Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Imagine what it would be like if the end of the world suddenly came.

You are an ordinary laborer, doing arduous chores on the estate of a manor owner. Day after day, you carry out your work without ever dying. When you get home from work, you open the door and your family tells you that a war has broken out outside and the kingdom is conscripting soldiers for war.

Then you are fortunate enough to become a member of an army group and are forced to go to the battlefield.

What a sad thing it is, yet this kind of thing is happening everywhere in Beatrice now.

But there's good news too. The good news is that you're not the only one going to the battlefield with your boss. Usually, your boss treats you like a son, kicking you when you do something wrong. But now, you're brothers. True friendship is revealed in times of trouble on the battlefield.

"What's the point of putting up a last-ditch effort? What's the use of sending these people to their deaths!" The battlefield was filled with not only shrill cries but also the whispers of demons.

Those are all high-ranking demons.

Although high-ranking demons are extremely rare, they can always be found in large groups. While most of them bypass Beatrice's defenses and venture outside when faced with this situation, these intelligent beings are too lazy to waste time fighting in this place; there are more delicious and readily available foods outside.

But there are always some high-ranking demons who enjoy excitement and will come to this battlefield to watch the spectacle.

They commanded their hungry brethren to relentlessly attack Beatrice's magical barrier, frolicking in their hunting game—a pleasure they could never find in the underworld.

The endless, dark tide of demons seemed to have no end, and no matter how many demons were destroyed by magic, the endless black tide inspired despair.

"So, they were holding back their strength all along?" Wendy stared blankly at the endless waves of demons.

She had naively believed that her magical legion could put up a fight against these guys, but the reality was that she had lost so utterly. Silberle must have known all along, which is why…

“Isn’t this normal? The Snow Woman only hindered the demon’s progress, not destroyed it,” Silberle responded.

Even if a witch who died a thousand years ago was incredibly powerful in life, what can you expect her to do in the few seconds she's alive?

At most, it's just prolonging life; let's give ourselves more time to prepare.

"Lord Ice Fang—is there really no hope?" Wendy asked instinctively.

Even if the entire Beatrice were filled in, even if the witches of Beatrice were of the highest caliber, magic would eventually run out. Right now, they could keep these invaders out of Beatrice, but what about later?

It was only now that Wendy realized that the reason these demons hadn't launched such a massive attack before was simply because they were enjoying the game.

Death is merely a period of sleep for them.

They fear hunger and boredom more than death.

"Are you afraid of dying?" Silberle asked rhetorically.

“Of course, who would want to die if they could live a good life?” Wendy replied without hesitation.

“This is not good news. I thought you had been a soldier for so long that you were no longer afraid…” Silberle replied.

"What she means is, if you want to be free as soon as possible, it would be better if you just died now~"

Who—who is speaking?

An unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared, and it came from the very center of the army. Wendy instinctively raised her wand to attack. Moreover, this riotous statement... Could the high-ranking demons have already arrived here? How could they have broken through so quickly? This is impossible.

"Don't be nervous, little sister, I'm not a demon." A white-haired little girl appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "Your big eyes seem to be curious about my identity. Simply put, I am your creditor."

"Mo, you're a little late." Silberle did recognize this so-called creditor.

"Too late? Isn't this just right? According to the contract with the Flower Witch, you would pay five million muses' souls in return for my help over the past thousand years. There are still two million muses to repay, so you should be able to pay off your debt by now," Mo said.

"A soul on the battlefield, please feel free to be one."

Two million muses' souls, what a huge sum of money! Silently sensing the magnificent aura of this area.

The final payment for the business is finally due; it was quite a big deal.

"Are you the Grim Reaper?" Wendy's knowledge was certainly not limited.

"Yes."

"You must be enemies of demons, right? Are you here to help us?" Death favors pure souls, and thus opposes demons who corrupt them. So, she must be here to help us.

“Didn’t I make it very clear that I’m here to collect a debt?” Mo replied. “The business is done, I won’t do anything unnecessary.”

"You're not with the devil..."

"Do you rush to fight anyone you don't like? I know what you're thinking. You're unhappy that demons exist in the world and have put you in such a desperate situation, so you want to get us to help you. But unfortunately, my colleagues and I don't intend to get involved unless you offer something in return. After all, we prefer equal exchange."

"This land has been taken over by demons, you probably won't get any benefits from it," Wendy said, half-threateningly, with a hint of annoyance.

At this point, Beatrice has fallen, and everywhere will become a playground for demons. What good will you Grim Reapers gain?

Trying to negotiate with us when we're in a relationship of mutual benefit is incredibly short-sighted.

"Do you know? A long, long time ago, the demons were the rulers of this continent," Mo smiled. "Back then, humans were nothing more than domesticated animals, just like you would raise sheep, chickens, and cows. Humans were similar back then, merely appendages of the demons."

"Then the elves and demons fought a chaotic war, both sides were severely damaged, and your human race produced several great figures who learned magic. Only then did the human race have the glorious history of occupying this continent today." Mo continued, "You may doubt that I am lying. But the truth is the truth. I just want to illustrate a point. Nothing is ever indispensable. We Death Gods are just the maintainers of Yin and Yang. Who occupies this continent is of no concern to us."

Wendy was speechless after being silenced by Mo's words.

"Just like the once mighty demon race has faded from the historical stage and is now merely a supporting character on the continent, what's so tragic about the human race facing such a fate? After all, the moon has its phases, and what is at its peak must decline. Take it easy, take it easy." It was rare for Mo to say so much.

Audrey only lived for a little over two thousand years.

She herself couldn't remember how many years she had existed; the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was this continent.

The rise and fall of this continent, the history of ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, is but a fleeting moment. The exit of humanity from the stage of history, and the rise of demons to dominate, may simply be part of the evolution of fate.

It's just that some clueless person deliberately postponed this fate.