Spiritual energy is reviving, calamities are reappearing, and two worlds are about to face their greatest crisis and challenge yet. To be or not to be, that is the question. "When I only had a pea and a dog at my disposal, you could call me a lousy monkey trainer, and I wouldn't care," Zhang Xuan said, raising his chin and pointing behind him. "But now I have an entire army of plants and animals, and I can beat you to a pulp with a wave of my hand. Tell me, what should you call me?" The people were filled with awe and praise. The great Druid King has returned to his most loyal kingdom today!

In the bustling tavern, a bard sang the legend of a dragon-slaying hero by the fire, while several adventurers gathered together to play monster cards. Mali finished the remaining capsule coffee in his thermos and said to the half-elf girl beside him, "Let's go, it's time to go," the kind waitress warned. "But there's a group of vicious snake-men bandits lurking on the road ahead. Why don't you wait a little longer? The Baron is already recruiting mercenaries." "No problem, we'll drive."

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...