Otaku Witch-Chapter 747 - 505
747: 505.
Morning run for three people_3
747: 505.
Morning run for three people_3
Although the outcome was the same, it carried a hint of self-deception.
But now things were different.
In this process of tempering her will, Dorothy had successfully awakened the part of the Fairy King within her.
At that moment, she was the Duel King atop the Magic Network.
Her Martial Soul no longer needed the manipulation of Multitasking, and her Martial Soul was as easy for her to command as her own limbs.
Thus, the fleeting shadow of the mighty, ruined Dragon King vanished and then took possession of Dorothy’s body, casting the phantom of dragon horns on her head and an ethereal dragon tail behind her, with ghostly dragon scales also appearing on her skin.
The will that had nearly been shattered by the overwhelming waves of fatigue and pain once again solidified; her vessel of will sailed through the sea of suffering, effortlessly cutting through the waves.
Consequently, the previously unbearable fatigue and pain suddenly weakened and Dorothy even felt a surge of defiance, thinking, “Is that all the storm has?
Dare it to be more fierce?” Her steps grew lighter and her expression more serene.
Until at last, unflinchingly, she caught up with the two little ones ahead of her and then, stretching her long legs, surpassed these two with shorter legs.
“Eat my dust.”
The Homebody Witch grew more tired and pained the more she ran, but found the more tired and pained she was, the more thrilling it felt.
After reawakening her Martial Soul and receiving its empowerment, she started to fall in love with this feeling of pushing her body to the limits.
Only…
Watching the bad woman speeding up, Artie’s expression turned sullen, and a slight disappointment appeared in her eyes.
Indeed, adult promises are deceptive ghosts; they spoke of not using Magic Power and not breaking their own rules, but didn’t they end up using it in the end?
Boring, indeed, those who hold both power and authority cannot be trusted with promises because breaking them usually carries no risk.
The Evil Breed Little Lolita pouted and then muttered softly,
“Liar, just another rotten person who deceives even children.
Better off dead.”
Her eyes shifted as she started plotting how to ruin this bad woman and regain her freedom from being near her.
Only…
“Nope, Dorothy didn’t break her promise; she truly did not invoke any Magic Power, relying solely on will and technique to run,”
a voice suddenly rang in her ear.
Artie instinctively stepped back, then saw Little Fatty Dragon seriously correcting her with an earnest face.
Artie, a mere Superpower User, could not distinguish whether Magic Power was being used and mistook the physical manifestation of will, Martial Soul, as some sort of Enhanced Magic; but Emora, as a dragon, could clearly perceive the flow of Magic Power and saw that all the Magic Power within Dorothy remained dormant.
“Hah, you think I’ll just believe you, you fatso?”
Artie, disbelieving, reasoned that there’s no way someone could improve so rapidly without cheating with Magic.
Just minutes ago, Dorothy was gasping every three steps, barely alive, and then she was suddenly striding healthily.
Does that make any sense?
Is it scientific?
Unfortunately, Emora did not respond to her skepticism.
Little Fatty Dragon only widened her eyes, earnestly observing the movement of Dorothy’s step, and then a trace of happiness flickered in her eyes.
Great, found a lazy way out.
suffering from the torment of Gravity Magic, Emora cheered internally, knowing she just needed to learn a bit of the techniques Dorothy was using to run a bit easier as well.
So, embracing this simple idea, Little Fatty Dragon also started moving her short legs, beginning to mimic.
When it came to techniques involving body control, she always learned very quickly.
And so, Emora’s steps also grew increasingly lighter, as she quickly caught up with the Homebody Witch ahead.
At the spot, Artie was deep in thought.
Ah, could I have been wrong?
Observing the back of Little Fatty Dragon, who seemed transformed, the Evil Breed Little Lolita furrowed her brow.
But she could not afford to ponder much longer, as she would soon be left too far behind to even catch their dust.
“Wait for me, I really can’t run anymore,”
Artie cried out breathlessly.
…Little Lolita in pursuit…
