Chapter 439

Although they were very unwilling to admit it, when the witches carefully studied this seemingly ordinary witch engineering hammer, they were stunned to discover that this thing was actually the legendary, extremely precious, and rare treasure of faith—the Canon of Destiny.

Alright, actually, the others were just joining in the fun; where would they know how to appraise treasures? It mainly still relied on Senior Sister Mia. In terms of appraising and valuing treasures, you can always trust the experts of the Golden Township.

It was just that, even Senior Sister Mia, the princess of the Golden Township who was used to seeing all kinds of treasures on weekdays, had hands that were trembling a bit when she held that hammer.

At first, she didn't believe it and just picked up this engineering hammer casually, but when she carefully identified the various strange inscriptions on the hammer body, sweat beads kept appearing on her forehead, her bulging chest also kept heaving, and her breathing became somewhat heavy.

Oh my god, Little Little Yaojing really wasn't boasting; this thing seemed to be the real deal.

After confirming the authenticity of this Canon of Destiny, even a wealthy woman like the Golden Princess, who had no interest in money and was casual about precious items, had her attitude become cautious.

There was no way around it; her casualness on weekdays was because she had the confidence, knowing that even if she broke it, she could afford to pay for it. But this hammer....

This really couldn't be paid for.

Counting this hammer, there were only three Canons of Destiny in the entire Western Universe. This was a true priceless treasure and the foundation for building a divine kingdom of faith.

Clearly, Little Little Yaojing was always stingy and poor on weekdays. Who could have thought that she would come up with such a big treasure as soon as she made a move?

In short, even if she knew in her heart that this hammer was very sturdy and durable, and not to mention herself who was just a mortal now, even if she were a witch, she might not necessarily be able to destroy it with all her strength. But when something is truly valuable to a certain extent, people always can't help but become cautious.

Senior Sister Mia didn't even dare to put this hammer back on the table that had already been smashed into a hole by Dorothy earlier. She directly took off her coat, revealing her particularly eye-catching beautiful figure, and then used the coat as a cushion, placing it on the table, and only then did she put down the hammer.

Looking at the hole on the table again, the Golden Princess's eyelids jumped.

If Little Little Yaojing weren't her beloved, she would have had the heart to scold her by now. How precious the Canon of Destiny was! Although she didn't know why this "Genesis" was carried by an engineering hammer, you couldn't really treat it as a hammer. This was such a waste of heaven's gifts; desecrating a divine object like this would bring retribution.

And seeing Senior Sister Mia's such big reaction, the other witches also immediately understood that this hammer was the real deal. They immediately widened their eyes and looked in unison at Dorothy, who was crying poor every day.

Qian Bao, you call this poor?

Of course, they were just expressing their thoughts in their eyes. Only Alice, that silly sister, had eyes that lit up.

"Ah, then Sister, are we rich now? If you sell this thing, can you buy a witch territory and realize your life ideals?"

The little witch knew that her sister had always had the dream of saving money to buy a witch territory and then lying flat. Now that she heard this hammer seemed to be very valuable, her first reaction was to sell the hammer for money.

The witches: "......"

Now everyone looked at this silly vampire loli in unison, and even Dorothy was left speechless by her own silly sister's train of thought.

Yeah, as expected of the sister I raised from childhood; she really understands me. I've long wanted to sell it, but I just can't sell it.

Sigh, this thing is bound equipment; it cannot be traded and cannot be abandoned.

Even if everyone is in the dream dungeon of the Witch's Night now, their bodies have been beaten back to mortals, and their magic memories have been sealed, it still cannot block her connection with this "Genesis."

As long as she wants, then no matter when or where, as long as she reaches out her hand, she can directly grasp it in her hand.

Of course, she actually also knew the way to give it up. As long as she denied the content of "Genesis" recorded on this engineering hammer from the root, she could cut off the connection with this Canon of Destiny.

In layman's terms, that is to betray the faith.

It was just that, only this point, the Home Witch really couldn't do. This touch of red was not only the mark of her existence in her previous life, but also the cornerstone of her worldview. Betraying this faith was equivalent to self-destructing her worldview. Not to mention whether she would go crazy or not, even if she didn't go crazy, would she still be herself by then?

In that godless world of her previous life, there was a dispute over whether the concept of "I" referred to the physical entity of the body or the illusory concept of the soul.

Dorothy, who was just a happy otaku in her previous life, naturally wouldn't think about such ultimate philosophical questions of "who am I, who is me."

But in this life, the Home Witch, who had mastered the transcendent power of magic, had already determined that what I represent is not the body, nor the soul. Both are shells; only the "heart," or rather "consciousness" or "will," is the real me.

The heart that believes is your magic. A powerful witch, even if her body is destroyed and her soul perishes, can return from death by relying on her undying will.

But similarly, once the heart is shaken, the problem becomes big. Lightly, one loses power; heavily, one truly falls.

So-called growth is actually the process of constantly killing the immature self. Many people look back at the past and always feel that the past self was very stupid, but have you ever thought about a question: are the current you and the you at that time really still the same person?

Mortals call this process growth and are indifferent to it, even quite happy about it.

But the long-lived ones are extremely taboo about this, because the secret of longevity lies within it. Compared to "growth," they are more willing to call it "wear and tear" or "inner demons."

I started chasing power to protect my family, but in the end, I killed my family with my own hands because of chasing power. Tragedies like this are very common. This is the terror of "wear and tear." It can subtly and completely change a person, making you no longer you.

Dorothy's magic enlightenment was taught to her by her father, Adam. Although the little bit of goods in the belly of Adam, this mortal mage, was soon squeezed dry by the Home Witch, in the last lesson for his daughter, Adam very seriously emphasized the terror of "wear and tear" to Dorothy.

"Dorothy, if you want to truly master the power of magic, first you must understand your own heart, and then protect it well. If after hundreds or thousands of years, your heart is still intact, then you will be an amazing mage by then."

"No need to care about others' views of you. You don't need to change for the better just to cater to others because of their belittlement, and don't change for the worse by distorting yourself because of others' praise. You just need to always be yourself, be a true you."

"Of course, recognizing your own heart is a very difficult thing, especially since you are still young and your complete worldview hasn't been formed yet, which makes it even less easy. However, there are still some small tricks in this. You can recall the happiest thing in the depths of your heart; it must be the first thing that comes to mind subconsciously."

"For example, the happiest thing for your dad when I was young was playing hero role-playing games. I wanted to be a hero. This is my heart. Haha, very ridiculous, right? I'm already this old, and I'm still having this kind of dream."

"But if you want to laugh, then laugh. Just like I said before, I will be myself and won't care about your jokes."

"The hero in my heart should first be a good person. He should be a person full of virtues, who won't bully the weak, and will uphold justice."

"So, first, I will try hard to be a good person, to be a kind and righteous person."

"Secondly, a hero is powerful. I need power, but this power shouldn't violate justice. If this power stains justice, then I should abandon it without hesitation."

"Look, by carving your own heart with ideals little by little like this, you can very clearly and directly understand what you want most. Then you only need to reflect on yourself often and don't let your heart deviate. If you can always do this, then you will always be yourself. Even after a thousand years, ten thousand years, or a hundred thousand years, you will always remain unchanged."

"Even if I die one day and go to the Netherworld to be reincarnated, as long as the reincarnated me can continue to have the same hero dream, then I will always be me."

This was Adam's original words back then. He taught Dorothy this self-created technique to resist "wear and tear" called "Oath of the Heart."

This thing is indeed a unique family technique. After all, maintaining the existence of the "Oath of the Heart" requires constant self-reflection, which is not difficult for this father and daughter who possess the "diligence can make up for stupidity" talent.

The Home Witch subsequently also made her own "Oath of the Heart," a very simple oath, even more ridiculous than Adam's "hero dream." It was the oath named "Home Witch."

I, Dorothy, even if I become a witch, I only want to be a happy otaku.

She used her previous self as the oath template. At that time, she thought about having a simple life goal: having a house of her own, finding like-minded family members, and then everyone living happily and joyfully every day.

At that time, she was still naively thinking that with the power of a witch, this small goal would be easy, right?

And now.....

Sigh, so many damn things. There's always a pile of things that won't let me otaku happily. Is this the terror of "wear and tear"?

But after so long, Dorothy has protected her "heart" quite well. At the very least, up to now, she is still a Home Witch.

So, this hammer is stuck in her hand. Betraying this faith is equivalent to breaking her own "Oath of the Heart." This is something that even if you give Dorothy more money, there's no room for discussion.

The Home Witch lowered her head and looked at the hammer in her hand, sighing in her heart.

To realize the "Oath of the Heart," I need a lot of money. Then go make money.

But to make money, I need to violate the "Oath of the Heart." Then go violate it.

I already said I'm making money for the "Oath of the Heart." Then go realize it.

Need money... make money...

This is probably the so-called wear and tear. If you can't withstand this unsolvable repeating cycle, once you have thoughts like "let's make an exception today for a shortcut," your heart will be distorted, causing heart wear and tear.

But looking at it from this perspective, faith is a bit interesting. Faith can distort human hearts, which is a kind of wear and tear, but pious faith can to some extent be regarded as a special "Oath of the Heart" to resist wear and tear.

What is this?

Worn, but not completely worn?

And just when her thoughts were wandering, the other witches also made their decisions.

Since even the Canon of Destiny was there, what else was there to hesitate about? Anyway, there was no goal in the first place. Under the premise that Shen Wang hadn't awakened and there was no way to obtain witch power for the time being, frontal combat was definitely unrealistic, so let's start from the faith war first.

It was just....

"Sigh, if only the President were here. She is the professional at running religions."

Ma De Lin on the side sighed and said with some regret.

She had been sending people to search for news of the Student Council President recently, but there had been no harvest at all, as if Sophie Sophie Liya hadn't participated in this first test at all.

But how was this possible? With the President's talent, if she wasn't qualified to participate in this first test, then no one else would be qualified.

Hearing Ma De Lin's words, Dorothy was also a bit puzzled. The five members of the Witch's Home club had only gathered three so far, and Senior Sister Fan Ni and Sophie Sophie Liya were still missing.

As for Senior Sister Fan Ni, Dorothy wasn't too worried. After all, this troll had a special identity, and the Witch's Night probably couldn't even restrain her. She might have been deliberately temporarily banned by Lord Shen Wang.

Once she calmed down a little, she would definitely find her way over. Maybe after a while, when she woke up, she would find that familiar witch hat on her windowsill.

But Sophie Sophie Liya.....

Associating this with the dungeon background of this Witch's Night, Dorothy always felt a bit uneasy in her heart.

However, she didn't say much, but smiled and comforted her sisters.

"Alright, Sophie Sophie Liya isn't here, but isn't there still me? I have a church, okay? And now I'm a professional nun."

The Home Witch puffed out her chest, then pointed to the nun's habit on her body, and said this with a righteous and bold air.

After all, her Baiyue sect was almost entirely built by Luxi Phil and the two moon rabbit elders. She, this Moon God, was just a hands-off shopkeeper who didn't manage anything.

But no matter what, she had at least seen a pig run, so she felt it shouldn't be a big problem... right?

Moreover....

Although Sophie Sophie Liya wasn't here, wasn't there still the big Sophie Sophie Liya?

Dorothy glanced at Di Di Nisha, who was drinking tea quietly on the side and didn't react at all to the witches' "loud secret talk," and then a fawning smile appeared on her face.

"Good sister, can you help me?"

She resisted the goosebumps all over her body and turned on the spoiled and cute mode.

Sophie Sophie Liya was just for fun. When it came to the path of faith, who could compare to this Lord Shen Wang? One had to know that Lord Shen Wang had once ruled Heaven by faith. Even today, there were many angels in Heaven who still believed in Shen Wang, this alien.

Regarding this, Miss Shepherdess thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay."

Religion?

She was indeed still very good at this. After all, although Dorothy was a nun in terms of identity, the work of the nun in the church in the past was actually done by Di Di Nisha.

In the eyes of this Miss Shepherdess, managing believers was as simple as herding sheep on weekdays. Although it looked different, it was actually not much different in essence.

After all, some people were really not as smart as sheep.

"Then Dorothy, what kind of sect do you want to start? Is it fine if it's about the same as the Radiant Church? What is the main doctrine?"

Di Di Nisha looked at the hammer in this sister's hand and asked very professionally.

"Di Di Nisha, what do you think of the doctrine that man can conquer nature?"

Dorothy thought for a moment, then asked cautiously.

Di Di Nisha: "....."

Hearing this doctrine, Miss Shepherdess suddenly fell silent, then stared at the sister in front of her for a long time.

Just when the Home Witch was getting a bit scared from being stared at, Di Di Nisha nodded.

"It's okay. Although it's not very realistic, it's enough as a point of view to fool people."

The future Shen Wang commented like this.

... Home Witch in relief....