The Goddess Is So Confused

Normal people did not keep diaries.

Unfortunately, this was Miss Sloth's heavy, grueling work.

She did not like writing, did not like recording things, and did not like using her brain.

Strictly speaking, Miss Sloth disliked anything and everything that raced against time and produced exhaustion and worries. Her greatest hobby was lying there doing nothing, turning herself into a blank sheet of emptiness on the bed called "Sorrow" in Eiludnir Palace.

So when she received Goddess's order to move to another place and make detailed records of the local dead, Miss Sloth felt as if she were facing the end of the world.

But she only protested in her heart.

As Goddess's Apostle and maid, Goddess's will was the mission she had to carry out.

Miss Sloth felt very melancholy.

Sigh.

Wretched work.

Sigh.

This hopeless world with no holidays.

In the past, Goddess had always been in the Hall of Misery, using her dining knife "Taotie" to dissect all kinds of dead, verifying the traces and truth of death within their bodies before stitching them back up.

That might have sounded a little bloody, but in truth, the dead were all willing, even scrambling over one another in hopes of becoming the subject of dissection.

Because when Goddess cut open their bodies for experiments, she would also satisfy one of their wishes to have a portion of their body removed.

Some Ghosts hoped to have hunger stripped away, some loathed fear, some did not want memories, and some wanted to erase hatred.

Goddess fulfilled their wishes one by one.

Those excised things—hunger, fear, memories, hatred, and the like—were all stored in ice coffins as materials and samples that might be useful in the future.

Goddess searched inside the bodies of the dead for the traces left by