I Became a Witch and Started an Industrial Revolution

As for why she hadn’t surpassed yet—naturally, it was because she hadn’t managed to strike back the lightning. For a demi-goddess like her to “electroshock” a true god wasn’t exactly easy.

“Hmm...?”

Mithia and Aisha raised their heads at the same time. Within the spiritual domain invisible to mortals, a brilliant golden light fell from the distant heavens, transforming into a golden spear that shot straight toward the cathedral.

The red-robed archbishop kneeling on the ground suddenly felt a pang of dread. A sharp pain radiated from his chest, so unbearable that he instinctively reached for the Church emblem over his heart—only to find it shattered without him realizing when it happened.

As though suddenly coming to his senses, he hastily lifted his gaze toward Mithia, who stood above, his eyes filled with desperate plea.

“Why is she always so angry~?”

With a flicker of thought, Mithia conjured a golden-red spear that met the descending golden brilliance head-on, while at the same time, an elemental crystal rapidly formed before the archbishop.

The golden spear falling from the sky was briefly obstructed—it shattered the blocking spear, then stabbed directly into the crystalline barrier.

Compared to the dazzling effects of the two spears, the inconspicuous crystal seemed utterly unmoved by the golden spear’s strike, as if it were blocking nothing more than a toothpick—lightly, effortlessly.

This sight apparently enraged the one behind the attack. More golden spears materialized out of thin air—this time without concealment. In an instant, the entire capital of Serra was illuminated by golden light, bright as day.

It was like a cavalry charge in perfect formation—countless streaks of golden light dove toward the cathedral like falling stars.

And yet, around the cathedral, an equal number of crystalline barriers manifested to intercept them all.

Aisha crossed her arms and gave a mocking chuckle: ‘She’s wasting her effort. Just one of you can keep her busy for quite a while.’

Every witch was Heaven’s favored child—so why, like the rest of the continent’s beings, did they still revere the Goddess of Magic as their highest faith?

They neither knew nor cared how others thought.

For the witches, calling the Goddess of Magic a “faith” was not quite right—they treated her not as a deity to worship humbly, but as an ancestral being to venerate.

Like a mother chasing her child to feed them— the higher a witch’s rank, the stronger her elemental power became. And that strength lay not in the amount, but in the quality.

The stronger the witch, the purer her innate elemental crystals; the more effortlessly she wielded them.

Divine arts were indeed terrifying—but this world ultimately belonged to elemental magic.

Just as Mithia demonstrated now: if she fought with divine power, she could never match her opponent; but once she switched to elemental crystal defense, the opponent couldn’t break through her turtle shell either.

That was the very reason witches could stir storms across the continent, despised by the high ranks of every race yet still doing as they pleased.

She might not win a fight—but it was equally impossible for others to kill her.

She might lose, but her enemies would never win.

Watching the increasingly dazzling gold radiance beneath the sky, Mithia said exasperatedly, “What’s her problem? Can’t she stop picking on me already?”

‘Who told you to keep milking her? That red-robed archbishop down there used to be hers, right?’

Mithia wrinkled her delicate nose. “It’s not like I begged him to be my follower—it just happened by coincidence! I didn’t even want him. And what, it’s just one follower! She’s got issues!”

Aisha gave her a look as if she were watching an unrepentant scoundrel: ‘Do you think archbishops and holy spirits are like cabbages—get one whenever you want? If that were true, she’d have replaced the Goddess of Magic long ago.’

‘Besides, if I recall correctly, your Church of Holy Light originally split off from her faith, didn’t it? Using her people, on her land—and now you’re cursing her?’

Thinking back on it, that… was indeed the case. Mithia’s confidence faltered. “Well, it’s already done. I can’t just take it back. So what now?”

‘What now? Wait for the divine war. She’s probably calmed down by now.’

Aisha glanced at the sky—the countless golden lights stopped falling, slowly retracting and vanishing. Clearly, the Goddess of Light knew this mindless outrage was pointless.

She wanted to kill the traitor, but Mithia could use her believers as beacons to synchronize her own power. Continuing further would be meaningless.

Still, this was not something that would be easily let go.

Mithia didn’t mind. “If she wants to fight, let her. Before that, the Church had better figure out how to cross the strait~”

If nothing else, the lead battleship was nearly ready for its maiden voyage. Unless the Church could bring its forces across the sea right now, their fleet wouldn’t be able to withstand that tens-of-thousands-ton steel behemoth.

Hearing that, Aisha merely shook her head in silence. She now fully understood the Goddess of Light’s frustration.

One-on-one, Mithia couldn’t be killed. In a group fight, she couldn’t be overwhelmed. On top of that, she occasionally poached your followers. This kind of unkillable pest was the perfect hate magnet.

When the farce ended, Mithia had transformed into a divine empress—having taken her followers’ punishment upon herself and shielded them from divine wrath, her prestige soared higher than ever.

Seizing the opportunity, Mithia declared that the next goal of the Alliance was to “look to the stars”—and the first step toward that was the Dream of Silicon Crystals!

That is, the fabrication of diodes and transistors.

Why silicon? Because it was one of the most stable known crystals in terms of internal atomic structure.

Each silicon atom had four valence electrons.

These electrons shared with the four surrounding silicon atoms, interlocking so that each silicon atom effectively controlled eight valence electrons around it.

This formed a stable covalent crystal structure—much like the inert gases, it was the most balanced and stable arrangement.

This structure was extremely strong, so a free electron could not easily pass through it—thus blocking the flow of electricity.

However, by adding impurity elements to intentionally disrupt the structure, one could control its conductivity. For example, if some impurities caused a silicon atom to have nine valence electrons instead of eight,

then once connected to a power source, it would form a conductive loop—electrons would flow through the region of excess valence electrons. This was a semiconductor.

The tube represented the collector, the base acted as a control switch for the current, and the emitter was the outlet. Moreover, the transistor had amplification properties—the emitted current could exceed the input.

How important was the transistor?

If you understood that to replicate its function manually you’d need a potentiometer, a mechanical switch, a copper circuit, and an energy source, then you’d understand its brilliance.

Small in size, simple in structure—requiring no movement, capable of millions of cycles with almost no wear, and highly resistant to vibration and impact.

And since it required an extremely small amount of material to function, in theory, combining pentavalent and trivalent silicon atoms could already create a conductive circuit.

The highly advanced civilization of her previous world had, one could say, been built upon these tiny fragments of silicon.

That was why Mithia called it the “Dream of Silicon Crystals.”

At the same time, a fleet composed of thirteen ten-thousand-ton steel leviathans, ten Zhiyuan-class cruisers, and three supply ships departed from Bonwich Port.

Their mission was not to engage the nations across the sea, but to stop and resupply at two harbors borrowed from the Kingdom of Cabansia through the Seris Alliance—then to sail across the ocean to explore new trade routes.

Toward the multi-nation alliance across the strait, Mithia always remained wary. She could not entrust all her trade interests within their territory—doing so would only invite price manipulation and coercion.

This exploratory trade mission wasn’t without direction.

Their primary destination was the port of Kurva, to establish direct trade relations with the Empire of Mantogore,

and along that route, continue their voyage—to seek other nations beyond.