Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 131 - 131 114 Shaping the New God

131: Chapter 114 Shaping the New God 131: Chapter 114 Shaping the New God “`

Exhausted from the tests, 101 slept soundly in the staff dormitory; she slept on the top bunk, leaving the bottom one for 102.

She harbored a worry she found ludicrous herself, fearful of earthquakes or tsunamis occurring here, during which she would have to carry 102 to safety immediately.

In her dreams, she felt a considerable degree of fear, as if an invisible rope had bound her body, with only five years left before death.

For the Children of Phantom Light, withering was an inevitable destiny.

When she woke, 102 was still curled up in the blanket, and at 102’s request, 101 had bought her a cute comforter patterned with pink kittens.

101 crept out of the bed, saddened by 102’s blissful ignorance.

She envied those educated humans who had the chance to learn about history, culture, politics, and society, while the witches were cut off from true knowledge, enslaved from a young age, illiterate, reduced to mere vessels for unleashing magic power, with hobbies and dreams far out of reach.

Perhaps Farosa could change the witches’ fates.

101 headed to Farosa’s private room, located in a corner of the entire industrial park, originally one of the warehouses, transformed into her secret base by Farosa.

101 knocked softly, the door was unlocked and swung open in response.

Darkness filled the room, and 101 glanced back timidly at the hallway outside where only the emergency light weakly glowed orange, flickering like a dying person blinking.

In the gloom, Farosa turned off her phone’s screen; she sat cross-legged at the far end of the dark room, maintaining her enigmatic aura.

In her mind, those spicy, bloody scenes wouldn’t dissipate, as people around the world uploaded various extreme videos that catered to Farosa’s curiosity.

“What do you want?” Farosa asked, her voice hoarse.

“Venerable my Goddess,” 101 knelt on the ground, praying devoutly to Farosa in the darkness, “We are created witches with limited lifespans.

Even if we try our best to serve you, we are limited by destiny and cannot repay you for life.”

“Come closer.”

101, with a heart full of terror, moved through the darkness toward Farosa, feeling as though she was walking into a trap, getting closer to a monster.

Soon, she felt Farosa’s ice-cold hand touch her throat, causing 101’s heart to race and her skin to break out in goosebumps.

Quickly, the hand’s texture turned from soft to hard, human flesh morphing into the spiny skin of a marine creature, fingers exploring downward from her throat to the center of her chest.

She remained silent, her lips tightly shut.

“Cursed life, stolen magic power,” Farosa murmured, “Your magic power is not a direct gift from the stars but a deception against the sky.

The stars will not tolerate your existence, which is more like an illusion, ready to be extinguished at any moment.”

“What should I do?” 101 knew all this too well but still held onto a shred of hope, believing it to be mere speculation from scientists.

However, Farosa’s acknowledgment indicated that their journey in the human world was especially brief, death hanging over them like a sharp blade.

Looking back at the past five years, their path was fraught with thorns.

If the essence of life is pain and hopelessness, why do people continue to savor it?

101 wanted hope.

“I know what you want, but I need four more witches,” Farosa whispered, “Then the first ceremony can be held to confirm my authority.

Ordinary magic power can only turn back your life by seven days, but if Divine Power is exercised, each time it can prolong your existence by more than five years.”

“…I will spare no effort to serve you,” said 101, trembling with fear.

Farosa’s actions were terrifying, casually blurring the line between life and death, wantonly manipulating lifespan and existence, as unfathomable and unpredictable as the deep sea.

The trembling of 101’s fingertips transferred to Farosa, who savored it delicately.

What she needed were followers filled with awe.

Loyalty is hard to build, but terror can be established overnight.

Farosa needed to define her image in the eyes of her followers, the beginning of the path to godhood.

Farosa’s hand moved up again, resting on 101’s shoulder.

“Farosa de Aquilia walks among witches…” she said.

At this, Farosa closed her eyes, for it was also an immensely important choice for her.

To climb further on the path of power, the foremost thing to ascertain was “who am I,” that is, to understand oneself.

“…she chases knowledge and power, she presides over the Laws of Slaughter and Recovery, she is the supreme leader of all witches, she has but one form.”

Pursuit, authority, identity, and image—Farosa defined a New God from four dimensions to prevent her followers from idle speculations that could cause divisions.

101 silently took note, then recited it back under Farosa’s guidance.

Knowledge and power, slaughter and recovery, the Witch Goddess Farosa.

As 101 dedicated her faith, Farosa felt the remnant traces of Dewdrops emerging in her heart, the raw traces from the beliefs of her loyal followers.

These traces had appeared on many great figures, monarchs, and sages, the product of their own followers’ beliefs, eventually forming Dewdrops that turned them into invincible heroes or philosophers who deciphered the world.

“Keep up this performance,” Farosa whispered, “I will extend the lifespans of you sisters, bestow upon you the honor of following me, strengthen your magic power, and change your fated demise.”

“Understood.”

“Bring 102 as well.”

“Yes, but I…” 101 mustered her last bit of courage, “…I want to know…

what is your ultimate goal?”

“To save all witches, to bring them redemption,” Farosa said.

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Such a beautiful lie.

101 felt a twinge in her nose.

Why tell such pleasant lies?

What if someone believed them?

“Understood.” 101 took her leave, one step at a time.

As 101 stepped out of the pitch-black room where Farosa resided, the light outside made her feel momentarily dizzy.

She quickly closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath.

Obey Farosa, and then gain hope.

Heavy-hearted, she went to look for 102.

102 wasn’t in their room and had been called away by Xu Yang to practice magic casting at the testing grounds.

Near Xu Yang, 101 realized that Xu Yang and Farosa were two extremes.

Around Xu Yang, she only felt endless peace of mind.

She had never seen Xu Yang angry or being harsh, never causing anyone to be scared.

For a moment, 101 wanted to sit next to Xu Yang, but the distance between them seemed so far.

Xu Yang was having 102 lift an iron ore.

Part of it had been smashed to pieces, and 102 was carrying the remaining fragments, not wearing any armor, just black latex clothing.

She was all smiles, overjoyed, finding the right angle to successfully lift the iron ore.

It seemed effortless for her, but while setting the ore down, she claimed the stone felt heavier and heavier.

“It’s probably related to how you distribute your power and magic power,” Xu Yang said, “When you subconsciously lift something heavy, magic power is converted to strength.

When you’re setting it down, you reduce the magic power consumption subconsciously, so your own power decreases as well.

Accordingly, to maximize your power, you need to train the control over your magic power consumption.”

“Oh!” 102 nodded vigorously.

“Any other progress?” 101 said in a low voice.

“Of course.” Xu Yang was very satisfied with today’s test, pointing to the shattered pieces of metal, “Now I’m certain that 102’s magic power is not just brute strength.

It’s actually ‘limb strengthening’.”

“What?” 101 was puzzled.

“Think about it,” Xu Yang continued, “102 pounds dead matter with hundreds of kilograms of force; why is her fist unharmed?

A normal person’s physique would have been torn apart by the recoil, the skin would definitely split and bleed.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 102 also discovered a new use for her ability.

She threw a powerful kick at a large rock, striking it with her foot, producing a cracking sound.

Instantly, numerous cracks appeared on the stone.

The black latex covering her foot shredded with the strike, but her skin and bones remained undamaged.

101 suddenly realized why Black Fire Innovation only labeled their powers as teleportation and immense strength because they are short-lived Children of Phantom Light, having no value for preservation or development, merely used as experimental subjects in real combat to gather data for the next experiment, with no interest in developing their abilities.

“In that case, no need for armor!” 102 wanted to fight bare-bodied!

Armor would only affect her ability to withstand damage; under limb strengthening, she could directly use her magic-strengthened body to endure harm.

“You still have a lot of room to grow, come with me now.” 101 went to take her hand, ready to bring her to meet Farosa.

The sisters must offer their loyalty together for Farosa to look upon them with new eyes and bestow corresponding rewards.

“But Xu Yang bought us an ice cream machine,” 102 said with longing eyes towards Xu Yang.

“Yes, over there in the staff cafeteria.” Xu Yang pointed in the direction of the cafeteria, “Sally’s here today too, let’s go have ice cream, there are 12 flavors.”

“Maybe next time,” 101 nodded reluctantly, “Sorry, not today.”

“But I want ice cream,” 102 whined.

“I’m doing this for your own good,” 101 said, tightening her grip on 102’s hand, her expression growing more stern.

102 looked at 101 as though seeing a mirror reflecting her own angry face.

She lowered her head, gave Xu Yang a reluctant glance, and then followed 101.

By now, Sally had arrived, looking all around, sniffing here and there, her fluffy ears twitching.

101 suddenly thought of the task to recruit witches for Farosa, as they still needed to recruit four Witches.

“Sally…

Do you want to meet Lady Aquilia?” 101 asked.

“I’ll pass,” Sally didn’t like Farosa.

“…The Witch Division welcomes you,” 101 persuaded gently, “We need your power, Witches should unite under Farosa’s banner.”

“I belong to Rat Village,” Sally said, “Not to Farosa.”

“…” 101 nodded slowly then took 102 away.

“They act so strange,” Sally said, looking towards Xu Yang, “Is Farosa now the leader of the witches?”

“Of course,” Xu Yang nodded, “She’s grown a lot.

Deception has always been her forte, and now she’s added intimidation, obfuscation, and maintaining an air of mystery to her set of skills fitting for a leader.”

“She must have her own weaknesses,” Sally still harbored wariness towards Farosa.

Xu Yang’s phone vibrated; he looked down to see a private message from Farosa.

Apparently, she was arguing with someone online, a rabble-rouser no less, not only with toxic wordplay but also using a plethora of internet slang, making her feel both profoundly humiliated and perplexed, only able to pick them out one by one, requesting Xu Yang to explain each to her.

“She can’t live on her own,” Xu Yang said while composing and sending the answers back.