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Hmm, although witches wield immense power and have long lifespans, they still have a human heart beating in their chest.

And with more of such comments, the forum fell silent for a moment, and the atmosphere wasn’t as one-sided as before.

Of course, in a big community, there are all kinds of people, and soon enough, some trolls and members of the Iron-blooded Witch Sect stood up to refute, and the two sides started flaming each other, which eventually led to arranging fights offline.

After all, witches are known to start fights over the smallest disagreements, even if it’s the apocalypse outside with temperatures below freezing, nothing can stop their fervent duel hearts.

Yeah, probably when Dorothy sees multiple fighting incident reports in tomorrow’s meeting, her blood pressure will spike again.

Meanwhile, in the resettlement area of the outer satellite city of Pandora City.

Haila (Star Burial) also turned off her watch-like Magic Network terminal.

“Tsk, sometimes I really wonder if these idiots are even witches. They even complain about their own ancestors.”

This Underworld civil servant witch cursed in her heart, then she gulped down the porridge in front of her in one go.

Originally, she was frowning and ready to force herself to drink, but after a sip, her frown eased.

“They actually changed the flavor, and this one is really not bad.”

She nodded in satisfaction, then she sneakily glanced at her busy sister Agatha in the kitchen, deliberately raising her voice and saying loudly.

Ever since that previous meeting, Haila had known that her sister was actually a witch, and apparently one of the top ones at the Witch Academy, the kind who had the credentials to attend meetings at the Holy Palace.

At that previous meeting, the proposal to improve the flavor of the liquid nutrient meals was made by her sister, and although Haila felt she might be overthinking, she really thought that her sister made the proposal because she often complained about how bad it tasted.

And now, this messy porridge indeed came in multiple flavors, which was obviously the result of Agatha’s efforts. As an older sister, Haila felt it was necessary to praise her sister.

Of course, not wanting to reveal her own identity, she naturally couldn’t openly praise her sister and could only use this indirect method.

But it was clear that her busy sister in the kitchen had received her praise, as evidenced by the big smile on her face.

“Hehe, it’s all thanks to the Prime Minister.”

As a hardcore fan of the Prime Minister, Agatha habitually attributed all glory to her idol.

Well, actually, Agatha also still thought her own sister was truly a mortal, so she could only say this. It’s not like she could claim credit for improving the flavors herself.

“Tsk, humans are actually quite nice. I don’t understand why those idiots look down on them. It’s not like they actually contribute much. A bunch of keyboard warriors, and here I am, the one actually doing the work, staying silent. If they have time to chat on forums, they should work more.”

The young witch student thought angrily as she looked at her “human” sister, whose smile from enjoying the food made her look even more beautiful, and recalled the news she had just seen on the Magic Network Forum.

She felt that her relationship with her sister was great, like real siblings, and that apart from the difference in power, witches and humans weren’t that different.

“Alright, Agatha, thank you for the hard work. I’m heading out now. There’s something I need to handle at the construction site, so I might be back late.”

Haila felt relieved seeing her sister smiling happily due to the praise. She didn’t really care whether her sister was a witch or a mortal, as it made no difference to her as an Underworld civil servant.

Besides, their ancestor Joan was a mortal, and Haila dared not look down on mortals.

Thinking of her ancestor, she stood up, put on her heavy coat, and stepped out into the blizzard and biting cold winds.

She indeed had a task to complete today, as the mechanical reincarnation plan had begun.

Wearing the skull mask again, Haila transformed back into Star Burial, then after ensuring her sister wasn’t watching, she zigzagged her way to a basement.

Upon entering the basement, she found many black-robed figures gathered there, with the place filled with items related to death, indicating it wasn’t a reputable place.

In fact, this was the gathering point for the cult End of All Things Cult.

“Priest…”

Seeing Star Burial’s arrival, the black-robed figures immediately bent over and greeted her respectfully.

“Mortals suffer, only by embracing death can they find peace…”

…..

“Hey, Teacher Dorothy, I heard you guys were having some trouble recently?”

Noah’s Ark, Papal Palace, Pope Loli looked at her new teacher and hesitated for a moment before asking.

“Trouble? What trouble?”

The homebody witch looked at her new student in confusion.

“That End of All Things Cult, those heretics have been promoting the benefits of the afterlife, encouraging people to commit suicide. I heard that things have been pretty chaotic on your end recently.”

Noah said cautiously.

She wasn’t sure if she should be saying this, given that it was difficult to explain her source of information, which was her informant in Pandora City.

Nonetheless, she decided to say it, trusting her teacher knew about the informant and wouldn’t be angry over it.

“Oh, that. Yes, it’s troublesome, as such cult ideologies have a market in post-apocalyptic times. But it’s not a big deal; I’ll clean them up soon.”

Dorothy chuckled. Of course, she couldn’t reveal to Noah that it was all part of her plan and that she was actually the leader of that cult.

Hehe, who would’ve thought that the better afterlife wasn’t just a ruse but a fact, and the deceased were indeed resting in the New World.

The homebody witch thought proudly.

Naturally, she put on a slightly angry expression, pretending to be in control and unrushed despite the urgency.

Mmh, behind the End of All Things Cult, besides her hidden leadership, there was another hand stirring things up from the Glorious Divine Kingdom.

The Angels had intervened again, this time using gloom and despair to spread cult beliefs among mortals in the post-apocalyptic era.

The Angels were pros at religion, whether it was orthodox or heretical.

The End of All Things Cult was actually spread secretly by the Angels, selling the classic idea from their Gospel that during the apocalypse, the afterlife in heaven is better than living.

The Angels thought they had made up the cult, but they had no idea the absurd theory was actually true in the Magic Republic.

And they wouldn’t believe the cult’s success was not because of their religious skills but for other reasons.

Well, actually, one of the Angels, disguised as a mortal, took the role of High Pastor and truly believed in her skills to operate and disguise.

This Angel of Wisdom had no clue that the entire cult knew her true identity all along.

The reason being, all priests and cultists down the ranks were Dorothy’s people.

Yes, the entire Underworld Team was running the cult now.

And why not? If people were joining the cult, why couldn’t it be their own members?

“Hehe, look at me, going with the flow and using deception on the enemy.”

Dorothy smirked inwardly.

Noah, seeing her “determined” teacher, hesitated. She wanted to tell her the heretics were backed by the Divine Envoys, but couldn’t betray her nation.

So…

…the teacher and student continued their mutual deception…