Chapter 762

Wendy woke up from her sleep.

She felt like she had had a quite long dream, and the dream was quite scary.

But as for what specific dream it was, or what exactly happened in the dream, she couldn't remember no matter how hard she tried now. The only thing she could still feel was perhaps just a lingering trace of fear in her heart that hadn't completely dissipated.

But this was quite ironic; as a demon witch who specializes in fear emotions, she herself had now fallen into fear.

However, before she could think any more, her train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door.

She herself had a personality where her "morning grouchiness" was still quite severe, so she was somewhat angry in her heart.

"Who is this, knocking on the door like that? Are they not letting people sleep? I don't have anything to..."

Subconsciously, she felt in her heart that she didn't seem to have anything to do, but her gradually clearing mind suddenly made her realize one thing.

"Wait, wasn't I playing a game with Clown and the others? Why did I suddenly fall asleep?"

The Wendigo witch suddenly woke up, and then she opened her eyes.

And as soon as she opened her eyes, the first thing that came into view was a large face close at hand.

Wendy was startled. Anyone would be frightened to see this scene right after waking up, so she subconsciously raised her hand and threw a punch.

It's just that, even though she didn't use her full strength in her haste, this strike, which was still enough to split mountains and crack the earth, seemed to have hit air or cotton; the force of the punch was lightly neutralized by someone.

This is "dissipating force," a very high-purity dissipating force.

The Wendigo witch immediately realized that she had encountered an expert. She had just wanted to continue resisting, but suddenly she relaxed and stopped the movement of her hands.

"Lord Clown? What are you doing?"

She had already recognized the face in front of her.

This was exactly the Clown eldest young lady who had dressed up as an inconspicuous country girl.

It's just that this face, which looked truly plain and inconspicuous when viewed normally, gave a different feeling when looked at closely like this.

Even though the witch race is full of beauties and everyone's looks are quite impressive, not everyone's looks can withstand this kind of "death angle" where faces are almost pressed together. After all, this is no different from you holding a magnifying glass to look at someone's face.

Except for top-tier powerhouses like her own Demon King mother, who had already evolved her body to the level of a flawless physique, who could withstand such nitpicking that was even more rigorous than looking for bones in an egg?

But the face of the Clown eldest young lady in front of her was just that impressive.

No, this really couldn't be described as just "impressive." This was clearly a true perfection one level higher than flawless. Is this kind of divine beauty, where even the shape of every pore makes one unable to find fault, something that can truly exist in reality?

The Wendigo witch was immediately hit by this beauty at close range. Her heart, which had been tempered by practicing the Original Sin system, swayed, and then the ripples quickly turned into a storm that swept everything away, seeming to want her to just sink completely.

However, just as Wendy's eyes were about to blur into the shape of heart-shaped pupils, her eyes brightened again. The face blocking her had moved away, and soft, bright sunlight shone on her face, making her subconsciously squint her eyes.

"Yo, Miss Sleeping Beauty, you're finally awake. It's a pity, though; I was just about to learn from that prince and kiss you awake, but you didn't give me the chance."

She heard the Clown miss, who had become inconspicuous again because of the distance, say this.

This was teasing that couldn't be more obvious. Wendy naturally could hear it, but thinking of the stunning beauty she had just caught a glimpse of, Miss Wendigo even felt a little regret in her heart.

She felt that she had indeed woken up at the wrong time. This wave was a huge loss.

However, after all, she wasn't the kind of lovesick fool easily bewitched, so Wendy quickly adjusted her mindset.

"What is going on? How did I suddenly fall asleep?"

She sat up, shook her head, and was still somewhat confused.

Then she looked around and only then discovered that she seemed to be lying in an ice crystal coffin.

She wasn't very unfamiliar with this coffin. After all, this was a commonly used prop in the Scream House game. According to the script written by her sister, she, the boss of this game—the demon of ice and famine, Wendigo—was supposed to appear lying in the coffin, then wait for the players to successfully navigate to the final battlefield in the basement of this fortress, and only then reveal the coffin and rise to conduct the final boss battle.

It's just that, what about the basement? Where did the sunlight come from?

Miss Wendigo looked up at the unobstructed sky above her head, a bit suspicious that she hadn't woken up yet.

No, what about my fortress? What about my house? Where did my huge Frost Fortress go?

Wendy stared blankly at the sky and then cast her gaze toward the Clown eldest young lady beside her, her eyes asking the other party what was going on.

And as soon as Dorothy saw Miss Wendigo's look, her heart immediately skipped a beat, feeling a bit guilty.

But the problem wasn't big. Watch me take the initiative.

"Miss Wendigo, I think you need to give us an explanation. Why does this game have no exit function, and why did it directly block all our contact with the outside world? You know my identity. I have reason to suspect that you are already suspected of illegal detention, which seriously violates the absolute law of equality among witches."

The Home Witch took out her judgment order from her pocket and reached out to pull the hat senior on top of her head. The invisible witch hat immediately cooperated obediently and transformed into a tangible clown mask.

Grand Judge Clown-sama makes a grand appearance.

Hmm, don't talk to me about other things. Every word Miss Wendigo says next will become evidence in court.

"What? This..."

Wendy was also stunned when she saw this formation. She knew the identity of the eldest young lady in front of her, so naturally, she wouldn't suspect that the other party was impersonating a judge and abusing power or anything.

But she was also truly wronged. She hadn't done anything, okay? And it was absolutely impossible for this world to...

The demon witch little princess wanted to open her mouth to defend herself in her heart, but before she could speak, she discovered that she had indeed lost contact with her sister, Beelzebub, outside.

Oh no, something really did happen.

The Wendigo witch's brows immediately furrowed.

"Lord Clown, I'm very sorry. This is indeed our Scream House's dereliction of duty. Wait for me a moment; I will handle it very quickly."

Her tall body stood up. That height, a head taller than Dorothy, the Dragon Witch, was very imposing, but she didn't mean to be condescending or overbearing, but rather humbly admitted her dereliction of duty.

Then Wendy reached into her bosom, groped around for a while, and took out a very exquisite gem-like secret key prop.

Dorothy, who was on the side, blinked her eyes as soon as she saw this, her eyes shining as if a mouse had seen a rice granary.

Good fellow, a World Core?

This is a good thing. It can be said to be the heart of a world. Whoever controls the World Core is actually equivalent to controlling this world.

The reason the Moon Rabbit World headed toward the end of the world was because of the aging of the World Core. Even now, the Moon Rabbits are still waiting to work to change a core for their own world.

Although this thing isn't rare in the market of disaster-level worlds like the Witch World, it is definitely high-end goods, very, very expensive—expensive to the point that Dorothy wouldn't even dare to think about it if she didn't sell her points.

And the World Core that Miss Wendigo took out at this time was clearly the core of this haunted house world, and also the control hub.

Hmm, the game administrator used her GM privileges. It seems everyone will be able to get out soon.

Thinking of this, Dorothy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She decided that after going out later, she would go straight back to Audrey's house to stay. It didn't look like a good day to go out.

It's just that...

"Sister, are you there?"

Wendy called out to her sister through the World Core, wanting to ask if something had happened outside, otherwise how could this haunted house world directly enter full-lockdown mode.

"Hmm, I'm here."

A projection was cast from the gem secret key, and the figure of the big witch with a childlike face and huge breasts was revealed.

It's just that Miss Beelzebub looked quite leisurely, holding a cup of coffee while drinking and reading a book, not at all like she had encountered an accident.

And this also made Wendy somewhat confused.

"Sister, didn't you encounter any accidents?"

The Wendigo witch asked calmly.

"Accident? No. This is our territory to begin with; how could any accident happen?"

Miss Beelzebub replied with an expression of "Little sister, is your brain broken?"

"Then why did this Fear World enter lockdown mode? This is a special mode that only you and I have the authority to open."

Wendy was still trying to remain calm. After all, the person on the other side was her own sister; she shouldn't suspect her.

However, what made the Wendigo witch unable to hold it together was that the sister on the other side laughed as soon as she heard this, and even laughed louder and louder, more and more creepily.

"My stupid little sister, since you said this is a mode that only you and I have the authority to open, then why do you ask such a redundant question? It's very obvious—I did it."

Beelzebub's originally cute loli face suddenly changed its temperament, becoming evil and wild. She, who had originally leaned toward the cute little loli style, seemed to enter the "royal sister" mode in an instant. The highly aggressive aura could be felt even by the Home Witch who was eating melons and watching the show on the side.

Dorothy: "..."

To be honest, this kind of foodie miss is also not bad. Her "strike zone" moved again.

And, good fellow, this is a drama of sisters turning against each other. Considering the special status of these two as princesses of the Demon King's house, countless thousands of words of "Nine Dragons Seizing the Heir" dramas popped into the Home Witch's little brain in an instant.

Hmm, eating melons on the spot, a bit exciting.

But wait a moment, it's not convenient for us outsiders to participate in the family affairs of your Demon King's house. Can you let us out first, and then you can make a scene?

The Home Witch indicated that they were truly innocent.

However, the heart of a melon-eating crowd made her somewhat curious about how things would develop next.

"Then what is the reason, sister? Why did you do this?"

The sister's straightforward admission seemed to give Wendy a great shock. The Wendigo witch's eyes clearly showed wavering; she seemed unable to accept this kind of thing, but she still forced herself to calm down and finally asked.

"Reason? My stupid little sister, Asmodeus never needs a reason to do things; it only depends on the mood. You still need to learn this point."

The big witch miss hugged her chest with one hand and shook the coffee cup in her hand with the other. She looked at her naive sister with doting eyes, but what came out of her mouth were cold and ruthless words.

"If I have to give a reason, it's that I suddenly wanted to do a material-gathering experiment. You know, I need to gather material for my new book."

"I originally wanted to play with you for a few more days, but this kind of game-like scaring is really boring, so I want to conduct a real Battle Royale game to see if it can stimulate my inspiration."

"Hmm, let's just say it's for this."

Beelzebub raised the coffee cup in her hand and then shrugged at her sister in front of her.

"Good luck, little Wendy. Try hard to survive. The difficulty of this game won't be so easy next. By the way, I have cut off the Netherworld protection of this Fear World. You must hold on; otherwise, if you die accidentally, you'll really be gone."

"Hmm, and I will broadcast the footage of you struggling hard throughout the whole process. Let's call this show 'Fear Lotto.' It should have a lot of traffic, right? If you can survive and clear the level, sister will give you a big prize."

After saying this, the chat screen was terminated.

Inside the Haunted House World.

Dorothy: "..."

Tsk, the sisterhood between these royal family members is really plastic, isn't it?

Looking at Miss Wendigo, who was suppressing her anger but was already so angry that her eyes were red and her body was trembling constantly, the Home Witch wanted to comfort her a few words, but when the words reached her lips, she didn't know how to say them.

Sigh, there is nothing more heartbreaking than being betrayed by a trusted relative.

However, come to think of it, she had actually wanted to complain before: how are Arty's cubs one by one so well-behaved and sensible, not inheriting her natural "bad seed" nature at all?

This is very "un-Arty."

If this person weren't the Demon King now, Dorothy would have suspected whether the hat on her head was "environmentally friendly" (green).

But now it seems that Miss Beelzebub is very much to her taste—very bad—but this Miss Wendigo...

Hmm, how did Arty give birth to such a simple and honest daughter? Even I, a Dragon Witch, am not this simple.

"Alright, Miss Wendigo, it seems you can't be counted on either. Come with me; let's go back and have a meal first. The hot pot is almost cold."

The heartwarming little witch had no choice but to prepare to take in the heartbroken big sister, and she said so.

Then she didn't wait for Miss Wendigo to answer and pulled her directly toward the White Dragon Battleship.

As for whether you ask if she is panicked?

Panicked my foot. She isn't even afraid of Arty herself, so would she be afraid of a mere "little Arty"?

At worst, she'll just close the door and release the hat senior. What a big deal.

Tsk, although Miss Beelzebub is indeed very easy to talk to, and the bad woman's personality also makes her feel quite fun, what Dorothy can't tolerate most in this life is someone who betrays their family.

Hmm, go back and think about the "Waist Drum Technique."

Still Asmodeus? She is hitting Asmodeus. On the other side, Miss Beelzebub turned off the contact, then put down the coffee cup, and looked helplessly at another slender and graceful phantom beside her.

"Mother, you are not being kind. It was clearly your prank, but you want me to take the blame. My relationship with my little sister is the best. Now she must hate me to death."

The big witch miss raised her head and chest, looking at the phantom of her mother in front of her with some dissatisfaction.

Her gaze was somewhat confused.

Although this mother usually likes pranks, she rarely plays such nasty jokes on her family. Today's incident was really a bit too much.

And regarding this, the Demon King's phantom first looked down at her daughter in front of her, especially focusing on the part of her daughter that was particularly prominent because of her hugging her chest, and then the corners of her eyes twitched.

"Hmph, since when do I, your mother, need to explain to you little brats when I do things? This is all for little Wendy's own good. She's almost grown up and will have to go to the front line to be tempered in the future. If she goes to the front line with this personality, she will definitely suffer. If you can't bear to educate her now, it will be embarrassing if she really dies outside."

Arty looked down at her toes, then curled her lips, and finally said so.

And regarding this, Beelzebub nodded.

Sigh, the little sister is indeed a bit simple and honest, and it's really easy for her to suffer. If she stays in the Witch World, it's not a big problem; they, as sisters, can still protect her. But the little sister can't live under their protection for her whole life.

This is also the main reason she agreed to cooperate with this mother who has no integrity.

Alright, actually she did have a little bit of a desire to gather material. She has really been stuck on her writing recently.

The witch miss is stuck on her writing.