenge plan in her head, but as she did, she sighed, feeling somewhat bored.

“Ah, is war really unavoidable?”

Although she had long known that she and Sophia were now enemies, to be honest, Dorothy had yet had a clear and distinct realization of this reality.

Even though they had already had one confrontation in the first act, that was a legitimate war where the fighting felt much like the duel games they used to play, not very shocking.

But now, into this second act, when her roommate really started pulling tricks, the homebody witch was struggling.

If possible, she still wanted to have a one-on-one duel with Sophia, where no matter who lost or won, they would just take a beating from the other, with no other person getting hurt.

But a war…

Thinking of Pandora City outside, that peaceful and tranquil place, Dorothy clenched her fists.

A total war means many real deaths.

Although this Witch’s Night was nothing more than an imaginary dream, besides the witches and the King of Angels, other people were all just NPCs constructed from past phantoms, akin to foot soldiers in games.

Normally, no player would feel sad or softened by the death of their foot soldiers, but the problem is that this broken game was too realistic.

Dorothy thought about her assistant Koreya, the black sheep girl who was so lively; how could she be a cold NPC?

She also thought about the followers in the Church of Machinery she had created, whose images of countless fearless workers charging forward in the first act were still very clear in her mind.

Could she really treat these people just as NPCs to be used?

The homebody witch recalled when Sophia first told her about the Witch’s Night festival.

Back then, the Pure White Witch had repeatedly asked her if she really wanted to participate, specifically emphasizing the brutality of war.

What was her response back then?

Just an illusionary realm?

Have I not seen more blood than you?

Remembering her own mockery of Sophia at the time, Dorothy covered her face.