Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

"Did I die?"

Loren couldn't quite describe what he was feeling right now. He only remembered that in his final moment, he had been completely incinerated by the God of Light and Fire.

Later, he felt his life force ebbing away, eventually sinking into nothingness.

It was like a bottomless sea. He felt sadness, but also warmth, and even his ability to think was fading as his body sank deeper.

Then, Loren sensed someone grab his hand, trying to pull him up.

But at the same time, that person was also sinking, as if they intended to trade their own life for Loren's.

At the time, Loren's cognitive abilities were severely limited, but he instinctively refused the exchange of lives and pushed that person away. In that moment, Loren caught a glimpse of purple.

"Was it Scarlett…"

Loren guessed what had happened. Ever since he learned that Scarlett had gained the ability to give, he had suspected this scenario would play out.

Since Loren had ended up here, he refused to let any more tragedies occur.

…

When Loren regained consciousness again, the scene before him had changed dramatically. It was no longer that vast emptiness, but an unfamiliar ceiling.

Loren had no memory of a place like this, which meant he wasn't dreaming-he had really been resurrected!

"I knew I couldn't die!"

Loren excitedly jumped up like a carp flipping, his body springing upright. Honestly, he had been a bit panicked, since he wasn't a Player anymore.

That was why he had arranged so many contingency plans beforehand, ensuring that even if he died, the Witches could still live well.

The joy of surviving a disaster made Loren instinctively overlook his surroundings, to the point that he didn't even realize he had accidentally knocked over a plate.

"My lunch…"

Hearing someone else's voice, Loren finally snapped back to reality and turned toward the sound. That was when he saw a pair of milky-white mounds.

Their owner was busy cleaning up the broken shards on the floor, causing them to bounce and sway.

Waking up to such a sight left Loren a bit dazed.

Fortunately, Loren's willpower was strong enough that he quickly composed himself.

"Ahem, sorry, were you the one who saved me?"

This place was unfamiliar, so Loren guessed he hadn't been revived at a fixed spawn point but had appeared somewhere unknown.

"Yeah, I found you in the wilderness not long ago and brought you back.

"Later, I also realized you were the guy from the newspapers."

By now, she had finished cleaning herself up, and Loren could clearly see her face, along with her white hair.

Upon closer inspection, Loren noticed that her hair wasn't white, but a very pale blue, tied up in a bun that gave off a mature, housewifely charm.

Especially since the weather was a bit chilly and she was wearing a sweater that perfectly outlined her figure.

She was most likely a Witch, because ordinary people weren't that beautiful.

"Newspapers? Can I take a look?"

"Sure."

Loren closed his eyes, attempting to use the Abyssal Gaze Eye to check on the others.

But something unexpected happened-he didn't get any visual feedback. The Abyssal Gaze Eye had failed.

"…"

Loren tensed up instantly. He had no idea what was happening to the other Witches and feared something had happened to them.

"I have to leave…"

Loren got out of bed and stretched his body. His physical condition hadn't changed much, just some stiffness from being inactive for too long.

"Here's the newspaper you wanted."

At that moment, the woman who had saved Loren brought over a newspaper. The most prominent spot featured an illustration of Loren:

"Master of Witches, Blasphemer… Loren Executed by the Gods, His Witches Scattered in All Directions, Bringing Peace Back to the Land…"

Loren skimmed past the long string of titles and focused on the useful information further down.

The newspaper was somewhat yellowed, indicating it was quite old.

"When is this newspaper from?"

"Probably from four years ago? I don't really remember."

He rubbed his head, rapidly processing the information.

Four years had already passed. A full four years-Anna was already an adult. Anything could have happened in that time, and Loren grew even more worried about the Witches.

Something also felt off here. The newspaper clearly stated he was dead, and had been for so long, yet the woman in front of him didn't seem the least bit surprised.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Veronica. Unemployed."

"Why aren't you at all surprised to see me rise from the dead?"

"What resurrection? Weren't you just unconscious?"

"The newspaper clearly states that I was executed by the gods."

"Wh-What…"

Hearing this news, Veronica froze instantly. A chill ran down her spine, and her body began to tremble.

She instinctively stepped back but ended up tripping over something and fell flat on her butt.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Isn't it a bit late to pretend to be scared now? Didn't the newspaper already announce my death?"

"I can't read… and I don't have any contact with anyone else…"

Hearing Veronica's simple and honest reason, it was Loren's turn to be stunned. That was indeed an airtight excuse.

"Alright…"

Loren sighed and prepared to leave.

He didn't even have a comfortable set of clothes right now. The ones he was wearing felt terrible, and the chest area was especially loose.

This was most likely Veronica's clothing, as it even carried her body scent.

"I'm planning to leave. Don't worry, I won't forget your kindness.

"Besides, I was only presumed dead. You don't need to worry about me being a ghost."

Loren thought about first finding a noble to get some money and also gather some useful information. This foolish woman wouldn't be able to give him anything valuable.

He just hoped to get news that the Witches were safe, but given how long he had been missing, they had probably all turned dark.

Loren let out a helpless sigh. In the end, he hadn't been able to protect them.

But this wasn't entirely a bad thing. The Divine War must have already started by now, and the gods were too busy with it to descend to the mortal realm.

With the Orthodox Gods absent, no one could do anything to the dark-turned Witches. At the very least, they were safe.

"You should wait a bit before leaving. Your body hasn't fully recovered yet…"

After confirming Loren wasn't a ghost, Veronica felt much more at ease and quickly grabbed hold of him.

Even knowing that Loren had been killed by the Orthodox Gods, her attitude toward him hadn't changed much.

"My body? It's just a bit stiff. I'll be fine once I move around a bit."

Veronica held Loren's hand and shook her head urgently:

"You still have parasites on you that haven't been cleaned out. Something bad could happen…"

"Parasites!"

Hearing that term, Loren also started to panic.

With the Divine War underway, the corruption in this world would only worsen. Who knew what kind of bizarre parasites might have spawned?

"Where are they?"

Veronica pointed at Loren's crotch, and he became even more terrified.

But when he turned to check, he didn't find anything unusual. He looked at Veronica with confusion.

Now Veronica was the one getting flustered. She hurriedly tried to explain to Loren, even going so far as to show him her own:

"Look, this is what normal looks like. There's a strange parasite where yours should be!"

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