Chapter 532

In the following weeks, the Home Witch's life was actually quite comfortable.

Every day was basically just dealing with those tedious government affairs; if she got annoyed by that bunch of unruly people, she would go outside the city to hunt a lucky disaster beast, improve the food at home while she was at it, and finally, mainly discipline the two lolis at home.

Oh, no, it's three lolis now, although that guy Noah is just a fake loli.

Everything in the Magic Republic is basically on the right track now, with each department performing its own duties, managing these last few pieces of pure land under the apocalypse quite well.

Although the people's days are naturally much harder than before, at least they are not lacking in food or clothing, able to eat their fill and stay warm without suffering from hunger or cold.

It's just that, as the apocalypse progresses, the atmosphere in the city is becoming increasingly oppressive.

After all, everyone with a clear eye actually understands that they will eventually die; even if the Prime Minister manages this shelter as well as possible, there is ultimately a limit to what human power can do in the face of heaven's might.

When that final day of the apocalypse arrives, all life will eventually head toward extinction.

Therefore, in this despair where not a shred of hope can be seen, the mental state of the survivors is generally low, and the Witch players have no good way to deal with this.

They can use magic to provide supplies for the survivors in the shelter, but it is very difficult to treat people's mental illnesses; even some Witch students with fragile minds cannot avoid being affected by this overall environment, becoming dejected.

On the private forum exclusively for Witch students on the Mana Web, people often open threads complaining that these mortals are really holding them back.

"Ahhh, so annoying, why do we have to provide support for this bunch of mortals every day? I'm sick of it, I really want to go find those angels to fight, instead of digging holes in this field every day."

"Exactly, exactly, this bunch of mortals is really trash. Aren't they not dead yet? Is there a need to be so fragile, moping about spring and autumn every day? Big sister finds it annoying just looking at it."

"Mortals are indeed a weak species. I really don't know why the God King and the Young Lady are so obsessed with saving this bunch of mortals; besides holding us back, what use are they?"

These new generation Witches have been treated as "gods" by mortal races since they were young. Having been treated as gods for so long, they naturally feel that they really are gods.

Therefore, among Witch students, looking down on those weak races below the Golden Rank is a very common trend of thought.

Although because the Witch race ultimately originated from humans, Witches generally give humans some preferential treatment similar to distant relatives.

It's just that, for the oldest Witches, they might really feel that humans and Witches are compatriots, but for these new generation Witches, humans are just down-and-out distant relatives. They have never lived as mortals, so naturally, they cannot empathize with them.

The new generation of Witches still gives the human race preferential treatment, but that is just to save face for their elders; in fact, they look down on these people to some extent.

This is like a person from the bottom who works hard for many years and finally succeeds in his career to become a tycoon. When he happens to meet a childhood neighbor who is setting up a stall to sell groceries on the street one day, he himself might still be very happy to chat cordially with these childhood friends who grew up with him. He won't care too much about the difference in their current status and class, and can still happily chat about childhood fun with the stall owner.

But when he pulls his son next to him and tells his son to call this stall-owner uncle, the son, as a second-generation rich kid, might listen to his father on the surface and sweetly call him uncle, but in fact, he doesn't care about this uncle at all, and might even dislike the other's stall for being dirty, messy, and full of junk.

And when the second-generation rich kid sees his father giving the toy originally bought for him as a gift to the son of that uncle he doesn't even know, what is his mood then?

The new generation of Witches has more or less the mindset of that second-generation rich kid; for this bunch of poor human relatives, they really don't have that much affection.

They are willing to give some charity within their power for the sake of their elders, but when this kind of help exceeds a certain limit and even damages their own interests, they are not very willing.

One's position determines one's head, and race determines one's stance. Witches and humans are already two different races; even if they share the same origin, they have ultimately separated. Most of the new generation of Witches cannot empathize with humans.

Of course, this is under normal circumstances. In fact, if the tycoon goes bankrupt and takes the second-generation rich kid back to the old house, it might change the second-generation rich kid's thinking, just like the Witches who have all been demoted to humans now.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes... Humans are all disasters, all burdens, all dead weight. Why don't you think about how we Witches are all burdens to the God King?"

"Everyone, you can't say it like that. Considering the era, among these human burdens you speak of, there might be your own ancestors."

On the forum, there are also Witch students who speak up to help humans.

After all, having been demoted to humans, facing the apocalyptic disaster with these humans, and working with humans for several months now, naturally, some Witches have come to understand the fact that they are no different from humans in terms of their hearts.

Hmm, although Witches have powerful strength and long lifespans, what beats in their chests is actually still a human heart.

And after such remarks became more frequent, the forum was silent for a moment, and the atmosphere was not as one-sided as before.

Of course, there are all kinds of birds in a large forest. Soon, contrarians and the Iron-Blooded Witch faction stood up to refute, and eventually, the two groups started a verbal war, and as they argued, some people started arranging offline fights.

After all, they are Witches; they start fighting at the slightest disagreement, and even if it's the apocalypse outside and the temperature is dozens of degrees below zero, it can't stop their vigorous hearts for dueling.

Hmm, Dorothy's blood pressure will probably skyrocket again when she sees the reports of multiple fighting incidents at the meeting tomorrow.

Meanwhile, in the satellite city settlement area outside the outer city of Pan Duola City.

Hela (Star Burial) also turned off the watch-type Mana Web terminal in her hand.

"Tsk, sometimes I really doubt if this bunch of idiots are Witches. They can even despise their own ancestors; there's really no one else like them."

This Netherworld civil servant Witch cursed in her heart, and then she finished the gruel in front of her in one breath.

Originally, she was frowning and preparing to drink it by force, but after one mouthful, her brow relaxed.

"They actually changed the flavor; this is really not bad."

She nodded, very satisfied, and then she secretly glanced at her younger sister Agatha, who was busy in the kitchen, and deliberately raised her volume a little, saying so very loudly.

Hmm, ever since that previous meeting, Hela knew that her younger sister was actually a Witch, and seemed to be a standout in the Witch Academy, the kind of level qualified to go to the Sacred Palace to attend meetings.

At the previous meeting, the proposal to improve the flavor of the fluid nutritional meal was put forward by this sister. Although Hela felt that she might be overthinking it, she really felt that the reason this sister put forward this proposal was because she often complained that this stuff tasted bad.

And now that this crappy gruel really has multiple flavors to choose from, it is obviously also the result of Agatha's efforts. As an older sister, Hela felt it was necessary to praise this sister.

Of course, not wanting to expose her identity, she naturally couldn't praise her sister openly, so she had to use this more subtle method.

However, obviously, the sister busy in the kitchen had indeed received her praise; this could be seen from the rich smile on the other's face.

"Hee hee, it's all the Prime Minister's credit."

As a die-hard fan of the Prime Minister, Agatha habitually pushed all the glory to her idol.

Alright, actually Agatha still thought her sister was a real mortal, so she could only say that; she couldn't very well say that this flavor improvement was her doing.

"Tsk, humans are clearly quite good too. I really don't know why that bunch of idiots look down on people, talking as if those guys have helped a lot. A bunch of keyboard warriors, I, who am actually doing the work, haven't even spoken yet? If you have time to flood the forum, you might as well do more work."

The young Witch student looked at her "human" sister, who was smiling because of the delicious food and becoming even more beautiful because of the smile, and then remembered the news she had just seen on the Mana Web forum, and also thought angrily.

She felt that she and her sister got along quite well, just like real sisters. If you remove the gap in power, Witches and humans really aren't that different.

"Alright, Agatha, thank you for your hard work. I'm heading out now. There's something to deal with at the construction site today, I might have to work overtime, I might be back late."

Hela looked at her sister, who was smiling happily because of her praise, and nodded with satisfaction. She actually didn't mind whether this sister was a Witch or a mortal; after all, it was all the same to her, a Netherworld civil servant.

Moreover, her own founder, Qiong, is a mortal now; Hela wouldn't dare look down on mortals casually.

And thinking of the founder, she stood up, put on her heavy coat, and went out into the biting blizzard and cold wind.

She did indeed have a mission to do today; after all, the Mechanical Reincarnation Project had already begun.

Putting on the skull mask again, Hela became Star Burial. She turned her head to look at the door of her house, and after confirming that her sister was not paying attention to this side, she finally took a winding path to a basement.

And as soon as she entered this basement, many people wearing black cloaks had already gathered here, and looking at the objects related to death arranged everywhere in this basement, one could tell that this was not a proper place.

In fact, it was so; this was the gathering point of the cult, the Society of the End of All Things.

"High Priest."

Upon seeing Star Burial's arrival, those black-robed people who had been waiting there for a long time immediately bowed and saluted her respectfully.

"Human suffering, only by embracing death can one enjoy peaceful sleep."

"Now, Teacher Dorothy, I heard you've encountered trouble over there recently?"

Noah's Ark, Pope's Palace, the Loli Pope looked at her new teacher and hesitated for a while before asking.

"Trouble? What trouble?"

The Home Witch looked strangely at this newly accepted cheap apprentice and asked, somewhat puzzled.

"It's that Society of the End of All Things. Those cultists seem to be everywhere promoting the benefits of the afterlife, inciting people to commit suicide. I heard it's been quite rampant over there recently."

Noah said cautiously.

She actually didn't know whether she should say it or not; after all, it wasn't easy for her to explain her source of information. Who let her source of information be the mole she arranged in Pan Duola City?

But remembering the personality of this "soulmate" teacher, Noah finally said it. She believed that the teacher had long known that she had sent a mole, and she probably wouldn't be truly angry because of such a thing.

"Oh, you mean that. That is indeed quite troublesome. Under the apocalypse, this kind of cult ideology is indeed very marketable, but it's not a big problem. I will clean them up soon."

Dorothy looked at this cheap apprentice with amusement. She naturally couldn't tell the other party that everything was actually in her plan, and that the boss of this cult was also her.

Hehehe, you wouldn't have guessed it, but the afterlife being better isn't a scam, it's a fact. Those who have died are indeed resting peacefully in the new world.

The Home Witch thought triumphantly in her heart.

Of course, on the surface, she still made a slightly angry expression, and even started acting, making it look like "Although I am in a hurry, I am pretending that everything is under control and I am not in a hurry at all."

Well, behind this Society of the End of All Things, besides her, the hidden boss, there was another hand pushing the waves, and that hand came from this Glorious Divine Kingdom.

Hmm, those angels have made a move again. This time they are playing dirty. They used the negative and desperate mentality of mortals under this apocalypse to secretly spread the cult organization.

When it comes to religion, angels are professionals, whether it's orthodox or cults.

The initial Society of the End of All Things was actually spread secretly by angels. Under this kind of apocalypse, the idea that one can go to heaven after death and live better than when alive is a classic old trick in the angels' "Gospel".

But the angels thought the Society of the End of All Things was a cult they made up, but they would never have thought that this set of nonsense theory is actually a fact in the Magic Republic.

And, surely no angel would think that the Society of the End of All Things developed so well because their means of engaging in religion are very powerful, right?

Hmm, well, in fact, there really are angels that stupid, such as that Wisdom Angel who serves as the Grand High Priest of the Society of the End of All Things and disguises herself as a mortal.

This Wisdom Angel probably thinks her disguise and operation are very good, but she doesn't know that her identity has long been known to the entire sect.

If you ask why, it's because besides her, the Grand High Priest, the three priests under the High Priest and even all the believers below them are all Dorothy's people.

Hmm, the entire Netherworld group has all gone to engage in cults now.

This is also quite good, isn't it? Anyway, someone has to join a cult, so why can't it be our own people?

"Hehehe, watch me use this counter-strategy, to openly repair the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang."

Dorothy also thought with a smile in her heart.

And Noah looked at her "strong" teacher and was also hesitant to speak. She really wanted to tell her soulmate teacher that behind that cult were the God's messengers, but she is now a person of the Glorious Divine Kingdom and cannot betray her country's interests.

So...

Teacher and apprentice are acting to each other...

(End of chapter)