Sylvie was miserable. And it wasn't just because of her name, which sounded like that of a slave girl. The fantasy RPG "The Strongest Witch of Another World ~The Shining Light to Save the World~!" sounded like a terrible game, and Sylvie's only redeeming quality was her status as the strongest witch. Logically, she should have been on a romantic journey, spending her days with girls and ultimately saving the world. But then she was told the world was going to be destroyed in a thousand years—what the hell? Then she was told she was late in her transmigration, so the world would be destroyed in a few months—what the hell? Then she was told she was the strongest witch, but her witch powers could only be learned by herself—what the hell? This pathetic witch, reduced to a couch potato, could only laze around all day, hanging out with pretty girls, waiting for the meteorite to strike in a few months...