Chapter 526: Bizarre Life Experience 2.0

Demigod, this title was usually used to refer to the hybrid offspring of gods and mortals, or those powerhouses whose strength was strong enough to be partially transcendent but not yet enough to be called gods.

For mortals, although demigods were not as great as gods, they were not comparable to tiny mortals. Besides, it wasn't easy for mortals to ascend to godhood, so demigods were almost the limit of height a mortal could pursue in a lifetime.

It was a pity that Dorothy was not a mortal. The status of a demigod was just so-so in the eyes of this witch from the future. Witches didn't even look down on the "faith gods" or "natural gods" regarded as true gods by mortals, contemptuously calling them pseudo-gods, let alone these demigods who didn't even count as pseudo-gods.

Therefore, regarding the fact that her identity in this Witch's Night might be a demigod, the Home Witch had no other thoughts besides being slightly surprised and sighing.

After all, to be honest, she really hadn't felt any divine power in her body in the past, which showed how thin her divine blood was, or how lackluster this biological mother's divine power was.

There was nothing strange about this; after all, over five hundred years ago, when Dorothy was just born, the Witch World was just the weakest small world.

The gold content of a god in a small world was just like that; the strongest god here might not be as powerful as an ordinary mage in a higher world, so there was no power to pass on to descendants.

Of course, the strength of such natural gods often increased synchronously with the world's level. If Dorothy really carried divine blood, then this portion of divine blood would also gradually reveal its divine strangeness as the world's power grew.

But the problem was that the world outside was now directly facing the end of the world, and the world itself was struggling to survive, so how could it have extra power to feed back to the gods working under it? Now, the identity of a demigod couldn't bring her any substantial benefits or power. It would be good enough if it didn't drag her down to be buried with it when the world ended.

After all, these natural gods and the world itself were in a symbiotic relationship of shared prosperity and shared loss. The monk could run, but the temple couldn't. If the world really ended, other mortal creatures might abandon the world and run away to take refuge in other worlds, but natural gods generally had no way out.

However, such a relationship also determined that these natural gods were natural guardians of the world. Any existence that wanted to harm the world itself would be destroyed by the divine punishment of the gods. In the wars of witches conquering other worlds in the past, some difficult natural gods had once given witch commanders headaches.

Although it was just a headache; after all, what witches were best at was "if you can't beat them, call for help." If one couldn't beat them, then two would go; if a Great Witch didn't work, then a Peak Witch would go.

In the face of absolute quantity and strength gaps, those worlds that had encountered witches generally only had one result, which was to be conquered, and those natural gods who had once dared to resist witches would eventually become the witches' playthings or materials.

After all, although these natural gods were contemptuously called pseudo-gods, they were full of treasures. The god's body, blood, soul, divine office, divine power, and so on were all quite high-level materials for witches.

Some witches even jokingly called these pseudo-gods the essence of the world, mobile treasure chests.

And the fate of those descendants of pseudo-gods, the various demigod heroes who didn't have to live and die with the world.

Hmm, in the era of the God King and the Dragon King, demigod slaves were very popular goods in witch auction houses. Even now, in the slightly more civilized Demon King era, where slavery had nominally been abolished, you could still often see the figures of some homeless demigods in the talent market.

Emmmm

Dorothy recalled the knowledge about pseudo-gods and demigods in her mind, and the Home Witch was silent.

She didn't know whether to sigh at the cruelty of witches or to sigh that the identity of a demigod was really nothing to be proud of.

If she had to say what she realized about this, it was:

Life should not be proud of bloodline; power was the prerequisite for all respect. Falling behind meant getting beaten.

Of course, when it came to this, one had to mention the eternal truth that "the buttocks determine the brain."

Natural gods and demigods of other people's families were naturally irrelevant, but if it were her own family, this had to be analyzed carefully.

Naturally, there were no natural gods in the Witch World in reality, but in this early stage of the Witch's Night, the identity of the nun Xia Wa before her really shocked Dorothy.

In any mythological system, the status of gods representing the sun and moon would not be low; they would usually be the status of main gods, because the sun and moon were the eyes of the world.

Sun and Moon gods were generally the beings closest to world consciousness; they could generally be regarded as the closest children of world consciousness, or they might be the avatar of world consciousness itself.

Although witches didn't revere these pseudo-gods, they respected their own World Mother very much, whether it was the three of them or other ordinary witches.

Then, the Moon Goddess Xia Wa before her...

Regardless of whether she was really her own biological mother, even if she wasn't, what if she was directly the world consciousness itself? Then, should this World Mother be recognized or not?

This was a question.

For a moment, Dorothy's mood was complicated.

She secretly looked at the good sister beside her again, expecting her to solve her doubts.

After all, she hadn't truly seen the World Consciousness of the Witch World in reality, so naturally, she couldn't distinguish what was going on with the Moon Goddess before her, but Dinisha, as the God King, naturally couldn't fail to recognize the World Mother who had bestowed her with original power back then.

This good sister was a truly filial daughter. Witches respected the World Consciousness itself so much; this tradition was passed down by the God King. Otherwise, the current World Consciousness might really not be able to control her group of children who had long been able to easily manipulate the world itself.

Among the native worlds of the Four Great Natural Disasters, only the World Consciousness of the Witch World still possessed freedom, unlike the Heaven or Abyss or Dragon World, which had long been completely hollowed out by their filial children and even directly transformed into tools.

"She is not Mother, at least not now."

The Shepherdess felt the inquiring gaze of her sister beside her, shook her head, and answered like this.

And this answer made Dorothy furrow her brow.

What did that mean? "Is" is "is," "is not" is "is not"; how could there be a saying that "she is not now"? Could it be that she was in the past, or will be in the future?

The Home Witch analyzed Dinisha's answer in her heart.

Damn riddlers were really annoying.

However, the answer "not now" at least confirmed that the nun Xia Wa before the two of them was really not the World Consciousness itself. This result made Dorothy breathe a sigh of relief while also feeling a bit regretful.

Hmm, she was almost about to become a real good sister with Dinisha. Although the title of "World's Biological Daughter" was very powerful, with the Home Witch's lazy personality, she expressed that she really couldn't afford such an honor; this thing sounded like a protagonist's fate, and she couldn't bear it.

And what was regrettable was that if the nun Xia Wa was directly the World Consciousness, then she could just let her hand over the original magic power to Dinisha now, and there would be no need to spend so much effort to build a new world; everyone could just transform from mechanical ascension to magic-energy ascension again, and the witch army could just sweep across everything.

But then again, was this really her biological mother? If it were true, then even if she, this demigod, wasn't the world's biological daughter, the title of "World's Biological Granddaughter" seemed to be unavoidable; after all, if the Moon Goddess wasn't the world itself, she was definitely the world's true daughter.

The Home Witch, who couldn't figure it out, shook her head and simply stopped struggling. Now that the person was right in front of her, instead of struggling here, it was better to just ask.

Therefore, she stepped forward and asked directly.

"Nun Xia Wa, I know you're a bit anxious, but please don't be anxious yet. We are not your enemies; I just want to ask if you know a priest named Adam?"

After asking this, she stared closely at the nun opposite, observing her reaction.

And Xia Wa, who had been on guard, turned black in the face as soon as she heard this name.

"Is that shameless scoundrel not dead yet? Where did you hear this name? Wait, could it be..."

The nun subconsciously cursed, but suddenly, she realized something and looked at Dorothy in disbelief.

And regarding this reaction, the Home Witch was silent.

Damn, this sense of déjà vu. Adam, you bastard, you're pitting me again. Fortunately, I was smart enough not to be impulsive this time.

Regarding her own unreliable father, Dorothy also covered her face with her hand, truly speechless.

Forget it, forget it, start your performance; let me hear what kind of dog-blood drama it is this time.

Thinking of her bizarre life experience in reality, the Home Witch was unexpectedly a bit curious about what new tricks this pair of bizarre parents could come up with for her this time.

Looking at the nun Xia Wa opposite who seemed to have guessed something, Dorothy didn't say much, just silently took off the veil on her face, revealing the perfect "Divine Face" that was a fully optimized and upgraded version of the other party's appearance.

It could only be said that a Divine Face was ultimately a Divine Face; this was the power of a true god, far from what a pseudo-god like Xia Wa could resist. Just by looking directly at Dorothy's face, this nun deity was stunned on the spot.

Fortunately, this face was ultimately somewhat similar to her own face, and having gotten used to her own appearance, she had some resistance. After being stunned for a full half a minute, she finally turned her head with difficulty, not daring to look again.

Slightly calming her mood, although the nun Xia Wa wasn't very willing in her heart, she had to admit that although that shameless scoundrel Adam wasn't much of a person, at least his genes were indeed good, and he hadn't wasted that handsome face of his.

This daughter could be considered to have perfectly inherited all the advantages of her and Adam's looks.

It's just, daughter...

Looking at the daughter opposite who had put her veil back on, Xia Wa was hesitant and ashamed.

"How is that shameless scoundrel?"

After a long silence, slightly organizing her mood, Xia Wa asked so.

"Dead, long dead. Mortals can't live until now."

Dorothy thought about the grave of Priest Adam she had just visited not long ago and answered like this.

Although she shouldn't have said such things in such an indifferent and relaxed tone, but thinking that her biological father in reality was still eating and drinking well at home and being lovey-dovey with her stepmother, the Home Witch really couldn't feel sad.

"Is that so."

Xia Wa, who had been full of anger at the mention of Adam, was silent again upon hearing this answer.

When a person dies, the lamp goes out, so those past grievances no longer had any meaning.

Also, it was impossible for mortals to live for 500 years. The only ones who could live until now, besides her, the last god in the world, were probably only the demigod daughters who inherited her divine blood.

It's just...

Looking at the daughter who had come to her door, the Moon Goddess was silent. Having seen many storms, she didn't know how to face this daughter for a moment.

And opposite, Dorothy also saw from the nun's reaction that she really hadn't found the wrong person; this was indeed her biological mother in this Witch's Night.

Although the biological mother opposite didn't know why she was silent and seemed very nervous, the Home Witch was unexpectedly not that nervous.

After all, the biological mother might be a mother for the first time, but she was no longer recognizing a mother for the first time. Once bitten, twice shy; she wouldn't be as at a loss as she was when facing Long Ma before.

"Adam said you abandoned your husband and daughter. Is it true or false?"

The Home Witch thought about it and asked directly.

Although she knew from the nun's reaction just now that Adam, this pit-man, had pitted people again, this didn't hinder Dorothy's burning heart for gossip.

Not only her, but the hat senior on her head was the same, and even Dinisha was curiously watching this mother and daughter who had reunited after a long time.

"He's talking nonsense. Does that shameless mortal deserve to call himself a husband..."

Hearing this, Xia Wa became anxious again. She retorted angrily, but as she spoke, she fell silent again.

The expression on her face struggled for a long time, and finally, she took a deep breath and looked seriously at the daughter opposite.

"Adam only told half the truth. He doesn't count as my husband, but you are indeed my daughter, and I did indeed abandon you."

Xia Wa kept a straight face, restored the cold posture of the Moon Goddess, and said firmly.

"Although your birth back then was entirely an accident caused by Adam's incompetence, I am indeed your mother and should have shouldered the responsibility of raising you. It was I who betrayed this responsibility."

"If there is a next life, then I will definitely choose to be a good mother, but it's a pity, my daughter, I now shoulder a mission more important than you. If I have to choose between raising you and continuing to complete the mission, no matter how many times I am asked to choose, my answer will not change. I don't ask for your forgiveness; it was indeed I who let you down."

Finishing her confession in one breath, the Moon Goddess breathed a sigh of relief, then looked seriously at her daughter, waiting for her daughter's scolding and resentment.

This was the sin she had committed, so no matter how much her daughter hated or resented her, it was only natural, and she was willing to bear it.

However...

"Hmm, hmm, I know. I forgive you too. And then, what happened back then? Tell me in detail. Or, Mother, don't stand; let's sit down and talk slowly. Do you want some snacks?"

The Home Witch opposite had already taken out a tea table full of snacks, as well as three chairs, and greeted her like this.

Xia Wa: "???"

At this moment, even the well-informed Moon Goddess was completely at a loss.

How on earth did that bastard Adam raise his child? How was this daughter raised to be like this?

The Moon Goddess is shivering in anger.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 527 =====