I Became a Witch and Started an Industrial Revolution

“Alright! That’s enough, settle down. Stop making such a racket and fighting like when you were kids. If the juniors see you like this, they’ll probably cry, right, Xiao Fu? And you’re still recording?”

‘Hehehe…’

The witch wrapped in a black robe moved slightly, clearly trying to hide something.

The dwarf loli witches around reacted swiftly and pounced over, precisely grabbing her wrist through the black robe. Amid startled cries, the two of them tumbled together onto the soft grass.

The black robe was lifted by the external force, revealing大片大片白皙粉嫩的肌肤 hidden beneath the robe.

The girl with goat horns on her head wore a hollowed-out, tight leather outfit. At her lower abdomen, a faint peach-pink magic pattern flickered, releasing an invisible force field that left the dwarf witch in her arms completely powerless.

Funika wrapped the witch in her arms with both hands and legs, rubbing her cheek against the other while chuckling and saying, “Sister, you smell so good~”

The women who had originally been about to step forward froze stiff on the spot as if struck by a binding spell the moment they heard that sentence, not daring to approach.

And Annabelle, who had ‘delivered herself to the door,’ soon felt a tail drilling and wandering beneath her skirt, simultaneously in both the real world and the spiritual realm.

Seeing the faint moisture at the corner of the other party’s slightly parted red lips, her little face instantly turned bright red as she screamed at the top of her lungs, “Help! Help me!!!”

“Help! Help me, help me!”

Looking at the dwarf witch lying limp on the ground under the domain’s influence, Miranda sighed. She walked over and grabbed the mischievous peach-heart-shaped tail from under the skirt. “Let go!”

Funika twisted her delicate body slightly: ‘Mmm-mmm, I won’t!’

Seeing her refuse to cooperate, Miranda bent down and reached out, grabbing the prominent swell on the other’s chest. “Let go! Or I’ll crush your lucky bags.”

Funika: “……Tch, you manly woman are really vicious.”

As she loosened her strength, Miranda lifted Annabelle out by the back of her neck.

As the two separated and the contact space was解除,

A faint ‘pop’ echoed from the void, and Annabelle let out a soft moan.

Then the unlucky loli buried her head into Miranda’s chest without making a sound. She had truly been frightened badly, even soaking her diaper.

Funika’s innate ability 【Soul Synchronization】 did not belong to an attack. Whether subjectively or passively, the target could not trigger any bodily defensive mechanisms.

It had no damage capability. It merely dragged the opponent into her own spiritual world to engage in a pleasure game with multiplied senses, until the opponent lost all resistance before she ended it.

In other words, while others competed over who was stronger, facing Funika meant competing over who was more perverse. In one-on-one situations, she could be called a female killer.

Especially for the witch race, those good children who had carried high-powered lethal weapons since childhood—fighting was something they were very familiar with, but when it came to fancy tricks, they were truly hard-countered.

Looking disdainfully at Funika, who was still lying sprawled on the ground, no one could possibly associate this 모습 with the Death Goddess’s daughter outside the world, the one who wore a goat skull mask and delighted in flaying others’ bones alive to turn them into servants.

Miranda lightly kicked her. “Put your clothes on properly!”

‘Hehe, hehehe…’

Funika giggled foolishly a couple of times. The skin exposed to the air was rapidly wrapped and concealed by jade-white bones, forming a jade-like set of women’s armor at extreme speed.

The Queen frowned at this sight. “Funika, stop studying things related to the dead. It easily affects the mind.”

Standing up, Funika stretched lazily and said in a languid tone: ‘I haven’t touched any dead people. These bones were all pulled out while they were still alive—fresh and full of vitality.’

As if understanding her meaning, one face after another surfaced on the armor—each with a different appearance, mouths wide open in silent screams, expressions filled with pain and pleading.

‘Those steeped in sin—meet me and enter hell.’

The Queen shook her head at the sight and brought the topic back. “Which junior is being watched? What exactly is the situation?”

The dragon-race witch who had been watching the show uploaded a more detailed compilation of information and replied:

‘At first, it was a little one training outside. Later, it was my junior, Aisha. Her ideas were very interesting, so our dragon race has been paying attention to her. Initially, we thought she was just building sandcastles and making losing deals. Now, it seems not bad.’

‘Her ideas are very close to ours… no, rather, they feel like ideas refined through practice, more reasonable. And the power used by her citizens is also very novel.’

After organizing her thoughts, she continued, “If other races are awakening their ancestors, or are simply ancestors reincarnated, representing the past, then she feels more like she represents a kind of future~”

“Starting from the mayfly masses at the bottom, novel weapons and technological machines completely different from rune arts—representing the power of reform, is that it?”

‘Mm!’

“The uncertainty of reform is hard for me to evaluate, but divine authority and faith…”

The Queen shook her head.

“From the records, this child seems to have forgotten why driving out the Church and changing the people’s faith was so smooth in the first place.”

“The greatest flaw of the human race lies precisely here. Deep down, they do not truly believe in gods. Since it has happened once, it will happen a second time.”

‘I don’t necessarily think so.’

Miranda, holding the dwarf witch and comforting her, expressed a different view to the Queen:

‘She did not demand that the people believe in her. It was the people who chose to believe in her!’

‘From her original foundation to its current scale, every step forward was an evolution. This kind of evolution is irreversible. Those who have seen a lion will never fall in love with jackals again.’

‘The divine fire ignited under such recognition—destroying her foundation is far more difficult than for other faith gods, and may even be impossible to destroy at this point.’

‘Unless, during her absence, another successor completes an even more brilliant expansion and offsets her prestige, otherwise, with every step backward, the people will remember her and begin to long for her era.’

‘So I think that if one day there is no longer any racial faith in her in this world, then she will probably be the last faith god to be forgotten.’

The Queen raised an eyebrow. “You rate her that highly?”

Miranda shook her head. ‘Not her specifically. I rate everyone who does the same thing this way. The number of citizen races under her command encompasses the vast majority of this world.’

‘No one can guarantee that their own kin will definitely treat them well. In fact, most of the time, those who harm you are precisely your own people. At the very least, she has achieved not harming you.’

‘If the continent must be unified, and there must be a king, then I think no one is more suitable than her.’

The Queen nodded and swept her gaze around. “Then it’s settled. We’ll choose her.”

‘Mm!’

‘Let it be her.’

‘I think she’s quite good as well.’

The women all nodded in agreement.

Miranda: ‘Ah?!’

Miranda was somewhat surprised by the sudden leap in the topic, but the others instead looked as though it was only natural.

The Queen smiled. “There’s one thing you said that’s very right. At the very least, she won’t harm others because of racial differences. If possible, everyone would be willing to live in such an environment.”

“Just like us now—why are we hiding and avoiding? Because we cannot trust the promise of any single race. We are born different from them. We do not fear competition; we only fear injustice.”

“Now, an opportunity lies before us. I think we can gamble once!”