Chapter 583: Sleep and Death

"This is the Netherworld?"

Even though she was prepared in her heart, when this familiar and strange scenery entered her eyes again, Dorothy was still a bit confused.

How could it not be familiar? Everything in this city in front of her was almost built by her leading people, so it was naturally familiar.

As for being strange, it was because this city had already expanded hundreds of times.

If the Pan Duola City she established in the Witch's Night was a small fishing village, then this Netherworld world was already a prosperous international metropolis.

The two could not be mentioned in the same breath in terms of scale.

It's just that, even though it had been expanded countless times, the central area was still the familiar appearance of Dorothy. She even saw the small broken church of Adam at a glance.

For a moment, Dorothy really felt as if she had returned to the Witch's Night.

Hmm, to put it bluntly, she felt that she was probably dreaming again.

It's just that she quietly reached out and pinched the hat brim on her head, and after hearing the senior's exclamation, she sighed.

Fine, the senior still knows pain, it seems it's not a dream.

"Verifying whether you are dreaming or not is usually pinching yourself, where is there pinching others."

Senior Fan Ni protested like this, and then she stretched out a tentacle, sliding all the way to Dorothy's waist, gently scratching the soft flesh on the Home Witch's waist.

Dorothy; "....."

The Home Witch's face under the mask couldn't hold on, and the mask became distorted.

Damn, how did the senior know that her weakness was this? Her body was too sensitive and she was really afraid of itching. That place really can't be touched.

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"Cough cough..."

The coughing sound from the side woke the two up. Turning their heads, they saw that smiling mask.

Although the mask smiled very gently, the Home Witch two indeed felt inexplicable chill, and suddenly they didn't dare to make trouble anymore. The senior retracted the tentacle and played dead, while Dorothy looked at her nose and nose at her heart, looking very obedient.

She looked around again, and found that this Netherworld didn't have the deathly silence of the underworld at all. On the contrary, it was unexpectedly prosperous.

The gate of the Ghost Gate they had just passed stood above this Netherworld Pan Duola City. Therefore, standing at the door, she could easily overlook this strange world that didn't look like the underworld.

At a glance, this seemed to be a sci-fi future city with extremely developed technology. Here, high-rise buildings stood in great numbers, and those high-rise buildings of hundreds or even thousands of meters stood straight into the clouds, and the top could not be seen at all. Various cool neon lights flickered, even dyeing the clouds between the floors into colorful clouds, beautiful and beautiful, and the huge screens hanging under the occasional floating airships also played advertisements of various magical technologies...

Of course, these are not the point. The point is that the residents here seem to be all robots.

Hmm, even if these bionic robots have been made very realistic, almost exactly the same as real people, this can't escape the eyes of Dorothy, the hand-made master. She saw at a glance that the residents of the Netherworld below were not people.

Well, it can't be said that they are not people. At least their souls are genuine witch souls. It's just that in this Netherworld that can only accommodate souls and does not exist in the flesh, witch souls all live in these mechanical bodies.

Moreover, even if the body is a steel body, the hearts of these witches are still the same. This point can be seen from their dressing habits and travel habits.

These Netherworld residents still wear mage robes, still ride jet mechanical brooms or magnetic levitation magic carpets when going out, and some people are followed by various mechanical magic beast mounts...

It's very retro.

Such a special style also made Dorothy look a bit novel, and she blinked, looking like a country girl entering the city for the first time.

And she was looking at others, and others were naturally looking at her.

There were also some idle passers-by in the city below looking up at this Ghost Gate in the sky.

"Ah this, what happened? Today it's not the side door but the main door that is opened. Is it possible that some incredible big shot has died?"

"Indeed, a few peaks on the front line were calculated and hung back a few days ago, and that didn't let this Ghost Gate open the main door."

"Then this is probably not which Sage hung up, right? Not possible, right? Is it possible that there is a war with the calamity outside?"

"Fart, that black robe, it seems to be a Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition. This should be a case where she encountered a ruthless person and sacrificed gloriously by accident."

"Look at the fart, the big shot's business has nothing to do with us, go to move bricks, have you collected the resurrection fee?"

"My underworld life still has several hundred years, don't worry, I can always collect it."

"Damn, why is there no war merit in this Netherworld? I fought a lifetime of war, but now I am asked to engage in scientific research to earn resurrection fees. I don't know how to do this."

"Hehe, this is the Netherworld, the territory of the Mechanical Sect, and also the base camp of our scientific research witches. You armed witches are not enough in the sun, and there is a saying in the Eastern Cosmos that the wind and water turn around. This death is the rise of our scientific research witches."

"Laugh to death, my

"Who told you muscle-headed brutes to be so arrogant in the past? Now you're complaining? If you don't want to do research, then go do manual labor. Don't those twenty-four-hour, year-round Necrotic Factories hire people every day? You can go work there."

The chatter of the Netherworld residents below reached Dorothy's ears, leaving the Home Witch even more stunned.

Good grief, I, the Great Research Witch, have actually turned the tables and become the master? Is this what they call being timid in life and throwing heavy punches after death?

However, the Machine Sect...

Dorothy's gaze turned toward the center of Pan Duola City. On both sides of the familiar Monument of Heroic Spirits, two magnificent and majestic buildings stood tall.

One was the Shenggong for office work, and the other was the steel church of the Machine Sect.

If Pan Duola City in this Netherworld might have just been a coincidence, the existence of this Machine Sect basically confirmed the Home Witch's inner suspicions.

Oh my, I'm afraid my dream really has come true.

"Welcome to the Inner World."

Seeing her younger sister looking seemingly frightened, Dinisha spoke up.

"Inner World? Isn't this the Netherworld?"

Dorothy was taken aback and asked with some curiosity.

Dinisha shook her head, then reached out a finger and flicked her younger sister's forehead.

"Life and death are concepts only mortals have. For a witch, there is no such thing as true death."

The shepherdess said this, then thought for a moment, organized her words slightly, and asked the Home Witch a question in return.

"Dorothy, do you think there is any difference between sleep and death?"

"This..."

The Home Witch was stunned. She subconsciously wanted to answer that of course there was a difference—one is alive, and one is dead.

But the words reached her lips, and she swallowed them back. She frowned and pondered for a while, seemingly having an epiphany.

"It seems there really is no essential difference."

Dorothy also knew a little about the Necrotic School. In many Necrotic schools, some people call sleeping "little death," and some schools even treat sleeping together as a form of sacrifice to death.

Um, sleeping together in the literal sense, don't misunderstand.

Dorothy had never really understood why there was such a saying, but now, she understood.

This is "born in the morning and dead by evening."

Every morning when a person wakes from a dream, it is actually a rebirth, and when one sleeps soundly at night, it is also a kind of death.

In her previous life, Dorothy had heard of a small insect called a mayfly, which only lives for one day, hence "born in the morning and dead by evening."

Humans are much more advanced than mayflies. A mayfly's life is just a fleeting day to a human. Even though both must experience this process of being born in the morning and dying by evening, the mayfly is truly dead, while humans are just sleeping—it is only a "little death."

Then what about witches, who are much more advanced than humans?

The death of the physical body is an unsolvable problem for humans, but for witches, physical problems have never been a big deal.

If a mayfly's true death is only a "little death" to a human, then isn't a human's true death just a "little death" to a witch?

After figuring this out, the Home Witch felt her realm in the Necrotic School had been sublimated. Perhaps she now had some confidence in passing the intermediate assessment (Peak Rank) of the Necrotic School.

"It seems you've figured it out."

Dinisha, whose gaze had been on her younger sister, nodded with relief upon seeing her like this.

"So this place cannot really be considered the Netherworld. After all, we have never truly died; it is just a short rest. This is the Inner World, or you can call it the Dream Illusion. This is the dreamland of the sleepers."

The shepherdess began to introduce it to her younger sister.

Then she looked at the hat on her younger sister's head and sighed.

"Sigh, if only some stupid things were as smart as you and could understand with a single hint."

Senior Fan Ni: "..."

You are chatting about your Netherworld, why are you looking at me? Who did I offend?

Senior Hat always felt that Teacher Shenwang was targeting her.

Hmph, it must be that her intimacy with Qian Bao just now made some old woman jealous.

Hearing her good sister's sigh, Dorothy also looked up at the hat on her head and understood in her heart.

The Netherworld is the Dream Illusion. It's no wonder Senior Hat could become the Fourth King of Destiny. The only problem is that this Fourth King is a bit unintelligent and her growth is slightly... off by a hundred million points.

"You've worked hard too."

Looking at Senior Fan Ni, who still hadn't realized her own problem, Dorothy also sighed and said this to the good sister in front of her.

"It's fine, I'm used to it anyway."

Dinisha looked down at the two little ones beside her, then shrugged at her good younger sister.

However, Dorothy didn't dare to nod casually at this, as those two little ones were also looking at her right now.

The Home Witch was under immense pressure. Having fully confirmed who these three were, how could Dorothy dare to nod casually?

Fortunately, Dinisha wouldn't make things difficult for her good younger sister, so she continued to lead the way.

"Alright, no more chatting. It's time to get down to business. This Inner World has the attributes of the Netherworld, after all; the living shouldn't stay long, or they might get lost here. I'll take you to see your little roommate."

Without the Home Witch having to speak, the shepherdess knew exactly why her younger sister had come this time.

In fact, all of this happened under her watch. Otherwise, how could her younger sister have suddenly learned this "Gate of the Netherworld" so perfectly?

This was a custom-made magic spell Dinisha had tailored for her younger sister.

She had originally intended to give it to her younger sister as a gift, but unfortunately, that little one, A Di, was a bit mischievous and always liked to play pranks.

The shepherdess had originally wanted to scold that brat, but seeing her younger sister's pained expression at the time, she found it quite interesting.

However, as a good sister, it was indeed inappropriate to trick her younger sister like that, which was why she had guided her younger sister to comprehend the true meaning of death earlier.

Um, after all, the points were already spent; she couldn't let her younger sister spend them for nothing.

Hearing her good sister's words, Dorothy hurriedly followed.

However, on the way, she couldn't help but ask.

"Good sister, can you reveal why my roommate couldn't be resurrected?"

Dorothy asked with some worry.

To be honest, she hadn't been very worried at first, thinking it might just be a small issue like the Netherworld system lagging, and that it would be fine once the Netherworld civil servants fixed the bugs.

But the appearance of these three "Netherworld Envoys" now really made her panic.

What is going on? I just went to the hospital for a cold, so why did the top three big bosses in the world suddenly come to diagnose me together?

Who wouldn't panic in this situation? The Home Witch almost wanted to ask directly how many days Sophie Sophie Liya had left.

Seeing her younger sister so worried, Dinisha pursed her lips slightly, but thinking of that Pure White Witch's identity, she sighed again.

Forget it, they are all family, what else can she do? Of course, she has to forgive them.

"Her situation is a bit special. You must know that the protection of the Netherworld system only targets witches, but she did not welcome death as a witch."

The shepherdess said this.

Dorothy: "..."

Ah, this...

The Home Witch was stunned. She really hadn't expected this.

While they were talking, everyone had arrived at their destination.

It was the Shenggong.

And inside the Shenggong, a pure white figure was processing a massive amount of documents.

"Uh, Young Lady, why are you here?"

Hearing the commotion, the figure looked up from the mountain of documents, saw Dorothy at a glance, and couldn't help but be very surprised.

... Pure White Witch is surprised...