Otaku Witch-Chapter 598 - 446. Hero Creation

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Listening to the heavy knocking at the door, the family that was originally hugging and crying together inside the house suddenly all froze in unison.

Afterward, the disheveled woman, showing a look of despair, and the children with residual scars on their bodies trembled, while the silent man clenched his teeth and fists; he was squeezing so hard that his fingernails almost pierced his flesh.

This day had come several times, and it was indeed too much to bear.

However, the woman's voice that followed from the door silenced the family once more.

The woman, who initially had a look of despair, turned her head towards the man, while the man who had just been angry began to tremble slightly in his legs.

In this cursed place, it wasn't just women who were unsafe—the men, particularly those with handsome looks, didn't fare much better either.

After all, who said Supernatural Villains had to be men? And even if they were men, wouldn't they also target other men? Just like the wicked person who had just dropped a copper coin and left was actually a woman.

"What should we do, dear?"

The woman, no longer able to despair, grabbed the man's hand somewhat bewildered.

"It's alright, it might just be someone coming to collect protection money,"

the man said, squeezing the woman's hand, then struggled to muster a smile.

"But we've already run out of money, and this is already the fourth time this month that they've come to collect protection money. The previous White Dragon Gang had just collected protection money up to 40 years ago."

The woman couldn't smile at all, her eyes filled with even deeper despair.

In the City of Sin, not only were ordinary people like them unsafe, but the situation for the normally dominant gangsters wasn't much better. Every day here saw the rise of new gangs and the fall of old ones.

However, this rapid turnover among the gangs wasn't good news for those at the bottom like them. After all, just when you've scrimped and saved to pay the Black Wolf Gang your protection money and thought you could have some peace of mind for a while, the next day the Black Wolf Gang would be annihilated by the White Dragon Gang, and then people from the White Dragon Gang would come knocking again for more protection money...

After the downfall of several gangs, the protection money the family had paid theoretically amounted to nearly 40 years in the future, although it still wasn't helpful at all, considering that the White Dragon Gang's time was probably up and it was likely people from the new ruling gang coming this time.

Hearing the woman's words, the man fell silent, then he lowered his head to look at his wrist, where traces of numerous needle marks were densely packed.

"Then I'll make another trip to the Blood Temple soon,"

he said. The elders at the Blood Temple, who regularly collected blood, priced it based on its quality. The man's blood was of good quality and he had survived many rounds of protection money demands through this method, barely keeping his family intact, otherwise, a woman or child would often have to be taken away to make up the numbers.

"No, the elders at the temple have said that you've already exceeded the limit this month. It should be me..."

The woman was getting anxious, she was just about to persuade the man, but then the sound of the door opening came from the entrance.

The man and woman turned their heads together, and then saw their ten-year-old daughter already standing by the door—it was she who had opened it.

"Sister Nun, can you spare my family, please? I'll come with you,"

said the skinny little girl, wearing a tattered burlap robe and looking up.

Man and Woman: "..."

Dorothy: "..."

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The Homebody Witch, who had been banging on the door with a 'Creation of the World', truly hadn't anticipated such a turn of events, but after a momentary stun, a smile appeared on her face.

Although Dorothy's face was veiled at the time, the ordinary fabric of this world obviously could hardly conceal the charm of her divine features. Everyone present could easily sense that Miss Nun was smiling and were momentarily captivated by the smile.

"Sister Nun, you're so beautiful."

The young girl, unable to hide her thoughts, spoke straightforwardly.

Dorothy: "..."

The Homebody Witch fell slightly silent; had it been any other witch, they would have been delighted to hear such a compliment, but she found her feelings a bit complex after hearing it.

She indeed preferred it when people praised her as handsome, cool, or strong.

But anyway, who would argue with a child? Particularly such a sensible child. She reached out to touch the little girl's head, gently ruffling her somewhat coarse hair.

"Little sister, you really have a sweet mouth. Don't say it again, but since you chose to open the door, it indeed shows that you are destined to be connected with me. So, I'll give you this divine token, and may you always preserve this heart that wants to protect your family and the courage you showed today."

The Homebody Witch took out a pendant shaped like a miniature hammer from her pocket and hung the necklace around the little one's neck.

Meanwhile, inside the house, the man and woman watched nervously as the odd nun appeared at the door. Their concern for their daughter even made them immune to the influence of the Face of God; they dared only to watch cautiously from a distance, not daring to make any rash movements, fearing that any misstep might provoke the strange nun and cause harm to their daughter.

Next to them, a little boy, only about four or five years old, seemed to want to go to the door to play with his sister, but before he could move, the man and woman quickly grabbed him and covered the little guy's mouth.