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“Well, I didn’t see when I’ll die, but I saw how I’ll die, and several possibilities at that.”

Senior Joyful seemed genuinely frightened and desperately needed someone to confide in, to disperse the overwhelming terror that could drive someone insane. Unlike her usual enigmatic self, she straightforwardly shared her plight.

“The first thing I saw was that I, with the victory of Divinity, chose the Witch’s standpoint and became the Fourth King, thus directly obliterating the entire Western Universe, making the Witch World the true ruler of this Western Universe.

But soon after, a very handsome mortal Brave rose strongly, defying fate, and then united the survivors of various races who had become witch slaves, storming Pandora City just like the God King Teacher attacked heaven. ”

“That uncle was really absurd. The cold and dignified God King Teacher saw him and immediately bowed his head, not daring to speak. The Dragon King Teacher, known for never submitting, directly knelt before him. Only the Devil King Teacher and I felt indifferent towards him, wanting to take him down, but the Devil King Teacher was held back by the God King Teacher and Dragon King Teacher. And there I was, foolishly going up to him, only to be sliced by him with a single sword.”

“Then I saw that I, with the victory of Demonic Nature, chose to destroy the Witch World, but before I could act, the Three Kings Teacher suddenly revealed their cards as well—they had secretly become Omniscient and Omnipotent—and then I was ganged up on by the teachers and beaten to death.”

“I also saw the possibility where the Three Kings Teacher couldn’t break through and were killed by my Demonic Nature.

After I successfully destroyed the Witch World, the storm on the Sea of Nothingness suddenly calmed down, and a terrifying Immortal with a small sun hanging behind his head, dazzling bright, so you couldn’t see his face clearly, came from the East and then glanced at me, and together with the Western Universe, I was gone. ”

…..

Dorothy: “…”

Listening to Senior Fanny’s sobbing complaints, the House Witch was somewhat speechless too.

“Why is it all Divinity and Demonic Nature winning? Isn’t there a future where your Humanity wins, Senior?”

She didn’t know how to comfort the senior who seemingly faced dead ends in every future, so she could only curiously change the topic.

However, her question made Hat Senior Sister almost burst into tears.

“There’s absolutely no future where my Humanity wins. I’m destined to be gone fifty years from now.”

The House Witch really didn’t know what to say now.

This poor senior.

“Um, Dorothy, didn’t you see anything?”

The senior cried a bit, then came to her senses and blinked her Starry Eyes, looking at her Master in confusion.

To this, Dorothy calmly shook her head.

“Honestly, no. To me, it’s just a very beautiful, majestic, yet familiar gate. By the way, Senior, has there been an Immortal involved with the Gates of the Underworld in the past? Why does it have such an Immortal vibe, which doesn’t match the Witch World at all.”

The House Witch seized the opportunity to inquire about Senior Fanny regarding why the Gates of the Underworld in the Witch World were wearing the skin of Ghost Gate.

And this time, Senior Fanny was entirely closed off.

Heh, Dorothy, you’re aloof, you’re impressive, a Natural Saint is really something, effortlessly ignoring the terror between life and death, unaffected by the Transcendent Tribulation.

But can you show some awareness? Why is the Gates of the Underworld wearing the clothing of Ghost Gate?

Haven’t you figured that out yourself? You said the gate looked familiar, right?

Of course, it does—it’s from a dream you had not long ago.

Well, a powerful witch can have countless incarnations, can’t the Underworld System, such an impressive thing, have several skins?

With four suns in the sky now, is it strange for the underground Underworld to have an extra gate?

Not strange at all, right?

Hat Senior Sister was tired, not wanting to deal with the various Versailles-styled nuances of her Master.

Despite this, Senior Fanny glanced at the little sun surrounded by the Day of the Three Kings outside the window and inexplicably found it familiar.

Hmm, it kinda resembles the little sun behind the head of that terrifying Immortal she just saw in her death vision…

emmmmm…

Hat Senior Sister suddenly realized a possibility and silently turned her head.

Okay, she’s just changed the hat’s direction, switching from wearing it straight to wearing it backwards.

Although for a circular Witch Hat, this change made no practical difference, it at least showed Senior Fanny’s attitude.

Heartbroken Senior didn’t want to deal with Dorothy and pointed her butt at her.jpg

Dorothy: “….”

Looking at the seemingly upset Hat Senior Sister, the House Witch was a bit perplexed.

Seriously, is she really angry now? Did I say something wrong?

She was just contemplating whether she should comfort this pitiful senior, but suddenly, there was a noise from the Ghost Gate in front of her.

Eeek…

That was the sound of the wooden door hinges turning.

The Ghost Gate opened.

“Damn… I didn’t do anything!”

Dorothy was frightened out of her wits.

She thought of the legend that seeing the opening of the Gates of the Underworld would lead to death. Although she hadn’t felt the fear of death from this door before, she didn’t quite believe in such legends.

However, being cautious, the House Witch immediately closed her eyes and turned around.

Hmm, when it comes to certain things, it’s better to believe them than not, especially when it costs nothing, might as well believe a little.

Her life is all she has, better not take chances with it.

However, as she turned away, the previously upset Hat Senior Sister was directly facing the Gates of the Underworld.

Senior Fanny: “o((⊙﹏⊙))o”

Tired, really exhausted, Dorothy, I want to end our friendship. You heartless troublemaker.

Hat Senior Sister thought, infuriated and cold, but after all, she was the Future Fourth King, even though the Gates of the Underworld had the rumored “Open Gate Kill” Authority, it had no effect on her.

After all, she was the Witch World’s “Crown Prince,” with a position closely tied to that. The “Open Gate Kill” Authority’s power of determining life and death derives from the Mother of the World, the Creator’s absolute governance over her creations.

But that’s her biological mother!

How could her biological mother be heartless enough to wish her own daughter dead?

Senior Fanny had this self-confidence.

Then…..

Then the power of Open Gate Kill fell upon her head.

Senior Fanny: “…..”

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻.

Damn it, Mother Superior, from now on, you’ve lost a daughter.

The Open Gate Kill Authority just went through the motions on her without truly taking effect, yet seeing Dorothy underneath not going through even the slightest of motions, Hat Senior Sister really felt she might be redundant.

Oh well, I’m your biological daughter, and as good as Dorothy may be, she’s still someone else’s, right?

Senior Fanny went through a whirlwind of anger and cold feelings.

However, as the Ghost Gate opened bit by bit, it revealed the three figures seemingly waiting at the door this whole time.

The leading figure wore a white robe with a smiling mask on her face, and accompanying her were two small figures.

The one on the left had a large horn on its head and wore an ox-head mask, holding a snack bag and stuffing it into its mouth randomly.

The one on the right walked on stilts and wore a horse-face mask, mischievously holding a drumstick but had no drum on him.

And when the giant gate fully opened, these three figures approached the House Witch, who donned a pitch-black Grand Inquisitor uniform.

Senior Fanny: “…”

Hat Senior Sister instinctively wanted to extend a tentacle to remind Dorothy underneath, but before she could act, the horse-faced figure on stilts glanced sideways at her, shook the drumstick in its hand, looked at the House Witch’s full and round derrière, and the slender eyes under the mask curved into a playful smile.

Hence, Senior Joyful promptly understood the intention of Teacher Joyful, shifting the originally reaching tentacle, meant for reminding the merciless Master, to giving a thumbs-up at her teacher.

Teacher, I totally get it, do as you please.

And just as the horse-faced figure on stilts silently approached Dorothy from behind, raising the drumstick high, the House Witch suddenly turned around.

Hmm, the sound behind her stopped. She couldn’t help but feel curious, wanting to peek at what the afterlife world inside the Ghost Gate looked like.

And thus, Dorothy found herself staring directly into the eyes of the horse-face figure, drumstick still raised high.

…In the silence… atmosphere тe.nse…