"Because I didn't accidentally fall into the Underworld River, but jumped down to seek death."
"Why is that?" Castorice asked, puzzled.
The scholar woman smiled faintly:
"If you could glimpse my life, you surely wouldn't reproach me. Because it was truly... agonizing beyond measure."
"But I didn't expect that it would be just the same after death."
"How laughable, I escaped the mortal world, only to step into a millennium-long persistent agony."
"By Cthulhu, just how cowardly must a person be to fear both life and death at the same time?"
"Sorry..." Castorice sighed. "This is another question I cannot answer."
Listening to their conversation, Yan Huan couldn't help but look at the other souls.
With thousand after thousand of years casually thrown about, in their tone it was as if three days had passed.
"It's fine, saintess." The scholar opened her arms. "At least you responded to my wish... Please bestow [death] upon me."
"By Cthulhu, could this be considered... pondering until the very last moment?"
Castorice raised her hand and silently sent the scholar away.
Noticing Yan Huan's gaze, she slowly turned back and said with a helpless smile:
"I have witnessed too many partings... Her distress is not uncommon, and there are always those who end their own lives for seemingly trivial worries..."
"In the eyes of some... the power I view as a curse is instead a [blessing]."
"Fair enough." Yan Huan spread his hands. "If my eldest uncle knew you, he'd definitely want to arm-wrestle with you."
Mimi asked:
"Does little Butterfly still want to create a... world without [death]?"
"Mm." Castorice nodded:
"Because on an infinite scale of time, there are no worries that cannot be resolved."
"The moment you visit Dan Heng's old home, you'd have the Cloud Knights chasing and driving you