Otaku Witch

Conversely, low-rank angels are a waste, no matter how plentiful the resources, because of their low cost-effectiveness—so it's better to provide them with just the minimum resources and save the rest for the high-rank angels with promising futures.

Thus, for heaven, low-rank angels are nothing more than consumables.

Their born duty is to amass as many resources as possible to sustain those high-rank angels.

Although this talent-based system is somewhat cruel, it must be said that it is indeed effective; heaven has thrived for billions of years under this meritocracy.

As the highest rank within the three grades and nine ranks hierarchy, the talent represented by Seraphs goes without saying.

In simple terms, a Seraph is equivalent to the future King of Angels; only those new-born angels who have the potential to become the King are granted the rank of Seraph.

Although nobody can guarantee that every Seraph will indeed grow up to be the King of Angels, at the very least, becoming an Archangel shouldn't be a problem.

However....

"Oh, you startled me—so that's what a Seraph is like. I have to say, it's somewhat disappointing, nowhere near as impressive as I had imagined."

Dorothy took over control of her body from the Fairy King, and once the initial shock had passed, she sighed with such sentiment.

The homebody witch took another good look at this Michael.

There's no denying, the appearance is quite impressive, really daunting.

Since angels might be asexual, it's not easy to determine whether Michael is male or female, but judging by the style of clothing, which leans towards the feminine, let's tentatively call her a 'she.'

In Dorothy's eyes, her appearance is only slightly inferior to her own apprentice, Audrey, and she too has crossed the threshold into the realm of stunning beauty—even if somewhat androgynous, she's still a rare beauty.

Golden hair, six wings, dignified and majestic—she perfectly fits the common fantasy of an angel.

However, if Dorothy didn't know that this was a Seraph, she might have indeed been astonished, but thinking of her as the future King of Angels, naturally, the homebody witch couldn't help but compare her to senior Fanny, who is also a future ruler.

Emmm....

You see, the thing people dread most is comparison. Previously, Dorothy thought this Michael was quite a challenge, but now after comparing her with senior Fanny, she suddenly felt Michael wasn't all that special, even a bit inferior.

The homebody witch didn't hide her thoughts at all, so Michael on the other side sensitively detected the scorn in the Witch Inquisitor's eyes as soon as she introduced herself.

The key point was that this wasn't a bluff—it was genuine contempt from the heart.

Michael: "???"

Miss Seraph was immediately full of question marks, truly struggling to understand the thought process of His Excellency the Clown Grand Inquisitor.

But no matter how incomprehensible, this did not stop her from feeling genuinely angered.

After all, her identity as a Seraph had always been the glory she was most proud of and now, this arrogant witch was sullying her honor.

She took note of this grudge.

"Fine then, Little Angel, don't say I'm picking on you, our so-called guests. You name it, I'm game for anything you want to experience," Dorothy said, suddenly feeling her previous worries and tension were a bit tasteless.

Michael: "....."

Miss Seraph was uncertain again about what this Witch Inquisitor was all about.

Originally, she thought that the witches were just putting on a brave front, and that this inquisitor was just a clown like the mask she wore. But now, even though the situation was difficult, why was this clown still so confident?

Could it be that she wasn't afraid of losing face?

Originally, Michael did not intend to create an irreconcilable conflict, as they had come to the Witch World with a mission—it would be inconvenient to carry out their tasks if things got too tense with the witches.

She had stood up merely to mildly warn these inquisitors from the Judgment Court not to push things too far; after all, angels are not to be trifled with.

And in her expectations, as long as the Grand Inquisitor wasn't an idiot, he should back down appropriately, at which time she would also give him a way out in a friendly manner, and then it would be good for you, good for me, and everyone would be happy in the end.

But now, did this Clown Grand Inquisitor really want to get serious? On what basis was she so confident?

Miss Seraph couldn't understand at all.

Hmph, forget it, if she couldn't figure it out, then she wouldn't think about it. Since this Clown really was asking for it, then she shouldn't blame her for not being merciful when it was time for humiliation.

"Since Your Excellency is so confident, then how about appreciating a trivial little game amongst us weak Angels?"

Michael thought for a moment, then she touched her wings, and plucked a feather from the pure white wings behind her, which transformed into a chessboard-like object as soon as it left her body.

Holding the chessboard in her hands, Miss Seraph began to explain to the Grand Inquisitor across from her, whose eyes finally showed a bit of curiosity.

"This is a popular game in heaven, known as War Chess."

"The special aspect of this game is that the pieces are no longer props but real people; it's actually a simulation of war, where both players are the commanders of two armies....."

Michael started going on and on, explaining the rules of this so-called War Chess,

Dorothy listened more carefully this time, but as she listened, her expression gradually became more and more peculiar.

"Ah, this sounds a bit like the strategy games from my past life, but with even more complicated rules."

Simply put, this so-called War Chess game involves both players each dispatching a number of subordinates along with their own Servant Army to fight on the chessboard.

These subordinates are naturally the heroes, the Servant Army the so-called minor troop types, and there are special buildings, resources, etc., already on the chessboard, which the players must compete for.

And in the end, the side that successfully captures all resources will win the game.

The only difference is that in the past life, as a player, you manipulated rigid programs on the computer, while in this War Chess game, everything is real people, so naturally, there are more factors to consider.

Like army morale, whether heroes cooperate seamlessly, the difference in strength between the enemy and us, and even the gap in the players' abilities.

After all, there is no mechanism for balancing power here; the power of the forces in reality is the same when they enter the game.

If you have more power than others, then operate more.

But truth be told, Dorothy was actually not very good at these kinds of strategic games involving troop movements from her past life.

Generally speaking, the key to winning these games lies more in operations, and what she personally hates most is any kind of operation.

Therefore, compared to these ancient and complex early strategy games, she preferred those later games where players could control the heroes themselves, which were relatively brainless MOBA games, such as League of Legends, DOTA, and the like.

Add to that the fact that whenever she thought of these strategy games, Dorothy couldn't help but recall "World of Warships," remembering the humiliation of her own Dream Fleet being playfully operated to death by someone else's regular fleet.

Hehe, strategy games? A dog wouldn't play them. A real Witch prefers a more direct, fist-to-flesh duel, right?

Yet now, this Little Angel comes with a strategy game she hates the most and expects her to play it?

I think you're deliberately making things difficult for me, Dorothy.

Dangerous light twinkled in the homebody witch's eyes.

"What do you say, His Excellency the Clown, care to try a round of War Chess?"

On the other side, after finishing the explanation of the rules, Michael issued a challenge.

The Seraph Witch was very confident, because her Divinity was war.

"Alright then, bring it on."

After thinking it over, Dorothy eventually nodded her head.

...Danger lurked in the homebody witch's eyes.....