Death, what does it feel like?
Even as a transmigrator who had once been fatally hit by a dirt truck before, Dorothy still couldn’t put it into words.
After all, back then, he was at most a hobody mortal who had practiced martial arts for a few years, and his soul was muddled after being fatally hit, with nothing perceived except the Voice of God that sounded like an auditory hallucination in his dying monts.
But things are different now, a witch’s soul is incredibly resilient, not to ntion she seems to be a Saint with a Heavenly Mandate. Her soul is remarkably pure, and even though her flesh has completely collapsed and dissipated, the will of the hobody witch remains very clear.
She only felt as if she had fallen into a deep sea, continuously sinking, sinking, sinking....
At first, she could vaguely see the dim light and shadows above the sea surface, but as she continued to dive deeper in this seemingly bottomless ocean, she could no longer see anything else, surrounded entirely by darkness.
To be honest, Dorothy was a little freaked out. She was quite timid, having been afraid of ghosts as a mortal. Even though during her ti as a witch she had undergone cultivation in Necromancy and was no longer afraid of zombies and ghosts, she still had so fear of such complete darkness that seed to shield all her senses.
Ultimately, what she feared may not have been ghosts and monsters, but the unknown that appears in the form of ghosts and monsters.
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is fear of the unknown.
In layman’s terms, it’s simply a lack of confidence.
Of course, the fear the hobody witch had at this mont wasn’t too intense. Even though this darkness, which could obscure her senses, was daunting, Dorothy was carrying a Resurrection Item with her, and she had connections in the Underworld, knowing she was rely following a process now and soon would be back to being a lively, carefree soul.
So overall, it wasn’t enough to truly terrify her.
Moreover, as she sank deeper, Dorothy found herself unable to stop recalling the past.
Well, in the darkness of death, she didn’t seem to be able to do anything besides recalling the past.
And as she involuntarily reminisced, mories stored in her mory Palace began to float to the surface one by one, transforming into glowing jellyfish like water balloons,
These glowing jellyfish were like fireflies in the night, finally providing a bit of light in the endless darkness, and this light also dispelled the slight fear in Dorothy’s heart.
She watched these glowing jellyfish, and within their crystal-clear bodies, scenes of mories flickered.
There were mories from his past life.
The bustling days of practicing martial arts and swordplay were nostalgic.
But mostly, there were mories of staying ho every day watching ani and playing gas.
Then, there were mories from this lifeti.
There were the days of wandering with Adam during childhood.
There were mories of her making waves on the Magic Network.
And there were also the daily interactions with friends at the Witch Academy.
But the majority were the countless days and nights she spent imrsed in studying magic, pondering over one Magic Rune after another, gradually piecing together new Spells.
In conclusion, she was a recluse hobody in both lifetis, utterly beyond saving.
However, surrounded by countless jellyfish of mories, Dorothy suddenly keenly sensed other mories.
They seed to be mories not from his or her mory Palace, or maybe they were always there but she simply hadn’t noticed them before—hidden mories.
These were the mories belonging to a nun nad Dorothy.
Father Adam was her father, and she had an older foster sister, a childhood sweetheart nad Denisha, who was just an ordinary Shepherdess in the village.
But secretly, Miss Nun was actually a witch being hunted by the Church, secretly researching so Magic Potions in the basent of her family’s church.
As a transmigrator, Miss Nun was ambitious, trendously talented, and saw herself as a protagonist-like figure, so she studied tirelessly every day.
Even though the world she transmigrated to seed like a low-magic world, where the magic she encountered was more like Tricks and Alchemy than actual magic,
it didn’t matter; nothing in the world is difficult if you set your mind to it.
Miss Witch believed that with her intelligence and protagonist-like quality, it wouldn’t be a problem to single-handedly elevate the class of the entire world. After all, the novels and ani she read in her past life all depicted this.
The once lazy hobody was incredibly diligent in this lifeti, pushing her limits to the utmost. Drawing from her vast experience of reading novels and ani, she extracted inspiration for magic, drafting the prototype of the eight great magic systems.
She even beca aware early on that her origins seed unusual. Although her father Adam appeared to be just an ordinary Priest, Miss Nun still discovered a deeply hidden strength within herself.
It was sowhat reminiscent of the divinity and divine blood ntioned in the novels from her past life, seemingly naturally close to nature and able to guide thoughts or faith in people.
Miss Nun believed this must be her Golden Finger.
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