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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 2160

Chapter 2160 Severn Valley

Older Brother Jayad’s physique shocked them. Even the Sh, who dared to worship Azathoth, could hardly imagine one person possessing so many different divine powers without going mad. However, Shaien knew about the existence of Chosen Ones of multiple gods. They were a very ancient race, preserving much data from ancient times. Yet, even in those records, there was no mention of anyone becoming a Chosen One of so
many different pantheons.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to update our records today. You were truly hiding your strength when you last visited,” the Queen of the Insects said with a smile. However, Older Brother Jayad wasn’t this exaggerated last time; it wasn’t deliberate concealment.

After selecting all the Shien who would accompany them to the real world, the Queen of the Insects did not immediately awaken them. Instead, she invited them to visit the temple of the Shien. “We will avoid the Father’s influence through our parasitism. This has never been tried before, and it’s only theoretically feasible. You two can try visiting the Father’s temple first. If witnessing the divine statue has no effect, then this method is viable,” the Queen of the Insects stated.

Her words made sense and were very sincere, so they agreed. However, visiting the temple of this leader of the Outer Gods made me a bit nervous. “Well, where is your temple?” I asked. “In England, near Gorsy Wood in the Severn Valley,” the Queen of the Insects told me directly in my mind. “Huh?” I was stunned. I had originally thought she would say it was here in Robin Town, but I never expected her to say it was in the real world, and in Britain of all places.

“After arriving on Earth, our race split into two groups. One hid in the Dream World, and the other remained in the real world. The largest gathering area of the group that stayed in the real world is in the Severn Valley,” the Queen of the Insects explained. The largest gathering area of an otherworldly race in the real world is usually a top secret, never easily revealed to outsiders. The Queen of the Insects telling me this seemed to indicate she had finally opened up to me.

“But, it’s so far away, how will we get there? My coordinates in the Dream World are in the Balearic Islands,” I asked doubtfully. Generally, according to the rules of the Dream World, one awakens where they entered the dream. My body was still in the cruise ship’s room. “No problem. We have a portal that leads directly to the temple. I can also use spells to create a spiritual body for you two, so you can go directly to the real world and then return through the Dream World,” the Queen of the Insects outlined their Method.

“Okay, it’s worth a try,” I agreed. It was a rare opportunity to see where the Shien lived and to prepare in advance to resist Azathoth’s influence. This step was quite crucial. The Queen of the Insects guided Older Brother Jayad and me to the deepest part of their territory, where there was a dreamlike portal. To show there was no problem, the two Shien leading us walked into the portal first, and we followed.

Instantly, the world spun. I had a clear sensation of stepping from a dream into reality, like waking up after a long dream. Before me was a peaceful river with beautiful scenery on both sides, lined with dense, yellowish forests. Several small boats were slowly sailing on the river, and beside it were picturesque English houses. By the river, I could even see women in Welsh-style folk dresses washing clothes. Their red hair and the freckles on their faces seemed to be Celtic features.

“Are we in Wales?” I inquired. The Shien leading the way nodded: “Humans do indeed call this land that.” “How dare you build your settlement near human villages,” I remarked. Although many otherworldly beings now live alongside humans, the appearance of the Shien is clearly not acceptable to normal human aesthetics. “There were no humans here when we settled. Humans only gradually built villages nearby later. However, our Main Nest is well hidden, and normal people cannot discover it,” the Shien said.

However, I suspected that to spare our feelings, they omitted some details. For example, among the pedestrians by the road, I spotted a person parasitized by a Shien. It was an old man wearing overalls and a coat, with a cap on his head, holding a Double-barreled Shotgun. He looked like a Hunter. When he saw us approaching, he showed a surprised expression and waved hello. The Shien leading us nodded in acknowledgment. This old man was likely on guard duty, watching for anyone who might pose a threat to the Shien.

We continued forward. Houses and water wheels were sparsely scattered along the river, and villagers passed by. But I noticed that quite a few were Shien half-bloods in human form, and some were Shien hosts. I estimated that the remaining humans were locals who already knew about the existence of the Shien and had likely become their servants, worshipping them.

The Shien led us into a river valley. At the entrance, we were stopped by several people holding shotguns. They were all Shien half-bloods. At this moment, the Queen of the Insects in my mind sent out a peculiar mental fluctuation. After receiving it, the Shien half-bloods’ expressions changed drastically, and they immediately became respectful. One of them turned and ran into the valley. This was likely the Shien’s unique internal communication Method. I heard that many insect races had the Ability to communicate through mental links.

“Please wait a moment. Someone will come out to greet us soon,” the Queen of the Insects said. Indeed, a group of people soon emerged from the valley, hurrying out. This group consisted entirely of Shien, and three of the women had magical power fluctuations as strong as the Queen of the Insects. One of them seemed even stronger than the Queen of the Insects.

Coming forward, the leading woman looked at the Queen of the Insects and said, “I didn’t expect you to come out of the Dream World. We haven’t seen each other for hundreds of years, have we?” “This matter is of great importance. I have found a crucial Clue,” the Queen of the Insects replied, and then they stopped speaking, communicating entirely through their minds. During this time, the Shien opposite suddenly became agitated and looked at us. Clearly, they were somewhat displeased with the Queen of the Insects bringing outsiders to the Main Nest. Then, their mental communication became very intense in frequency and amplitude, as if they were arguing.

Finally, after a round of intense mental communication, I didn’t know what they said, but the Shien opposite reluctantly parted, seeming to have finally reached a consensus. “What did you say to them? They won’t harm me, will they?” I asked.

PS: Writing while having a fever and dizziness. The Efficiency feels slower than a snail crawling.


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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