Otaku Witch-Chapter 493 - 405. Creation of the World Ongoing_2

Isn't this a coincidence, as the witches' Magic Power is essentially the Power of Creation and Transformation.

So...

Behind Dorothy, the moon phase transformed by the Moon God shimmered with a faint light, as numerous phantoms began to appear. Those were memories from the Moon Rabbit World, representing the evolutionary history of the Moon Rabbit World over countless years.

The homebody witch merely watched these world memories and then began to replicate them one by one.

"Legend has it that at the beginning of creation, the Moon God descended amidst chaos," she whispered softly, with the moon phase behind her head radiating a bright moonlight that illuminated everything.

"The Moon God looked upon the barren world and sighed, and that sigh turned into a fierce wind that stirred up a storm."

Thus, the originally greatly weakened Wind Spirit regained vitality once more, as the just earlier calmed fierce wind began to wreak havoc again.

This Wind Spirit is essentially a worker in the world created by Dorothy, a low-tier version of an "Innate Deity."

Although it seemed quite impressive in appearance, it was fundamentally a puppet made from minimal effort; basically, having hands was sufficient.

You see, Transformation Magic can transform inanimate objects into living ones, like turning a branch into a bird, so transforming pure Wind Element into a Wind Elf seems perfectly reasonable, doesn't it?

Of course, the so-called transformation in Transformation Magic is essentially just a strict low-tier function of Omnipotence. The essence of Transformation Magic is to replace Heaven's Heart with one's own, a demonstration of misrepresentation spell — in the rules of the world it's a branch, but in my heart, it is a bird. When my personal consciousness is strong enough to suppress the will of the world, and under the catalysis of Magic Power, the branch turns into a bird.

However, individual will is ultimately unstable and not long-lasting, and it wears down as time passes. Therefore, when the individual will is exhausted or the Magic Power sustaining the spell is cut off, the bird will eventually revert back to a branch.

But Magic is not such an inconvenient thing. Since I have already transformed you from an inanimate object to a living one, then why does the will behind the Transformation Magic still need to be maintained by me? Can't you transform on your own?

If the bird, which the branch transformed into, truly believes itself to be a bird, then couldn't the effect of the Transformation Magic be maintained indefinitely?

That is what Dorothy was thinking.

Of course, to other witches, this is complete nonsense. Even if the branch transforms into a bird under the effect of Transformation Magic, an inanimate object is ultimately inanimate. Even if the bird appears lively, all of it is merely a performance imprinted by Transformation Magic, like a recorded video played on television. The bird is not truly a living thing; it remains dead, soulless, and without thought.

But for the homebody witch, this still isn't a big problem.

If there is no soul, then give it a soul. Why else would I have studied Necromancy if not for it to be used at times like this?

Necromancy can not only grant a soul to this bird, but the research on avian physiology can also refine the Transformation Magic to the structural composition of the body.

If there's no thought, then give it thought. The Mental Faction comes into play here. With a mental imprint from me, this bird will never admit it's a branch.

With this, the branch has completely transformed into a bird, with the only issue being that all of it still requires the expenditure of Magic Power. Once the supply of Magic Power ends, everything will revert back to its original form.

But this isn't really a drawback since most life forms naturally have a lifespan limit, don't they?

If I can supply the branch-turned-bird with enough Magic Power to last for several years, then when the Magic Power is exhausted, it's akin to the end of the bird's lifespan.

So, in some sense, Dorothy has indeed mastered the authority to create life.

This achievement, for ordinary mortal mages, can be considered a lifetime goal. But the homebody witch could perform pigeon magic on the square at the age of three or four.

At that time, when Adam, that incompetent father, was still trying to make money everywhere, Dorothy was already pulling him to perform "magic" on the square, where she threw a handful of wheat into a hat, and a flock of white doves would fly out.

She named this type of magic the witches' Primary Transmutation Technique.

Where there is a primary, there naturally exists a middle and even an advanced level. It's just unfortunate that this series of magic spells doesn't sell well in the Magic Web Library, as the learning threshold for such a combined Faction of spell study is indeed quite high, and not all witches are like her who are free to learn it all.

Dorothy uses the witches' Advanced Transmutation Technique to cast this "Wind God," involving even more Factions, as this Wind Elf cannot merely appear in form; it must truly possess the power of a "God of Wind."

With Transformation Magic to awaken, Necromancy to forge the soul, the Spiritual School to awaken the spirit, and the Evocation School to create the framework, only then is such a true Wind Elf crafted.

But for the Wind Elf to become a God of Wind, it yet requires the Power of Fate from the School of Prophecy to bestow upon it the Divine office of Heavenly Mandate.

Although this creation was not easy to make, they couldn't really give her freedom; to make her work, they still needed to use the Summoning School to command her.

This was already a fusion of magic from the six schools; however, overall, it was a combination of basic knowledge. As long as one truly wished to spend countless little moments studying, indeed, having a hand in it would suffice.

"The storm stirred chaos, birthing thunder and torrential rain,"

the homebody witch read again along the history of the Moon Rabbit World.

Thus, the Thunder God and the Water God also began to take their places.

"The flood washed everything away, yet it also nurtured hope; thunder symbolized destruction, yet it also brought forth life."

Thus, lightning struck the surface of the water, and endless magic runes emerged within that flood.

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The flood was like a cauldron; the lightning was like fire. Combined, they formed the basis of Alchemy and the production of magic potions.

Dorothy poured all her understanding of spells into this newly formed world's furnace, hoping that these spells would truly nurture some spirituality in this process.

"Life was born from this, all things came from this, and the newly born world needed a bearer; thus, the Moon God turned her gaze towards the terrifying magical beasts."

"They were the enemies of the gods, wielding the power of earth and flame."

The homebody witch continued to recite the declaration of creation, then cast her gaze towards the Earth Mother Goddess in the Golden City opposite her.

Oh well, isn't this just perfect, or not.

"To combat the terrifying magical beast, the Moon God decided to create an army."

"She took rainwater and thunder, creating her affiliated family, those creatures that appeared as harmless as water yet harbored rebellious thunder in their hearts."

The creation legend continued to unfold, and it so happened that it was during the battle between the Fairy King and Senior Mia.

Their thunder spears and the treasure storm collided, scattering thunderbolts; many treasures were flung to the ground and submerged by the rain.

Thus, fragile rabbits were born from the moon's reflection in the water; they innocently surveyed this unfamiliar world. However, upon seeing the moon in the sky, the group of rabbits began to form a circle and started worshipping the moon.

Dorothy: "....."

No, are these creatures really the Moon God's army? Where is the thunder that was promised?

Seeing the Moon-worshipping Rabbits scattered on the ground, these little creatures were indeed cute, but where was their combat power?

Was something missing here?

The homebody witch fell into deep thought, then suddenly her eyes lit up when she saw the Fairy King, who was fiercely laughing as he fought with Senior Mia.

Alright, it seems that the coarse martial arts warriors of the Combat Magic System are sometimes a bit useful after all.

She stretched her hand to pluck a dragon scale from the vast illusion of the dragon and serpent, then threw it towards the Moon-worshipping Rabbits below.

"Ow..."

The Fairy King, who was enjoying the fight, let out a scream as he was unexpectedly backstabbed, and then he was swiftly slapped away by the Radiant Dragon.

"Are you really on our side?"

The Martial Soul Incarnation, wanting to curse in fury, was interrupted by another clap of thunder which covered everything. Dazzling lightning struck the falling dragon scale, then the flood turned tumultuous, and the countless magic runes that had been soaked suddenly entwined around the adorable rabbits.

And when the lightning dispersed, left in its place was a group of rabbit-eared humanoid warriors, their bright red eyes staring down the great dragon.

...The forces of darkness emerge onstage...