Otaku Witch

```

The focus returned to Dorothy.

After a night without conversation, Dorothy struggled to rise from her bed in the morning.

If it had been her previous life, she would probably choose to stay in bed until noon, but in this new life, hard-earned through reincarnation, she didn't want to waste her time like that anymore.

Thus, in this life, she consciously adjusted her daily routine to develop healthy living habits.

She wasn't the type with ironclad self-discipline, so she needed habits to keep herself in check, using the force of inertia to continuously push herself forward.

Once such habits were established, they naturally propelled a person to stick to them, driven by the momentum of past routines.

This was a pretty effective method of self-control, with the only downside being the immense difficulty in picking up the habits again once they were broken. (This is true, don't ask me how I know it, because someone as lazy as me was actually a regular attendee four years ago, how sad!)

Of course, this fragile approach only worked temporarily and was hardly a lifelong solution. Fortunately, Dorothy soon found a way to fight against her terminally lazy nature.

We need to use laziness to fight laziness.

Why do people love to linger in bed, for example?

Obviously, because it's comfortable there, super warm under the covers, and the clothes in the wardrobe are cold to the touch. Putting on clothes is such a hassle, and so is washing up after getting out of bed...

In summary, who likes hassle? Naturally, all these troublesome tasks are procrastinated until the very last moment.

But upon closer examination, this is just procrastination. After all, in the end, you still have to go through all those tedious tasks, which is essentially lazy to no avail.

So, what should a true lazy person do?

Of course, find a way to make these bothersome tasks less troublesome.

If someone could iron my clothes, help me dress, do my washing up, and allow me to just open my mouth to eat and extend my hand to be clothed, then I wouldn't indulge in lying in bed anymore.

That's what Dorothy thought.

But even a real mother probably wouldn't have the patience to nurture such a sloth. Anyone willing to serve you to that extent must be a nanny craving your money, and the salary for such a dedicated nanny...

Forget it, poor people don't deserve it...

So, skip humans, but magic exists for the things people can't do, right? Magic power is almighty.

Therefore, while still driven by her habitual discipline, Dorothy began to study magic arduously, pondering with all her might how to use magic to streamline every cumbersome aspect of her life.

Naturally, this process was fraught with difficulties. How many times did Dorothy want to just give up and slack off for a while? But after weighing whether it was better to have a moment of slacking off or a lifetime of it, she would grit her teeth and persist.

She believed that once life's complexities were simplified, surely she could conquer laziness.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Yes, I will fight laziness to the end, for the sake of being lazy for the rest of my life.

With this belief, Dorothy's life over the years has always revolved around an endless spiral of "I'm so tired, I want to slack off," "Shut up, think about why you're tired and find a way to not be tired," "But thinking is also tiring," "Then find a way to make thinking less tiresome," and so on.

Fortunately, her talent for inspiration was quite high, so every time she pondered, a burst of inspiration would come, and those magic knowledge bits that she had memorized but couldn't understand would become active under this inspiration, and in that activity, Dorothy would have her realizations.

So, she often marveled that this was how magic was supposed to be played while jotting down the spells she had conceived in her mind.

What was more outrageous was that after she tried them out, she was astonished to find that these self-conceived spells actually worked, and not only did they work, but they were also quite effective.

She found this discovery quite amusing.

Dorothy still remembers the first time she invented a spell on her own when she was one and a half.

At that time, her father Adam hadn't met his stepmother Annie yet, and the father-daughter duo was drifting through the mortal world, living a miserable life.

Back then, Dorothy didn't understand why her cheap old dad dragged her around all the time. Looking back, he was probably trying to evade Mother Dragon.

Being so young, Dorothy had no amusing toys, so she could only idly flip through her father's spellbook every day.

Witches are born with knowledge. Thus, Adam wasn't particularly surprised by Dorothy's unusual intelligence at the time.

After all, compared to genius witch toddlers who knew how to use high-order magic at birth and could blow up their parents, his daughter's quirk wasn't strange—she was simply a bit smarter than average.

Even during their wandering life, Adam frequently taught Dorothy a variety of knowledge, and the magic book, usually more precious than life to a mage, became little Dorothy's toy.

It took Dorothy half a year to learn the universal language of witches, and then another year to complete the basic mage course (Witch Kindergarten enlightenment material) under her father Adam's tutelage.

```