Otaku Witch

Flying was not an unfamiliar experience for Dorothy, but flying on her own wings was indeed a first in her life.

She had been somewhat worried that she might mess up since she had never used wings before, but once she actually tried it, she realized there was no need to worry about those issues at all. For the Dragon Witch, knowing how to fly with dragon wings was instinctual, just like one does not need to learn how to control their hands.

As long as the idea of how she wanted to fly formed in her mind, she could leave the rest to her instincts, and the dragon wings on her back would automatically adjust their posture, making everything fluid and natural.

This sense of freedom in flight was incomparable to her previous experiences flying on a broom, it was a joy unique to winged species.

"I didn't expect my newly awakened specialty to be dragon wings, that's pretty lucky," Dorothy thought happily to herself, as she felt the exhilaration of slicing through the skies, the high-speed air currents buffeting against her body, and her long hair wildly fluttering behind her.

Every race has its core talents, like the Ring of Faith for angels or the Demon Contract for demons. These core talents represent the fundamental abilities of supernatural races, with other abilities being built around them or simply being derivatives of the core talent.

The witches discovered that when choosing to evolve, developing the core talent of their template race first often made the subsequent journey much more effective.

Dragon's Breath is the core talent of the Great Dragon, and most of the dragon's strength is derived from it. Having inherited this talent, Dorothy could have stopped actively evolving, but as long as she breathed, the talent would continue to slowly drive her body to undergo dragonization.

Even though she had never actively used Dragon's Breath because of past misunderstandings, the passive effect brought by this talent was something she couldn't shield herself from. Without having spent any magic power on it, the sheer maturation process had granted her a "free ride" acquired specialty.

The asterisk on the specialty page of her Identity Card dissipated, revealing the previously concealed text.

[Dragon's Remnant Body (ssr): Your breath continually transforms your body, making you robust. Even if there is still a distance from a complete dragon body, the dragon's genes have taken root within you, and your all attributes will be adjusted based on the degree of dragonization.]

[Currently activated dragonization: Dragon's Scales, Dragon's Claws and Teeth, Dragon Wings]

This specialty was the source of Dorothy's extraordinary strength, and it's no wonder she had previously been able to easily suppress Alice, a talented Armed Witch, with one hand. As the embodiment of absolute violence within the Calamity Race, even an incomplete dragon's power was not something other races could easily contend with.

Dragon's Scales Armor was the layer of ethereal dragon scales she had shown before, providing all-around, angle-free protection. The strength of the dragon scales' defensive power needs no further explanation.

Even if Dorothy's scales could only be considered Juvenile Dragon scales at most, they were more than enough for her to dominate the pond, provided she wasn't foolish enough to provoke an entity above a Great Witch.

Dragon's Claws and Teeth greatly enhanced her strength, and those innate claws and teeth were the perfect weapons, growing in strength in tandem with her own growth. The natural ability of Dragon's Claws and Teeth to disrupt magic was particularly effective against various spell shields.

And now, the Dragon Wings she had just awakened, a magnificent pair of dragon wings that spanned about six meters, symbolized the flight capabilities of the Great Dragon. Given the dragon's massive size and terrifying weight, it was naturally impossible for them to fly like birds with a few casual flaps of wings, as that would defy aerodynamic principles.

Yet, dragons could indeed fly, all thanks to the power of these wings.

The newly formed dragon wings provided Dorothy with a conceptual nature of magical flight, ignoring physical laws. Merely spreading and symbolically flapping their wings granted natural flight, with total freedom in direction and movement. Even without professional flight training, Dorothy was now ready to apply for a job as an aerial acrobatics performer.

Of course, the dragon wings brought Dorothy more than just this fully developed flying ability. There were other hidden benefits as well.

For example, the all attributes increase that came with a higher degree of dragonization considerably relieved the high load her brain previously felt in processing various pieces of information from the battlefield, making the world appear much clearer in Dorothy's eyes.

The robust dragon wings were also a combat weapon for the dragons—their sharp Wing Slash was a natural pair of swords, and even if they weren't used as weapons, the immense dragon wings also served as excellent shields, capable of blocking various normally fatal damages and so on.

Besides, this dragon form was just a derivative ability of Dragon's Breath, which was not just for growth but also a formidable combat talent.

Breath~e~

The Dorothy who soared freely across the sky maintained the rhythm of the Dragon's Breath, and at this moment she was experiencing an unprecedented sense of power.

With every breath, a terrifying amount of magic power was devoured into her body, and the breathing of Great Dragons was not merely a simple respiratory cycle like humans; it involved the whole body. Have you ever felt your bones, muscles, and blood vessels breathing?

Thus, the potent magic power was transported to every corner of her body with each breath, leaving no detail untouched, and even the scattered bits of strength normally unused or unknown how to harness were integrated by this rhythm.

Strength spread throughout the body, unifying the scattered into a cohesive whole.

This reminded Dorothy of the Chinese Martial Arts novels she had read in her past life, by those standards, she could now be considered a master of internal strength.

Not a feather could be added, nor could a fly land.

The feeling that the entire body was suffused with strength was exhilarating, tempting one to roar out loud, but Dorothy restrained herself. Her will effortlessly controlled her newly upgraded body, quenching that instinctual urge.

Meaningless excitement was of no help in the upcoming fight; what she needed now was to maintain a calm and undisturbed combat mindset.

Her high sensitivity and perception spread at full capacity, turning all information in the Arena into various data streams entering her brain, being rapidly processed. Numerous battle strategies were quickly formulated, reviewed, discarded, and then confirmed.

These had already become instincts honed through countless fights in the Magic Web Duel, and at this moment, Dorothy found her own rhythm. Once she got into this rhythm, a confidence based on a pre-established rule of victory emerged within her, bringing even more tranquility to her heart.

Her inner vision transformed into a mirror-like lake. Her will stood above this lake, calmly watching as countless data, like raindrops, fell upon the surface, rippling outward in circles.

Only with a mind calm as still water can one see as clearly as in a mirror.

Hmm, I'm really riding the dragon facing a strong opponent this time.

And while all that seemed to take a long while, the commentary was a Time Stop; in reality, all this happened in but an instant.

On the other side of the Arena, a radiant and holy figure also quietly emerged.

That was Sophia.

And when the image of the holy archangel with six wings on her back and a golden Halo above her head, dressed in golden Battle Armor, came into Dorothy's view, the calm lake in her heart rippled intensely in an instant, the overload of information nearly shattering her peaceful state.

Sss, such a formidable Angel, just appearing with such an aura?

Dorothy couldn't help but take a sharp breath.

Can't let her get the upper hand; I have to strike first.

The Trashy Witch thought to herself.

So, just as the countdown to the start of the battle in the sky hit zero, the figure with Dragon's Wings on her back moved. In an instant, she vanished, leaving behind only the resounding, strange Dragon Roar that echoed throughout the arena.

That was the language of dragons—dragon language.