"I Became a Witch, but Now Everyone's in Love with Me!"

Chapter 57: The War Between Two Worlds
 

What Jiang Cha gave to the Monkey Lady wasn’t magic.
Witches usually don’t resort to such “ungraceful” methods as physically carving inscriptions onto the flesh. So instead, she used alchemical techniques.
“Alchemy complete!”
Jiang Cha clapped her hands solemnly, as if the gesture marked the ritual’s success.

In truth, the inscription had already activated the moment it was etched into the skin. The strange rite had nothing to do with witchcraft, nor with the messy alchemical array scrawled across the ground.
“So… what’s this thing supposed to do?”
The Monkey Girl, who’d been fidgeting impatiently for three hours, jumped to her feet. She twisted and turned like someone with ADHD, trying to scratch her head but freezing halfway, afraid it might mess up the results. Her hands just hovered awkwardly in mid-air.
Getting a monkey to sit still for that long was already a miracle.

“Umm...”
Jiang Cha paused, trying to figure out how to explain intermediate alchemical theory to someone who had just finished prenatal education.
In the end, she gave up and just bluffed it out.
“To put it simply... you're tougher now. As tough as your golden staff.”

“...Are you looking down on me?”
“No.”
“Then look at me when you talk!!”

“Absolutely not!”
“Take off the mask!!”
The Monkey King's conquest [N O V E L I G H T] of the demon realm went smoothly.

Her army was made up of weaklings and rabble, but it didn’t matter. She could flatten entire mountains by herself with just one swing of her staff. In a society where strength was everything, Monkey Girl had become the undisputed king.
“Only one left, Great Sage.”
Even outside, Jiang Cha still played the respectful aide, speaking in a tone of quiet reverence. Yet somehow, rumors spread across the demon realm that the Monkey King had taken a forbidden woman into her cave—a woman no one else was allowed to see.

“Wait… so you really did keep me?”
During a break in the march, the girl tilted her head up to look at her. Her slender white neck gleamed in the sunlight. Though she wore half a mask, her pink lips and red eyes were clearly those of an extraordinary beauty.
“Isn’t that you?”
The Monkey Girl was stunned and answered instinctively.
“Hey~ So you do have those kinds of thoughts about me? No way, I’m still a minor!”

The girl shrank back, crossing her arms and putting on a mock-fearful expression. She looked pitiful—but her tone dripped with sarcasm.
“A minor over a hundred years old?”
“Check my bone age.”

A petite, fair hand like a lotus root extended toward her—so soft and inviting that even a vegetarian monkey demon found herself wanting to bite it. The girl tilted her head, smiling mischievously. Her lips curled slightly, and her eyes sparkled with teasing amusement.
The Monkey Girl’s throat tightened.
Over a hundred years.
And she still couldn’t resist this girl.

She reached out instinctively. Just once. Just to cross that invisible line and touch her hand—touch her cheek.
But when her ugly, clawed monkey hand came into view, the contrast between it and that pristine white hand in the sunlight was so jarring, she froze.
She closed her eyes, pretending nothing had happened.

“Your bone age hasn’t changed in over a hundred years.”
“Eh~ It did change. It increased… by three days.”
Monkey Girl: “…”

Since ancient times, humans and demons have walked different paths.
Not just in lifespan or reincarnation, but in their very natures.
Love between a human and a demon never ends well.

Monkey Girl didn’t know what would become of them—but she didn’t want to break it. And more than that… she didn’t dare to break it.
It was laughable.
Sun Taotao—Monkey King, the fearless warrior who had crushed heavenly troops, stolen divine peaches, and unified the demon realm—couldn't even move her hand five centimeters.

Gazing at the girl’s radiant profile, the Monkey Girl leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and sighed.
“…It’s fine like this.”
No one expected the change to come so quickly.
And no one could have predicted the gods of Heaven—those smug immortals full of benevolence, righteousness, morality, and universal love—would stoop so low.

While the Monkey Girl and Jiang Cha were away…
They burned Flower-Fruit Mountain.
They slaughtered the young monkeys—too young to even be considered demons.
It all happened quietly, without a trace.

By the time Jiang Cha and the Monkey Girl rushed back, all that remained was scorched earth… and the charred corpses of the innocent.
“…Taotao.”
The girl looked toward her companion with worry.

Monkey Girl stood still, trembling with rage. Her jaw clenched so tightly it seemed she might shatter her own teeth.
Jiang Cha knew then—
The one standing beside her was no longer Sun Taotao.

She was now…
Qi! Tian! Da! Sheng!
“Send the order.
Assemble the army.
Attack Heaven!”
The true Havoc in Heaven had begun—but not as it had once been.

In the original tale, it was a solo rampage. Monkey King alone fought his way through Heaven, more show than slaughter. Few gods died. The fight was over dignity, not death.
But this?
This was war.

A demon king who had just unified her realm now led hundreds of millions into open rebellion. In half a month, nine remaining Great Demon Saints each commanded a division of demonkind. They ignored Heaven’s thirty-six peace edicts, surrounding the skies in a tight siege.
There was no turning back.
The story had deviated entirely.

This was no longer a skirmish.
This was the war between two worlds.
Even the Buddha and the Underworld dared not intervene lightly.

Jiang Cha should’ve been pleased.
Her plan had worked.
But she couldn’t smile.

“Kill them.”
For the first time, the mischievous, unflappable witch looked upon this world with true murderous intent.
Standing at the foot of the throne, she spoke coldly—flatly.

And yes, it was absurd.
To Jiang Cha, everything in this fragmented world was just a ghostly shadow—a hollow simulation, soulless and fake. Feeling hatred for them was like getting angry at a puppet. Or resenting Lego bricks.
But still—

She couldn't hold it in.
The witch’s rage boiled over. She didn’t even want to use her magic to suppress it.
Because girls need to vent.

Even if the beings in this world weren’t real…
Even if they had no true lives…
They could dance. Laugh. Cry.
They could speak.
They could hurt.
And they had been hers.

So as her fury radiated like a storm—
As Monkey Queen stood beside her, equally wrathful—
The demon realm roared to life.

And so began…
The War Between Two Worlds.