Otaku Witch-Chapter 787 - 520. The Turbulent Divine Realm

Chapter 787: 520. The Turbulent Divine Realm

In the center of Pandora City, surrounding the Monument of Heroes, stand two rather majestic buildings.

One is a solemn black cathedral, constructed entirely of steel, the headquarters of the Church of Machinery.

The other is a tall and imposing white palace, the administrative center of the Magic Republic.

But at this moment, from the palace privately referred to as the Holy Palace, came the sound of angry outbursts.

“Troublemakers, a bunch of troublemakers, they’re all damn troublemakers.”

However, it must be said that this voice was indeed pleasant to the ear, and even though it was cursing, it did not anger listeners—instead, it made them almost look forward to hearing more.

At least that’s what the guards at the palace entrance thought.

Inside the grand hall of this Holy Palace, a long, rectangular conference table sat in the very center, with high-backed chairs that looked truly soft and comfortable on either side, and the chairs at the head of the table were clearly more ornate, resembling thrones.

The owner of that outburst just now was one of the throne holders, a dark-haired young girl dressed in nun attire, her face veiled.

“So tell me, now that it’s the damn apocalypse, these troublemakers still have the nerve to fight, to demand meat, and to address their physical needs—couldn’t they just beep beep beep, or beep beep beep instead?”

Looking at the public opinion survey reports submitted by her subordinates, Dorothy felt her head was about to explode. Dealing with these trivial issues was even harder than studying Forbidden Curses—what ridiculous demands they were.

On her part, she was combating various calamities of the impending apocalypse, trying her best to ensure everyone could survive, bustling from dawn to dusk, but what about these troublemakers?

She only wished that these common people would be more orderly, just stay alive—that’s all she asked for. She didn’t expect great contributions; just avoiding chaos would suffice. But why was even this simple expectation too much to ask for?

Just look at the highest-voted public opinion polls on the Magic Network—what were they asking for?

“The end times are upon us, and the nation should allocate us girlfriends and boyfriends for more abundant labor, directly manage relationship assignments, to quickly increase the population base…”

“So bored living in this pigeons’ nest, there are no recreational activities. Anyone want to argue with me? I’m up for a fight too…”

“I’m really fed up with blurring through each day, I want meat, or even vegetables are fine…”

“We have the right to choose how we live. Why can’t we leave the city? I want to see the calamity for myself…”

“Why protect only humans? Animals also have the right to survive…”

“Experts have said there’s no such thing as apocalyptic calamities, it’s all lies from those above.”

“We want holidays. Even if it’s the apocalypse, we should have holidays. Not just one day off; we want two days off.”

….

No more, just reading these anti-intellect speeches made Dorothy’s rage surge uncontrollably.

Her fists clenched tight. Seriously tight.

That’s why she didn’t want to be an administrator; it’s so troublesome, exhausting, I also feel like going on strike.

Unfortunately, who made her choose this? She had agreed to this challenge, so no matter how bitter or tiring, she had to swallow her tears and keep up the act.

“Forget it, those who want partners, let them have their matchmaking corner; let them do as they please.”

“Those who want to fight, lock them up and let them experience a less boring life in prison.”

“Those who want to eat meat, go argue with the animal rights activists first, see who wins.”

“As for those spouting doomsday denial, I suspect there are 500,000 of them. Arrest them all, send them to the construction site to move bricks.”

“Vacations? That’s a normal request, but hold on for a bit. The self-regulating machinery will soon be operational, then it will be holidays every day.”

As for now, where’s the foreman? Call out a few times, strengthen the thought construction work, but also improve worker welfare a bit recently; everyone has indeed worked hard.”

….

With her emotions in check, she proceeded to deal with these trivial matters one by one.

After all, the most important thing in the apocalypse is public sentiment. Once the public happiness index falls too low, it’s easy to lose the hearts of the people, and then a single mistake could lead to collapse.

These opinions might seem laughable, but the fact that they garnered so many votes was ultimately a reflection of what some part of the public desired.

Setting aside those comments with ulterior motives, the Homebody Witch was also pondering solutions for the genuinely important issues in need of improvement.

(Has anyone played the Ice Age game? Just asking for laughs.)

On the throne opposite, Denisha also lifted her head from a pile of various documents. She looked at her sister, who was grumbling, and then smiled and shook her head.

Although the last year had been apocalyptic, she herself had lived more happily than in the previous five hundred years combined. The feeling of lifting her head whenever she felt slightly tired to see her sister’s lively and jumpy figure brought her immense joy.

Yes, as long as Dorothy was by her side, the end of the world wasn’t so frightening.

“Alright, alright, meeting adjourned, the rest of you handle it on your own,” she said, waving her hand as if to dispel the remaining trivial annoyances.

After a while, having dealt with the last of her paperwork, Dorothy sighed in relief and made a dismissing gesture, thus speaking.

Thus, the officials seated along both sides of the long table stood up, bowed neatly, and then left the grand hall one after another.

However, Dorothy and Denisha remained in their thrones, for they were expecting a second meeting.

The previous meeting had mainly been about the administrative management of the Magic Republic, and the next one would belong to the witches.