Otaku Witch

But on the outskirts of the City of Sin, vast slums were the norm.

After all, wicked people also reproduce, and perhaps your ancestors were great villains, but the children of great villains might not be so evil. However, in the City of Sin, if you weren't ruthless, you couldn't stand your ground. Therefore, these descendants of evil people were pushed to the edges by the new wicked ones, as their hearts weren't ruthless enough to fit in this city.

Similarly, the label of being descendants of evil people ensured that they had nowhere to go in the outside world, so they could only struggle near the City of Sin.

Yes, really struggle. Many who were not evil enough, not great villains, and lacked the means to live in the Central City District, relied on oppressing these people for their sustenance.

In these civilian districts, gangs dominated, cults proliferated, and most of the world's misfortune and ugliness could be seen here.

However, if you looked at this place through the eyes of an emerging religious entrepreneur, it was simply the most suitable breeding ground.

After all, the suffering masses here indeed desperately needed salvation.

"So, Dorothy, what kind of religion do you want to create? If it's just like the Glory Sect, it's actually quite simple. As long as we try, cleaning up these places in a day or two isn't a difficult task,"

Denisha said calmly, uttering such terrifying words.

Indeed, with Dorothy's and her current strength, taking on the Church of Glory was certainly out of their league, even more so the great villains of the Central City District, but to dominate this peripheral urban area was effortless.

As long as they could sweep through and straighten out these chaotic lands, then harvesting the faith of these tormented and suffering people wouldn't be too difficult.

Just offering a bit of elusive faith was enough for a stable life, and most people in the slums would not refuse such a good deal.

"No, Denisha, neither you nor I can take action; we must let them save themselves, otherwise how can this be considered defeating fate?"

"There are too few gods and saviors in this world, and most people can only rely on themselves."

Dorothy shook her head and said so.

"Are you serious? You expect a bunch of mortals, who can't even secure food and clothing, to overthrow the Transcendents?"

Denisha couldn't help it; she widened her eyes at her sister, thinking she was being somewhat delusional.

If such a rabble had the capability, why would they be oppressed to this extent?

Only under the leadership of a strong person, by submitting to the will of the powerful, could they be of any use at all; otherwise, they were utterly useless.

"I am indeed serious. A candle's flame might be small, but it can still start a massive fire. These people are currently a rabble, but if someone can ignite the flame in their hearts, then not to say they would be omnipotent, but being somewhat useful is certainly enough."

"And my faith just happens to be the fire they lack."

The Homebody Witch leaned on her Flying Bird Staff as she looked up at the filthy, chaotic slum, flames blazing in her dark eyes.

The flames were so intense that even Denisha was momentarily dazzled by them.

"Then I will wait and see."

Miss Shepherdess nodded her head, not saying anything more.

She wasn't going to be easily persuaded, just as she said, she would keep watching what her younger sister could come up with.

....The Divine King awaits...