Otaku Witch-Chapter 775 - 515

775: 515.

Deceive Fate

775: 515.

Deceive Fate

“Senior Sister, we agreed not to get angry, yet here you are deceiving me, not to mention I haven’t finished speaking.”

Facing Hat Senior Sister, who had leaped up and was showering down a rain of tentacles in an attempt to verbally barrage her with tens of thousands of words, Dorothy felt somewhat helpless.

Her long hair, which normally fell over her shoulders, began to move as well.

Those strands, as soft as the night sky, now clenched into tiny fists, punching back at the torrential downpour of tentacles.

For a moment, tentacles and hair tangling fiercely, in just an instant they had collided countless times, the winds generated by their impact almost forming a storm.

In the center of that storm, Dorothy was gradually starting to falter.

Although her skills and perception could still keep up with the increasing speed of senior Fanny’s tentacles, her physical endurance was nearly overwhelmed—after all, hair isn’t like other parts of the body that can overclock.

If she were to force it, she’d lose her hair, and the Homebody Witch certainly didn’t want to go bald for such a reason.

So, seeing that her hair fists were nearing their limit, Dorothy hastily began to explain.

“Calm down, Senior Sister.

I meant faking death, the kind of faking death where you come back to life after hitting rock bottom.

Although fate is indeed unstoppable and cannot be defied, we can still deceive it, right?”

“Faking death?

Deceiving?”

Upon hearing this, senior Fanny was momentarily taken aback.

Actually, she hadn’t intended to be too harsh, but then that darn Dorothy had dared to resist, and as Fanny got carried away with the fight, she got a little too excited.

But now, getting back to the serious matter at hand, she slightly eased the power of her attacks.

The previously quick, almost invisible rain of tentacles slowed down substantially.

The Homebody Witch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed her hair was safe for now.

A witch’s hair is precious, and even though she wasn’t quite a witch during this Witch’s Night, she still had to take good care of her hair.

After all, the struggle between mortals and their hairlines is something that could never be neglected for a moment.

(Sob, my hair.)

“Yeah, really, faking death.

I’ve been wanting to test if it’s possible to deceive fate, and this is a great opportunity.

After all, you haven’t come up with a better plan, right, Senior Sister?

So why not listen to me?

We treat the dead horse as if it’s alive, just in case it works?”

She continued to persuade.

“Just in case?”

Hat Senior Sister’s blood pressure almost spiked—this is about her beloved mother’s life, okay?

And you’re taking chances here?

Is the Mother of the World your guinea pig?

Fortunately, this time senior Fanny managed to suppress her anger and did not flare up again.

After all, as Dorothy had said, they indeed had no better plan at the moment.

After all, she couldn’t really take matters into her own hands and overthrow the stronghold of the Glorious Divine Kingdom, could she?

Not to mention whether her intentional disruption of the ceremony would get her pummeled by the God King Teacher, even if she really went all out, she wouldn’t win—the other side had the Lord of Glory, the ultimate boss, on their side.

Facing such a veteran King of Angels, senior Fanny felt powerless.

Darn it, wait till I’m all-powerful in fifty years.

Then I’ll wipe out all these obstacles.

“Speak plainly.

What exactly do you plan to do?”

Faced with her own powerlessness, Hat Senior Sister had no choice but to yield to the infuriating Dorothy.

She slowed down the force in her hands and asked.

Fate was never something to be trifled with.

Even the likes of The Third King or the Lord of Glory wouldn’t dare claim full control of fate.

Until they reached Omniscience and Omnipotence, the best anyone could do was to use the eternal river of fate to varying degrees.

At most, their approach to using fate was to build dams in the river of fate, affecting its course to a certain extent.

But to truly control fate, one would have to become the River God, merging entirely with fate so that one’s will becomes the will of fate.

But that was something only the Omniscient and Omnipotent God could accomplish.

There were always those who prided themselves on being clever and attempted to fool fate, but such people ended up being bitten back by fate all the same.

Oh, wait, Dorothy is a Soul from Another World, and she’s also a Fate Saint.

She’s not really governed by our side’s fate to begin with, so it couldn’t backfire on her…

Ah, this…

Suddenly remembering this, senior Fanny paused, then her eyes lit up.

“These judgments of fate are often just a vague image or concept, usually not too specific, which gives us some leeway to maneuver.”

“Think about it, Senior Sister.

Suppose you see a prophecy of me lying motionless in a pool of blood, with everyone around me in deep sorrow staring at my body.

What comes to your mind?”

Seeing the previously wild Senior Sister relax her grip, Dorothy asked in return.

“Obviously, that you’re dead.”

Senior Fanny said matter-of-factly.

Then she watched as the Homebody Witch suddenly pulled out a bottle of ketchup, splattered it around, and then lay down peacefully in the gory-looking pool.

Hat Senior Sister: “…..”

She was beginning to grasp what Dorothy meant, but could this really work?

Wasn’t that a bit too childish?

“Dorothy, do you really think you could even fool a ghost with that?”

She commented in disbelief.

To this, the Homebody Witch nodded in agreement.

“Mhm, it might not work on ghosts, but I feel like there’s still some hope of fooling fate.”