"Uh, Golden Contract? Yeah, I do have that."
Hearing Denisha suddenly ask about this, Dorothy froze for a mont, then casually reached into her pocket, rummaged around, and fished out the Whaling Golden Contract from the chanical Wilderness.
Strictly speaking, this wasn’t sothing Artie had given her, but sothing from Hers; however, considering how The Sage of Lies and the Devil King were already so close they might as well be sharing the sa pair of pants, this detail could be safely ignored.
This Whaling Golden Contract was personally crafted by the Devil King. The fact that this thing ended up in her hands, Dorothy was sure it had to be under the guidance of that bad girl Athena. If that woman really hadn’t been involved, the hobody witch absolutely wouldn’t buy it.
In fact, even now, Dorothy still suspected this thing was just another one of Artie’s pranks on her. She kept feeling that once she actually set foot in the chanical Wilderness, there’d definitely be so huge "surprise" waiting for her.
And precisely because of this guess, she’d decided not to rush over. She planned to first build a few warships at ho, then only head in after she was ard to the teeth. That way, even if that bad girl Artie really had so conspiracy up her sleeve, she’d at least be a bit more composed facing it.
Now, hearing her good sister actually bring this up, Dorothy instantly felt that this Golden Contract really did have a problem, huh.
"Sis, help take a look. Is there sothing off about this?"
She directly handed the Whaling Golden Contract in her hand to Denisha.
Miss Shepherdess reached out and took the parchnt scroll, and then her eyes turned golden. They looked quite similar to Sophia’s Eye of Fate, but were even more mysterious and imposing.
This was the true Authority of Fate.
Through this Golden Contract, Denisha saw at a glance the so‑called "past life and present life" of the chanical Wilderness.
This was a world that had once been destroyed, and this was also a world that had nurtured new life in the midst of its destruction.
But that wasn’t important. What mattered was that Miss Shepherdess sensed a familiar Strength in that "destruction."
How could it not be familiar? This was her own apocalypse, her Divine Revelation of the end.
The doomsday that had once destroyed this world was the one she had called down.
And the ti it was called down...
One month ago.
"Tch, knew it, those two tead up to stir trouble again. I was just wondering why the both of them had been so well‑behaved lately."
Denisha was grinding her teeth in her heart.
She now clearly understood the origin of this chanical Wilderness: it was the Chessboard World she’d personally destroyed in front of Dorothy a little over a month ago when she was furious.
Of course, calling it "destroyed" wasn’t exactly accurate, because in the end she’d softened and hadn’t gone through with the kill.
That sort of thing where, just because your little sister won’t listen, you directly smash her most beloved toy as punishnt—she ultimately couldn’t bring herself to do it.
So, back then she’d only made it look like she smashed it; in reality it had only been a smokescreen.
She’d told Dorothy at the ti that this was the best ending for that world.
That sentence was not a lie.
Because under her Authority of Fate’s observation, almost all of that Chessboard World’s futures ended in destruction; but because of Dorothy’s interference, that world had gained a faint sliver of life.
So she used her Authority of Fate to directly lock onto that faint sliver of life and guided that world’s future toward the most perfect ending.
Only, Fate is fair. If you want to gain sothing, naturally you have to pay sothing. To grasp that final thread of life, you must experience enough disasters.
From her perspective, Dorothy’s approach really was a bit naive and arrogant. Dorothy stubbornly sheltered everyone beneath her Wings, turning that Winter Empire into the most delicate bloom in a greenhouse.
And she, on the other hand, flipped that greenhouse over and gifted that flower with a perfectly asured storm.
Yep, that apocalypse was indeed Denisha’s "gift."
After all, a disaster that could push the world into tamorphosis just right, without snuffing out that last bit of life altogether, had a probability so low in pure natural circumstances it was practically negligible.
Only a "god" like her, who wielded the Authority of Fate, could make everything land just right.
The only problem was that because her little sister’s innate Saint’s Destiny had gotten involved, that so‑called "last thread of life" beca sowhat uncontrollable even in Denisha’s eyes.
Sigh. Even though she had completely mastered the Western Universe’s Authority of Fate and was already the true Incarnation of Heavenly Reason, it was still hard for her to fully observe the Fate of a Natural Saint.
At most she could vaguely lock onto that final sliver of life; as for whether that life would ultimately be strong or weak, she couldn’t say for sure.
In any case, she’d done her best.
When it ca down to it, she didn’t actually care what future that Chessboard World had. If not for her inability to steel herself to truly hurt her little sister, crushing that Chessboard World with one hand would’ve been much simpler.
And this softheartedness had almost caused her "Intimidation" to fail in the end.
Sigh, that last sliver of life turned out a bit too strong, honestly.
In Denisha’s original expectations, that final bit of life would take at least a few months, or even a few years, before it erged. But the result...
She hadn’t even finished lecturing her little sister yet; just a few lines of scolding in, and the mont the apocalypse ended, the rebirth had already begun.
This left her no choice but to slap that tamorphosed world away with one palm and then run off herself.
Otherwise, if Dorothy saw what that Chessboard World looked like after the disaster and tamorphosis, that girl would definitely pull even more ridiculous stunts like this in the future.
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