Regarded as a God?

Seeing this message, Lan Qingyou felt completely unsettled.

Well, look at that. It turns out I actually have a subordinate who is a true titled witch recognized by the world consciousness?

Although it seemed like quite a few people had World Titles, making them appear not particularly valuable.

But the only reason it felt like there were many was because she had reached a certain level where the people she interacted with were all of that caliber.

If one looked at the entire Kalim continent, they would realize that World Titles were by no means mass-produced.

In fact, they were far rarer than the proportion of evolved beings within the entire transmigrator population.

So, having a World Title was actually a very impressive feat.

It was just that Ursula's title...

Witch of the Tower: “Why the 'Fresh Blood' prefix? Is it because her combat style is too bloody?”

Witch of Knowledge: “Of course not. Didn't I say before that if one of the three were to win, it would definitely be Ursula? That's because Ursula's combat ability is the strongest, whether it's physical, magical, or her Magic Eye.”

Witch of Knowledge: “In that case, fresh blood and the battlefield... it's a perfect fit, isn't it?”

Witch of the Tower: “It fits. It certainly fits. So you're saying Ursula is an all-around talent?”

A researcher who could cultivate fast-growing edible mushrooms while also being a warrior proficient in both magic and martial arts.

No matter how you looked at it, that was a set of abilities that could only be described as a 'polymath.'

Or perhaps calling her a 'hexagon warrior' would work too?

Witch of Knowledge: “You could say that, but in reality, Ursula's heart is very fragile. The reason she has such an extreme combat style is also related to the environment she grew up in.”

Witch of the Tower: “Oh? You know about that too?”

Witch of Knowledge: “I do. We talked about it once during a night walk.”

Witch of the Tower: “As expected of the confidante of the Tea Party's upper echelon. You can talk to anyone.”

Witch of Knowledge: “I am younger than Ursula.”

Witch of the Tower: “Alright, let's not talk about that. Let's get back to the fragile-hearted Ursula.”

Although they were all ageless now, it didn't mean their actual age simply vanished.

Some witches, even after their appearance was basically locked upon becoming a witch, still cared about their age.

So, as soon as that topic came up, Lan Qingyou immediately slammed on the brakes and jerked the steering wheel to veer the conversation back.

Witch of Knowledge: “Speaking of Ursula, we have to mention the veil on her face.”

At this point, Diana told Lan Qingyou everything she knew about Ursula.

As it turned out, there was a large birthmark on Ursula's face.

It was specifically to hide this birthmark that Ursula always wore a veil.

Ursula had been born into a family with a strong religious atmosphere.

But because of that large birthmark, she had been loathed by her parents and siblings since childhood.

Growing up in such an environment of emotional abuse, she had simultaneously developed a deep sense of self-loathing.

When she turned eighteen, her parents kicked her out of the house on the grounds that she was an adult.

Driven to a dead end, she began trying to work to support herself.

But as someone who had never worked a day in her life, how could she possibly succeed at it on her first try?

Thus, Ursula fell into a constant cycle of finding a job, failing at it, being fired, finding another job, failing again, and being fired once more.

After two or three times, Ursula, feeling like she couldn't do anything right, thought about ending her life.

But every single time, she would mysteriously fail in her attempt.

So she gave up on the idea of ending her life and began to try, in the truest sense, to work seriously.

Because of her self-loathing, she usually chose jobs that involved wearing hats or helmets, or even jobs where she didn't have to interact with people much at all.

This was why, even after being transported to the Kalim continent, she used a black veil to cover her face.

It wasn't to create an air of mystery.

It was the product of a double buff: low self-esteem plus self-loathing.

However!

Witch of the Tower: “However?”

Witch of Knowledge: “However, she was chosen during a world channel acquisition of goods, becoming one of the random lucky winners. She received the 【Potion: Witch】 and became a witch.”

Witch of Knowledge: “And because of this, Ursula came to believe that the reason she hadn't been able to end her life was so that she could one day meet her god in this demon realm full of hidden dangers.”

Witch of Knowledge: “So, Ursula views the person who sent that potion as a god-like existence.”

...

Diana's three consecutive messages left Lan Qingyou completely silent.

Sitting where she was, she stared at the card in her hand. It took a long moment before she snapped out of it and confirmed that the other woman was talking about her.

So Ursula actually had such a history behind her...

Well...

Although her own role in that history seemed a bit large, viewing her as a 'god-like' existence was a bit of an exaggeration, wasn't it?

Lan Qingyou felt a bit itchy all over.

She had met people who saw her as a savior, a sucker, a companion, or a clan leader.

But she had never met anyone who saw her as a 'god.'

Did this have something to do with the religious atmosphere of the other woman's family?

Thinking of this, Lan Qingyou turned her head to look at Vivian, who was currently being pressured into drinking by Ingrid.

That girl seemed to have mentioned something similar before, hadn't she?

She didn't expect the boomerang to actually hit her a few months later.

“High Priestess, do the vampires under you still view you as a god?”

Lan Qingyou asked faintly while clutching her card, her gaze drifting toward the group of vampire clan leaders in the distance.

“What's with you, asking a question like that all of a sudden?”

Vivian was taken aback. she hadn't expected Lan Qingyou to ask a question that was so completely out of sync with the current atmosphere.

“Nothing, just asking.”

Lan Qingyou felt like she was going crazy herself, actually asking such a mindless question.

It seemed her path dependency was too strong; she wanted to look to her all-powerful group members for a solution to everything.

“Actually, it's quite normal. Look at this spectator stand; the vast majority are the creators of an entire race;”

“If we were to use some literary flourishes to describe it, we are undoubtedly the creator gods of these races;”

“This isn't an exaggeration, nor is it some edgy delusion. It's simply stating a fact.”

Picking up a braised chicken leg, Vivian waved it in front of Lan Qingyou before turning around and shoving it hard into the mouth of that annoying girl, Ingrid.

That made sense.

By all accounts of reason and logic, those words were indeed correct.

So, the never-pretentious Lan Qingyou scratched her head and simply threw the matter to the back of her mind. Now that things were like this, whether she was a god or not didn't really matter.

It wouldn't affect her anyway. If others wanted to believe it, let them.

Just then, a blue notification box lit up before Lan Qingyou’s eyes.