Otaku Witch-Chapter 776 - 515

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Deceive Fate_2

776: 515.

Deceive Fate_2

Regarding such thoughts, Dorothy had pondered over them for a long time, having attempted them when she was researching to test her own Inspiration Divination.

For example, if she foresaw her wallet being lost at some uncertain future time under a certain tree, she would simply stage it herself, immediately going to that tree and imitating the scene she had previously foreseen, replicating the action of losing the wallet.

In doing so, could the events in her Prophecy be considered as having already become real?

Unfortunately, experiments like these all ended in failure.

At that time, she naturally assumed that her Inspiration Divination was absolutely correct and unchangeable.

But now, with the continuous accumulation of her magic knowledge over the years, if she looked back…

Well, human cognition is limited, and people only believe what they believe, because such cognitive schemas have already formed.

Dorothy, even if she looked back, would only be influenced by her past conclusions and struggle to see the problems.

However, this time during Witch’s Night, the participants’ magic knowledge will be sealed off, which gave the Homebody Witch a chance to re-examine herself, and she suddenly realized a whole new possibility.

Is there a possibility that to deceive Fate, one must first deceive the Arbiter themselves?

Fate’s judgement requires an observer.

Those convergent points being judged are only solidified completely because they were observed by the observer.

It’s just like Schrödinger’s cat—if there is no observer to witness the final outcome, it’s impossible to know whether the cat is dead or alive.

So the existence of that convergent point actually depends more on the will of the observer.

The reason all of Dorothy’s past experiments failed was that she was the observer herself; she couldn’t deceive herself, let alone deceive Fate.

But what if someone really managed to deceive the observer, then would there be a possibility of success for the experiment?

The Homebody Witch shared her conjecture with senior Fanny and then asked,

“Senior Sister, what do you think about this?”

“I think you’re crazy, deceiving oneself is just impossible.”

Senior Fanny rolled her eyes at this, thinking only Dorothy would come up with something so baffling.

“But Senior Sister, this time it’s not me who’s deciding Fate but Sophia, and all we have to do is deceive her,”

The Homebody Witch said with a slight smile.

However, she also immediately remembered the vision she had recently prophesied while playing a guessing game with Sophia about the color of her underwear, and her brows furrowed again.

“As for deceiving oneself, actually, as long as one is cruel enough, it may not be impossible to achieve.

Aren’t mentally ill people living in their own worlds?”

“You know that’s mentally ill people, Dorothy.

I’m warning you not to mess with your brain, dabbling with your own mental thinking is too risky.

You better not end up like me,”

Senior Fanny then realized that the one who needed to be deceived for salvation wasn’t Dorothy, but the opposing Little Angel.

She just breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like the plan might actually work.

But when she turned her head and saw her Master looking a bit crazed, she panicked and immediately warned her, her tentacles even flailing more urgently.

She was determined that if Dorothy didn’t give up her bold idea, she would wake her up by turning her bald if necessary.

After all, no one understood the world of the mentally ill better than she did.

“Okay, okay, Senior Sister, stop hitting me.

I’m not that stupid.

You’re the one who’s mistaken.

I really don’t have such a bold idea,”

Seeing that her Senior Sister was about to get serious, Dorothy quickly raised her hands in surrender,

Just that, deep down, she did have a special idea.

Is it really impossible for someone to deceive themselves?

It seems not, after all, people will always only believe what they want to believe.

Claiming that something false is true is deception, but correcting something wrong to make it right is simply correction.

People shun the former and rejoice in the latter, but the essence of both actions seems to be the same: convincing.

So then…

The Homebody Witch’s eyes lit up, feeling like she had grasped the crux of the issue.

And then…

Ada…

Then she was beaten up by senior Fanny, instantly turning into a panda-eyed mess.

“I think you’re just stringing me along.

Take back that bold idea of yours, don’t tempt fate.”

Senior Fanny looked at Dorothy, whose eyes flickered with a strange light and whose lips curled into a cryptic smile.

How could she relax?

She was deeply afraid that Dorothy, clever as she was, would be too clever for her own good.

She herself was likely to be gone in fifty years, but Dorothy was a truly promising future.

She absolutely, absolutely should not repeat her own mistakes.

“Wuwuwu, senior, you’ve really misunderstood me, huh.”

As she looked at senior Fanny, who was obviously not convinced, Dorothy was on the verge of tears.

You see, this is the ironclad truth, people really can deceive themselves.

Everything she said was the honest truth, but the senior didn’t believe her—wasn’t that a self-deception?

And so, Dorothy got a thorough beating.

…

“Uh, Dorothy, what happened to your face?”

At night, Homebody Witch and Artie finished work and returned to the church—well, calling it work, actually she spent the day roasting a leg of beef, essentially slacking off, but it still counted as a hard day for her.

But as soon as she entered, Denisha asked her that.

Dorothy: “…..”

That’s a question for your wonderful disciple.

The Homebody Witch complained in her mind, but right now, Hat Senior Sister was playing dead in front of Denisha.

After thinking it over, Dorothy decided not to tattle to her Good Sister.

All she did was rub her face, transforming the swollen, bruise-covered pig’s head back into the Face of God beneath her veil.

“Nothing much, I just got tired of looking pretty for too long.

Today I decided to try a different look.”

That’s what she spouted.

Noticing Denisha’s skeptical expression and to prevent senior from beating her, which would then lead Denisha to beat the senior, and result in a vicious cycle of beatings, Dorothy quickly changed the subject.

“Denisha, you heard that horn sound today, right?”

“Yes, that was the sound of the Doomsday Horn,”

Miss Shepherdess’s face turned somewhat pale upon hearing this.

Because she shared her original self’s memories, Denisha naturally recognized the famed Divine Artifact of her old adversary, the Lord of Glory.

She just hadn’t expected her old adversary to be so ruthless.

We agreed on a competition between juniors, so why are you cheating like this?

Miss Shepherdess was a bit angry.

After all, in the memories of her original self, the Lord of Glory had never blown the Doomsday Horn until she was expelled from Witch World.

Otherwise, her original self—who had not yet matured—might really have been powerless.

But now, the Doomsday Horn had already sounded.

If the original game’s difficulty for her was nightmare mode, which still offered a glimmer of hope for victory, then what she and Dorothy were facing now was directly hell mode, almost certain death.

Damn it, if they couldn’t get through this Witch’s Night, then this possibility would become impassable, her hard-won return to humanity and happiness.

Denisha was seething with anger.

But she couldn’t really blame her opponent for cheating.

After all, the Lord of Glory hadn’t made a move herself—it was her daughter who had blown the horn, and it still counted as a conflict among the younger generation.

However, if they could pull off the first day of the month, she could certainly pull off the fifteenth.

Denisha pondered how she could also give Dorothy a “reasonable” power-up.

“Dorothy, I….”

She was about to offer her sister a buff, but before she could get the words out, she saw her sister suddenly whip out a stack of plans, wafting with the scent of roast beef.

Emmmm…

Why does it smell like beef?

Miss Shepherdess wondered, but then heard her sister’s triumphant words.

“Don’t worry, Denisha, leave the carrying to me.

Take a look at this plan, and if there’s no problem, then let’s get busy.

There’s quite a bit to do.”

Homebody Witch urged her.

…Denisha reading…