Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

The streets were bathed in a dim light, and the dark sky was about to engulf the kingdom once more. The last rays of sunlight repeatedly retreated, and the streets were gradually swallowed by darkness.

This is the hour of death in Sperado. The entire kingdom has transformed from a land of men into a land of demons.

Although the residents here have never actually seen ghosts, they all consciously abide by the local customs, and the night is the time when those non-human creatures roam.

Dusk is the time when humans and ghosts meet and interact.

“Miss Death,” Elena tentatively asked the little girl who was walking ahead on her own.

"What?" Mo turned around and glanced at Elena.

"What are we going to do?" Elena asked.

"To boost sales performance."

"what?"

What does it mean to "boost performance"?

He sighed and said, "If no one is watching you, I'm afraid you'll run away, so I need you to come with me to work."

Well, that's the reason.

The two goddesses had disappeared some time before dusk, probably to suppress evil spirits, which might be some kind of demon.

At this moment, Mo appeared and insisted on taking Elena somewhere.

Thus, Elena's original escape plan died before it was even born, which is regrettable.

But what is the job of the Grim Reaper?

After explaining, Mo continued leading the way. As the bells rang as usual, night completely fell, and the magic lamps lit up again. This wasn't the first time Elena had seen such a scene.

The streets became sparsely populated again.

Mo led the two to the intensive care unit of the kingdom's only central hospital. Theoretically, unrelated personnel like Elena should not be allowed to come here.

But it seemed that Mo had cast some kind of shielding spell, and no one noticed them along the way.

The intensive care unit was filled with a putrid, foul odor, mixed with the bitter smell of medicine. Even with magic as convenient as magic, there are still many intractable diseases that magic cannot solve.

For these diseases, potions are basically the only treatment.

Mo slowly approached a pale-faced little girl whose eyes were tightly closed and whose breathing was so faint it seemed she might disappear at any moment. Her mother was holding her child's hand tightly, seemingly murmuring something.

"It's her," Mo said after confirming.

Of course, Death's words did not reach their ears.

That was a declaration of death.

"Is she going to die?" Elena asked a rather obvious question. Her words, of course, didn't reach the mother's ears due to the influence of Mo's magic.

“It’s obvious.” Mo didn’t mind Irene asking some seemingly foolish questions. “Today I’m going to take her soul away.”

"Where to take it?"

“You shouldn’t know so much,” Mo said, refusing to answer the question. “You only need to know that Death is responsible for the balance of souls in the world.”

Then, she lazily fiddled with the sickle in her hand.

"So what are you doing now?" Elena changed the subject.

"As you can see, I'm slacking off."

Ok?

Aren't you trying to boost your sales figures?

"Is it strange? How can you work better if you don't slack off?" Miss Death yawned. "Death Gods work all year round, and it's exhausting to be a corporate slave who can't even slack off."

you're right.

But you're not human, are you?

I just feel that a grim reaper like you shouldn't have such bad habits.

Mo watched the dying little girl for a long time, and finally, as the poor child breathed her last, Mo gently waved the scythe in his hand.

Then a stream of white, wispy gas flew into the sickle.

"My daughter—" the mother hugged her daughter tightly.

But sadly, she will never wake up.

“She has a congenital heart disease, and after learning of her serious condition, her father left the family and abandoned the mother and daughter,” Mo said. “Then, her mother borrowed money everywhere in an attempt to save her daughter’s life, and continues to do so to this day.”

Irene nodded heavily.

“This world rarely goes as planned,” Mo chuckled. “But that’s not all; there’s also a soul.”

Irene was puzzled when Mo said something she didn't quite understand. But she soon understood—she saw the mother resolutely open the window and leap into the sky.

Then, Mo swung his scythe again.

Another smear of snow-white substance was sucked into the sickle.

It's all over.

The woman's suicide attempt immediately caused a sensation throughout the hospital, but that's another story. At this moment, Elena followed behind the Grim Reaper, who had already finished her work.

"You seem very sad?" Mo asked knowingly.

“Yes,” Elena said.

She had witnessed many deaths, but this was not a pleasant experience.

“Unfortunately, Death has seen it all before and is incapable of empathy,” Mo said. “Speaking of which, your travel companion is just as heartless.”

She was talking about the zither.

But Qin didn't respond at all when he heard someone say that about him.

From beginning to end, he seemed like a machine that could only move.

“People usually take it for granted that they are born, yet they fear the inevitable death,” Mo said. “But you are an exception. It’s quite interesting, I must say.”

After giving her final insight, Miss Death said nothing more.

Let the air remain silent.

That night, Elena had trouble sleeping. For the next few days, she didn't write anything in her diary, feeling her thoughts were in turmoil.

With such mixed feelings, the day of the sacrificial ceremony arrived.

……

Demon Bear Claw, Burial Flower, Yellow Spring Water... Elena sorted out the medicinal materials, then looked at the potion recipe in her hand.

Her task was to concoct potions and then perform magical rituals during the sacrificial ceremony.

As an all-around performer, alchemy is something Elena can do with ease.

As long as the recipe is correct, Elena can usually produce the finished product on her first try.

But before starting work.

"Jin, don't you find it strange?" Elena asked Jin, who was slacking off.

"Hmm, you found out?" Qin's question made Elena very angry.

What... Do you think I'm stupid?

"If it's that simple, why is there a reward of five hundred gold coins?" Elena said thoughtfully. "Have you discovered something that you're keeping from me?"

"Yes."

"So honest."

"I don't like lying; I prefer silence."

"And then you're going to tell me that not letting me know is a kind of happiness, right?"

“No, it’s because it shouldn’t be dangerous for you,” Qin said. “So I didn’t bother to say anything.”

Since Qin had said so, Elena began to prepare the potion. The whole process went smoothly. After delivering the potion, Elena followed the instructions in the book to perform the ritual.

Elena had initially thought it would be a very difficult task, but it turned out to be far too easy.

The sacrificial ceremony ended peacefully.

It seems that nothing special happened at all. The imagined difficulties did not exist.

……

Mo sat alone directly above the Death Whisper Bell, her arms wrapped around her thighs, a sight that took Elena a great deal of effort to find.

Elena was there to collect her payment, after all, this Grim Reaper was her sugar daddy. If all went well, she decided to leave the kingdom and continue her travels.

She'd been staying here a bit too long, and besides, she didn't really like the atmosphere.

After all, the atmosphere here was a bit oppressive; the coexistence of humans and ghosts made Elaina somewhat uncomfortable. Qin might like this atmosphere, but Elaina didn't.

"You've come?" Mo seemed to have expected Elena to come.

Of course—if you don't come, wouldn't you be working for nothing?

"What do you think of this kingdom?" Mo asked before Elena could even begin to demand payment.

"pretty good."

"Have you ever considered staying and becoming a goddess?" Mo asked.

Huh?

Did I miss something in the context? Why did the topic switch so quickly? How did it get to me being a goddess? No way!

“Let me tell you a story,” Mo said. “You and Xiao Yezi are very similar, both with gray hair and a pair of artistic, glassy eyes.”

Little leaf?

“Ekaterina, the Witch of Death, my first partner.” Mo noticed Irene’s confusion.

“Next, I will tell you the true history of this kingdom,” Mo said.