Otaku Witch
Chapter 956 - 956: 587. Sleep and Death_2

"Your muscle barbarians used to be so arrogant, now you're complaining? If you don't want to do research, go do manual labor. Those necromancy factories open 24/7, year-round, are always hiring. You could work there."

.....

The idle chatter from the underworld residents below also reached Dorothy's ears, leaving the homebody witch even more stunned.

Goodness, have I, the great Research Witch, actually turned the tables and become the master? Is this what they call being meek in life but striking hard in death?

However, the Mechanical Sect...

Dorothy's gaze turned toward the center of Pandora City. Flanking the familiar Monument of Heroes were two grand and majestic structures.

One was the Holy Palace used for office work, and the other was the Church of Machinery's Iron Cathedral.

If Pandora City in the underworld might still be coincidental, the presence of the Mechanical Sect basically confirmed the homebody witch's suspicions.

Oh my, perhaps my dream has truly come true.

"Welcome to the Parallel World."

Seeing her sister looking somewhat startled, Denisha spoke up.

"Parallel World? Isn't this the Underworld?"

Dorothy was taken aback, asking a bit curiously.

Denisha shook her head, then flicked a finger against her sister's forehead.

"Life and death are concepts for mortals. For witches, there's really no such thing as true death."

Miss Shepherdess said, then, organizing her thoughts a little, she posed a question to the homebody witch.

"Dorothy, do you think there's a difference between sleep and death?"

"This..."

The homebody witch was stunned, instinctively wanting to say there's obviously a difference, one is alive and one is dead.

But she swallowed her words back, furrowing her brows and pondering for a while, gaining some insight.

"There seems to be no essential difference."

Dorothy had a rudimentary understanding of the School of Necromancy, where in many factions, sleep is referred to as "little death", and some schools even treat sleeping together as a form of sacrificial ritual to death.

Yes, literally sleeping together, don't misunderstand.

Dorothy never really understood why it was said this way, but now, she got it.

This is the concept of "morning born, evening dead."

Every morning, waking from a dream is a kind of rebirth, while night brings a kind of death.

In her past life, Dorothy had heard of a little insect called Ephemera, which only lived for a day, experiencing morning birth and evening death.

Humans are much more advanced than Ephemera. An Ephemera's lifetime is but a single day for humans, and though both undergo this cycle, Ephemera truly dies, while humans just sleep—a little death.

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

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

The true death of the floating insect is merely a small death for humans, so could human death also be just a small death for a witch?

Realizing this, the homebody witch felt her understanding of the Necromancy Sect had seemingly been elevated, and perhaps, she felt more confident about passing the Middle Level (Peak Level) examination of the Necromancy Sect.

"Looks like you've figured it out."

Denisha's eyes, which had been on her sister, saw this and nodded with satisfaction.

"So, this place technically isn't the Underworld, since we've never truly died, just taking a little nap. This is the Parallel World, or you could call it the Dream Realm. It's the sleeper's dreamland."

Miss Shepherdess introduced it to her sister.

She then glanced at her sister's hat and sighed.

"Ah, if only some foolish things could be as smart as you, getting it quickly."

Senior Fanny: "....."

What are you doing discussing the Afterworld, looking at me the whole time? Who have I offended now?

Hat Senior Sister always felt the God King Teacher was targeting her.

Hmph, it must be because my closeness with Rosie just made some old woman jealous.

Hearing her good sister sigh, Dorothy glanced at her own hat knowingly.

So, the Underworld is the Dream Realm, no wonder Senior Sister could become the Fourth King of the mandate of Heaven, the only problem being that this Fourth King is a bit dim, and slightly twisted.

"You've worked hard."

Looking at Senior Fanny, still oblivious to her own issues, Dorothy sighed and said this to her good sister.

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

Denisha looked down at the two little ones by her side, then shrugged at her good sister.

Dorothy didn't dare to nod rashly, as the two little ones were watching her, full of pressure.

Knowing who these three were, Dorothy didn't dare to nod carelessly.

Fortunately, Denisha wouldn't let her good sister be troubled and continued to lead the way.

"Alright, we can't chat much longer. It's time to take care of business. Though this is the Parallel World, it has the attributes of the Underworld; the living should not stay long here, or they might get lost. I'll take you to meet your little roommate."

No need for the homebody witch to speak; Miss Shepherdess knew her sister's purpose for the visit.

In fact, she had been watching everything happen, or else how could her sister have so conveniently learned "Gates of the Underworld"?

This was the magic Denisha specially customized for her sister.

Originally intended as a gift for her sister, but unfortunately, Artie, the little guy, was mischievous and liked to play pranks.

Miss Shepherdess wanted to scold the brat, but seeing her sister's small distress back then, she found it rather amusing.

However, as a good sister, tricking her own sister was somewhat inappropriate, so she guided her sister to understand the essence of death.

Hmm, after all the points were spent, she couldn't let her sister spend them in vain.

Dorothy, hearing her good sister's words, hurried to catch up.

On the way, she couldn't resist asking.

"Good sister, could you tell me a bit about why my roommate couldn't resurrect?"

Dorothy asked with some concern.

Truth be told, she wasn't too worried originally, thinking it might be a minor issue with the Underworld System, and waiting for the underworld officers to fix the bug would be fine.

But now, the appearance of these three Underworld Messengers indeed made her a bit nervous.

What kind of situation is this? I just caught a cold and registered at the hospital, but suddenly the top three world-renowned experts came to diagnose me?

In such a situation, who wouldn't panic? The homebody witch almost straightforwardly asked how many days Sophia had left.

Seeing her sister so worried, Denisha pursed her lips, but thinking of the Pure White Witch's identity, she sighed.

Forget it; they're family. What else can we do but forgive them?

"Her situation is a bit special. You know the Underworld System is meant to protect witches, but she did not face death as a witch."

Miss Shepherdess explained.

Dorothy: "..."

Ah, this.....

The homebody witch was stunned; she truly hadn't considered that.

As they spoke, they reached their destination.

It was the Holy Palace.

Inside was a pure white figure handling a mountain of documents.

"Uh, Miss, why are you here?"

Hearing the commotion, the figure lifted her head from the pile of documents and was surprised to see Dorothy.

....The Pure White Witch, in surprise.....