Otaku Witch-Chapter 746 - 505

746: 505.

Three People Morning Run_2

746: 505.

Three People Morning Run_2

But seeing Dorothy in even more pain yet still not giving up, Emora found the words “I want to go home” hard to utter, and Little Fatty Dragon could only grit its teeth and then continued running with a crestfallen look.

As for the homebody witch herself…

Oh well, when physical strength is lacking, willpower will have to do.

Though she constantly says she just wants to lie down, Dorothy inherently hates to fail; she never does something unless she can excel at it.

Failure isn’t frightening, but what is terrifying is giving up after failing.

She is someone who takes matters seriously; once she truly set in motion, her eyes were only on ultimate success.

As for the setbacks and failures along the way?

Those were just a bit of frost along the journey.

“Ah, it’s a bit of a pity, though; this is a good opportunity to practice the ‘Thousand Hammering and Hundred Refining’ series of specialties.

Sadly, I’m not a witch right now, but it’s also not bad for training my martial will.”

That’s what the homebody witch thought, and then she walked slowly but resolutely forward.

Though her bones were like steel and her blood like lead mercury, this body, devoid of magic power enhancement, was cumbersome with every inch of its flesh, and if it were anyone else, moving even a finger would be difficult.

But if strength was lacking, skills would suffice.

The will of the Martial God permeated her entire body, precisely controlling every inch of flesh in motion.

Dorothy’s brain was also operating at high speed, efficiently calculating the most energy-saving movement trajectories and methods of exertion.

All the martial arts and combat tactics she remembered were quickly deconstructed and then recombined in this process, turning into each of her steps.

Gradually, the homebody witch began to breathe steadily as she walked, her breath growing long and regular.

This surprised Little Fatty Dragon, because this was the breathing technique of the Great Dragon.

And the homebody witch’s stride and pace also quickly improved, changing from a zombie’s shuffle to a brisk walk, then into normal walking, and then into a fast walk, and finally, she even managed to break into a run…

Although each step she ran was a severe strain on her physical endurance and also a torment to her own will, the incessant fatigue washed over her will like consecutive giant waves.

Every inch of her body cried out in desperation under this almost self-destructive strain, pleading with her, the master, to stop, fearing they might really break down if she continued.

Indeed, if she didn’t muster all her strength each time, she couldn’t have run, and if she didn’t overdrive her muscles every time, she wouldn’t have had the strength to move her heavy body.

What looked like running was actually each step being a full-force strike against the ground, gathering all her strength for a blow that could lead to exhaustion, muscle strain, and possibly months in the hospital.

Thankfully, the life essence from over five hundred years was not in vain.

Whenever her body was damaged by this violently forced overdrive, a cool life force would gather at the wound and swiftly repair everything.

Although these freshly repaired areas would be destroyed again by the next wave of overdrive just seconds later.

Repairing the flesh caused a tingling and itching sensation, and the subsequent tearing of the flesh brought intense, lingering pain, a combination truly worse than death.

What made it even more painful was that Dorothy was a highly sensitive witch, which meant her body was extremely sensitive…

Alas, it multiplied the taste of hell significantly.

But, ultimately, the homebody witch gritted her teeth and persisted.

In that moment, Dorothy desperately missed her dear Little Four.

If the Fairy King were still around, she would have definitely packed all the pain and discomfort and tossed it her way.

But regretfully, on this Witch’s Night, she obviously didn’t have such high-level capabilities like incarnation since she wasn’t even a witch.

No, it’s not accurate to say it didn’t exist, for the essence of incarnation is merely a witch partitioning some of her characteristics to operate independently; fundamentally, they are still one, inseparable.

The Fairy King might not necessarily be Dorothy, but Dorothy could definitely become the Fairy King.

Since everything about the Fairy King originates from her, naturally, whatever the Fairy King can do, she can surely accomplish if she wishes.

Thus, in this process that could be described as both training and torture of the will, certain traits that had been lying dormant deep within the homebody witch’s soul were gradually awakened, and eventually, the spectral Martial Soul of the Ruined Dragon King manifested behind her.

Even though, lacking the enhancement of multitasking, this Martial Soul was merely an ordinary, unintelligent one, strictly speaking, it seemed to be the first time Dorothy summoned this Fairy King Martial Soul purely based on her own will.

After all, the first time she managed to summon a Martial Soul, she used the forced spiritual body summoning spell taught by senior Fanny and couldn’t even control it; it was only through the clever maneuvers of multitasking that she finally got the Fairy King Martial Soul to move on its own.

Essentially, back then, it was like cheating; as if you got a girl’s body but not her heart, so you used hypnotism to make the girl fall for you, thus indirectly acquiring both body and heart.