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

Chapter 56: Great Sage, Please Bear With It?
In fragmented worlds, the destined protagonist is always the core.
But not in the sense of raw combat power—it’s more like that intangible aura found in the main character of a power fantasy novel: an innate luck that twists danger into safety, ensuring survival no matter the odds. Because once the protagonist dies, the foundational structure of a world fragment—"a story based on reality"—collapses entirely.

That’s why Jiang Cha never attacks the monkey girl.
No matter how strong you are, as long as you don't exceed the structural limits of the fragment, the protagonist will not die.
The so-called "world will" isn’t a conscious being with logic or intelligence. It’s simply a tendency—a mechanical instinct for incomplete systems to complete themselves. It reacts slowly, without emotion, and without understanding.

In this cold machinery, has the plot shifted significantly?
Actually… no.
There are only three true narrative anchors in this version of the tale:

The Monkey King’s emergence from the Water Curtain Cave.
The chaos in Heaven caused by the Monkey King.
The final suppression by the Buddha.

The first has already played out.
The second is just beginning.
The third—well, even with her current strength, the monkey girl likely won’t escape that fate.

Let’s be clear: the world will isn’t “correcting” the plot because it doesn’t perceive how deeply the monkey girl's mentality has changed since Jiang Cha arrived.
That’s the entire gap Jiang Cha exploits.
If the fragment had a conscious will, Jiang Cha, as a foreign invader, would’ve been instantly marked and attacked the moment she entered.

Can the monkey girl break free from being suppressed?
It’s uncertain.
In some worlds, the Monkey King's power gap with the Buddha is vast. In others, they’re near equals.
But at the very least, she has potential.

And with Jiang Cha’s help from the shadows... the result is hard to predict.
It all depends on how firmly Monkey Girl clings to her will.
There’s only one rule Jiang Cha abides by—past, present, and future:

Do not let the Monkey Girl be tamed.
Not even a little.
She must stay the fearless Great Sage. Not Bi Ma Wen. Not the mischievous monkey who accepts amnesty only to realize she was tricked. And definitely not the Monkey King who’s chained under a mountain for five hundred years.

Because while her strength may not change much between those versions... her spirit absolutely does.
And spirit—especially in fantasy realms and witchcraft—is real power.
In a fragment like this, where she’s the absolute protagonist, her state of mind becomes everything.

So when she said she wanted to defy the will of Heaven from the start?
Jiang Cha was delighted.
She hoped the girl could stay true to that wild fire.

It was the only path that required minimal interference on her part.
And who said Jiang Cha was weak?
Give her a few more years, and she could easily tear this world fragment apart herself.

But now?
She’s only had three months to grow.
Little tea demon—barely three months old.

“I didn’t expect it to go so smoothly…”
Jiang Cha couldn’t help but feel a little overcautious in hindsight.
This world fragment simply doesn’t have the energy level to support complex systems or detailed reactions.

Forget ancient deities slacking off—even the Four Heavenly Kings were barely simulated, reduced to wooden puppets. Their intelligence only flickered on when facing the Monkey Queen. The rest of the time? Dumb as rocks.
They didn’t even encounter the Seven Fairies.
They stole the peaches and waltzed right out, like they were visiting a farmers’ market, not raiding the Queen Mother of the West’s divine orchard.

Honestly… what a waste. Jiang Cha was really looking forward to seeing those seven legendary beauties.
“I told you, you were too timid.”
The monkey girl smirked, taking a juicy bite from the stolen peach.

“But I’ll give it to you—these peaches are good. If I get the chance, I’ll steal a few trees and plant them on Huaguo Mountain.”
“Don’t even think about it. Those trees are thousands of years old. You’d waste them.”
“Then I won’t take all of them?”

“Unless you overthrow Heaven, there’s no way you’ll get permission.”
“So what if I do overthrow it?”
“…”

Honestly, Jiang Cha wasn’t even sure anymore.
If the Tathagata doesn’t intervene, this Monkey Queen might really be able to overthrow Heaven in this world.
Because, truthfully…

This world is absurdly weak.
In the original Journey to the West, Sun Wukong caused chaos in the heavens and nearly beat the Jade Emperor to death with a stick—not just due to cheat codes and plot armor, but because the so-called “gods” were lazy, decadent, and eager for a break.
Yang Jian, whose title basically meant “idiot,” was practically itching for an excuse to fight someone.

And this version of Heaven?
It wouldn’t even be able to tie up the monkey girl, let alone suppress her.
“Let’s just stay quiet for now,” Jiang Cha said. “The one in Xitian isn’t ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) weak.”

“Fine. Help me unify the demon realm first.”
“…Do you have a misunderstanding about the word peaceful?”
“How is it unrestful for the Great Sage of the Demon Clan to expand her territory?”

“….”
She… really couldn’t refute that.
In any case, Jiang Cha had already achieved her goal with this trip.

Now that Monkey Girl had a source of longevity, she wouldn't stir up a mess in the underworld just to steal back the life spans of her monkeys and grandchildren.
Instead, she would focus on getting stronger—just like the plan.
Sure, she was still missing her iconic Fiery Eyes and Vajra Body, but Jiang Cha had ways to compensate for that.

“Is this ghostly scrawl actually useful?”
Over the years, Monkey Girl's speech patterns had drifted from formal ancient tones to something suspiciously like Jiang Cha’s modern slang.
Honestly, Jiang Cha felt it made her even less dignified than the original Wukong.

At least he wasn’t this annoying.
“This isn’t ghostly scrawl! It’s a divine inscription—just slightly altered. One more word and I’ll suppress you myself.”
“Jiang Cha, you’re not human, are you?”

“Does that matter?” Jiang Cha rolled her eyes. “I’m already bound to the Great Sage of the Demon Race. Why bother talking about race?”
She pushed away the monkey girl’s hand, which was reaching to tug her hair.
“Also, we’ve known each other for almost a hundred years! Have you ever seen a human who doesn’t age a day in a whole century!?”

“I’ve never even seen a human…”
“Then shut it! Just bear with it, will you!”