Chapter 197: Tool Man Delivered to the Door

On the other side, Dorothy was still moving bricks very hard, ah no, saving the world.

As a master, she can indeed temporarily share the mana of her familiar. After all, a witch's familiar is her spare mana pool. Many witches will specifically contract a familiar that is good at mana.

It's just that Dorothy is a bit special here. Whether it is the magic wand Bast or the armor beast Fafna, they are both children who have been born for less than a month. They themselves need mana to grow, so it's good if they don't absorb the master's mana, let alone support her in turn.

And the Hat Senior Sister doesn't lack mana, but obviously, this familiar is a grandfather who hangs the name of a familiar. The overly disparate strength makes Dorothy have no way to drive this future Fourth King as a familiar. Whether she can borrow strength depends on the senior sister's mood.

The senior sister's mood today is obviously good. Thus, Dorothy experienced what is called the happiness of infinite mana.

Well, compared to the experience of connecting the two people's mana pools directly through the familiar contract with the senior sister, the Demon King's fire hydrant seems so ridiculous and unbearable. She has now directly become the shape of the senior sister.

This feeling of having just spent all her mana in the last second and being filled up again in the next second is really great. Those magic theories she had always wanted to try in her mind but didn't dare to try easily because of mana limitations can now be easily tested to her heart's content. Dorothy had never fought such a rich battle.

Of course, limited by her own mana pool of only a little over 30,000, her mana flow peak can only be controlled at about 30,000 Total Mana per second. This is the limit she can bear now. If it is more, her body can't handle it, and it is very likely to cause damage to the mana pool, which would be troublesome.

This is like the flood discharge channel of a dam. Once the flow of the flood exceeds the limit load of the flood discharge pipeline, it is likely that the dam will be washed away directly, which is a bit too dangerous.

Therefore, the Home Witch can only use some magic with consumption below the 30,000 Total Mana level, and magic at this level for repairing the world is simply like digging soil with a toothpick.

However, this didn't stump Dorothy. With such sufficient mana, her brain was exceptionally flexible, and her inspiration was unusually active, simply like having a full meal after being hungry for more than ten years.

So after a little thought, Dorothy casually modified several high-level magic spells that originally consumed 300,000 to 400,000 Total Mana, changing them from instantaneous burst types with one-time mana consumption to delayed magic spells with a second-by-second consumption of about 30,000.

Well, in this way, the tools for repairing the "house" were available, and then she just needed to prescribe the right medicine.

Gravity collapse?

Then use the gravity magic in the Plastic Energy school to repair it. If one patch can't fix it, then try a composite perpetual magic array.

Death energy pervading?

This uses the life-death reversal of the Necromancy school to turn death into life, achieving a purification function.

The converted vitality is a rootless thing that will gradually dissipate and cannot last long?

Then use potion planting techniques to sow the seeds of life, using those magic plants to solidify this vitality.

Only plants look cold?

No problem, the Summoning school meets your needs, choosing the most suitable cute and harmless small animals from another world to summon over.

Dorothy's three lines of thought were running at full speed at this time, and various magic spells of the nine major schools were at her fingertips. She tried her best to adjust the laws of this dead world, guiding everything back to its original place.

Thus, when this witch, who had somehow turned into three heads and six arms with a divine posture, walked on this dead moon earth, wherever she passed, the dark clouds dissipated, the haze hid, and the gentle sunlight formed a light canopy behind her.

Every step she took forward, the earth that had already died turned from death to life. Various magical plants began to grow and bloom rapidly under her feet, and various small animals from unknown places began to be active in the new jungle. For a time, birds were singing and flowers were fragrant.

Every time her seemingly weak body moved forward a little, invisible great power shattered those natural disasters that didn't know what was good for them, causing the heavy rain to stop suddenly, the wind and snow to be silent, the scorching heat to disappear, and the earthquake to calm down...

Thus, the chaotic seasons were re-revised into rotating seasons, and the disordered day and night flowed with the witch's blinking.

At this moment, the god walked in her kingdom with a smile, and she brought redemption to this doomsday world with supreme great power.

It's just that no one knows what the god is thinking behind her smile.

"Ah, no, gonna die, gonna die. Pig brain is about to overload, okay? The body is so tired. This is not work that a human should do. Is this the weight of the world?"

Dorothy had never gone all out like this in the past. Although her theoretical experience was rich, her practical experience was actually far from enough. But now, in the process of adjusting the world, she squeezed out all her past knowledge, used all her means, and all her accumulations over the past sixteen years were displayed vividly on this short road. All her uncompleted conjectures were also confirmed.

And such practice brought her even more inspiration. The nine major factions, which had originally been doing their own things, began to blend together under this inspiration and merged into one. A brand-new prototype of magic emerged in her mind, and that incomparably active inspiration was also reminding her that this would be the culmination of all her achievements to date, the greatest masterpiece of her life so far.

It's just....

Even if the mana is endless and the inspiration is inexhaustible, Dorothy's body and soul have reached their limit. She is now supporting herself entirely with her mental will.

If the body doesn't work, use mana to strengthen it; if the soul is at its limit, use mana to expand the limit. The essence of magic is the believing heart. As long as the heart does not yield, everything can still persist.

The Home Witch gritted her teeth, cursing herself for only caring about pretending to be cool and making big promises, while not wanting to be embarrassed and give up halfway, as long as she continued to move forward.

Well, even if she can't save the whole world today, she must complete the small goal of fixing one city first.

Since she promised to give the Moon Rabbits a home, she must do what she said today.

Dorothy, who was moving forward entirely based on this unyielding obsession, couldn't care about anything anymore. All her thinking was used on casting spells. She now wished she could summon the Martial Soul she trained in the Armed Society to come back to work.

It's just that, just when she was working so hard, she suddenly felt her mouth being pried open, and then some strange unknown liquid was poured directly into her mouth.

"Uh....."

The eyes that had lost focus because all her brainpower was used on casting spells regained focus. The Home Witch subconsciously bit the potion bottles, and then the other two heads turned to look at the little junior sister beside her.

"Senior Sister, are you better? I think I can help you a little bit. I can share some of the work in the Potion and Spirit schools."

The little fox looked at her with concern, and the small fox puppet said so.

"Then the work in the Alchemy and Plastic Energy schools can also be handed to me."

Senior Sister Miya, who was afraid that the little fox had stolen the lead, stepped forward and said so.

"Uh, then I'm responsible for Necromancy and Summoning. It's just that sister, don't dislike me for being scum."

This is little Alice, who realized it later, and she seemed a bit unconfident as a poor student.

Dorothy: "....."

The witch with three heads and six arms tilted her three heads, and she felt a little moved in her heart.

But.....

One thing to say, Senior Sister Miya and Audrey are fine, but Alice, you poor student, really makes me a bit worried. You can even smash a bowl when washing it at home.

And she, who has always paid attention to the distance between people, actually doesn't want to accept help. After all, this owes a favor, but looking at the sincere eyes of the three companions, she finally nodded.

... Home Witch is thinking... ===== CHAPTER 198 =====