Chapter 762 Goddess is confused

Normal people don’t write diaries.

Unfortunately, this is Miss Laziness's hard and arduous work.

She doesn't like writing, taking notes, or using her brain.

Strictly speaking, Miss Sloth doesn't like anything that races against time, or that causes fatigue and annoyance. Her greatest hobby is to lie down and do nothing, on the bed called "Sorrow" in the Eleudnir Palace, turning herself into an empty blank sheet of paper.

So when Miss Laziness received the order from the goddess to move to another place and keep a detailed record of the local dead, she felt like she was facing the end of the world.

But she only protested in her heart.

As the goddess's apostle and maid, the goddess's will is the mission she must fulfill.

Miss Sloth is sentimental.

well.

Damn job.

well.

This is a hopeless world without holidays.

…

In the past, the goddess was always in the Temple of Misery. She used the dinner knife "Taotie" to dissect all kinds of dead people, verify the traces and truth of death from their bodies, and then sew them up.

This may sound a bit bloody, but in fact, the deceased were all willing and even competed to be the subjects of dissection.

Because the goddess cuts open their bodies for experiments, and also satisfies their wish to have part of their body removed.

Some ghosts hope to be stripped of hunger, some hate fear, some don't want to remember, and some want to eliminate hatred.

The goddess fulfilled their wishes one by one.

The excised parts of hunger, fear, memories, hatred, etc. were all stored in the ice coffin as materials and samples that might be used in the future.

The goddess searches for traces of death in the bodies of the deceased, some common points about the law of change from life to death, and further intrinsic connections between death and the underworld.

But so far, this exploration has been slow.

Today, the goddess was humming a song while performing dissection.

"Die, die, my dear baby."

"The hands of the god of death gently shake you~"

…

Miss Sloth was shocked.

The terrifying and trembling song of the goddess Hela was not sung again after the anchorage in Norse mythology was closed.

Who on earth made the goddess so happy? Even moving house wouldn't be so joyful, right? Miss Sloth asked another apostle, the slow servant.

The Slow Footman is a man dressed in white, with one eye open and one eye closed like an owl. He always stands somewhere in the palace of Eleudnir, gliding on the ground all the time, but moving as slowly as a snail.

Although he moves slowly, he is the key to maintaining the entire palace. He is responsible for cleaning and supervising repairs here. The slow butler is busy all the time. He is slow because he wants to make sure every place is spotless before moving to the next place.

In response to Miss Sloth's question, the servant said, "Because the goddess has obtained a fire of faith."

"How many?" Miss Sloth pricked up her ears.

"Two billion."

"Wow!!"

Miss Sloth opened her eyes wide: "You mean, our family is rich now?"

"To be precise, it's the goddess. These assets belong only to the goddess." The slow-moving servant corrected: "And afterwards, another 2 billion will be credited to the account."

Miss Sloth was shocked: "This is too much... Is the goddess going to assassinate a top god?"

"No, it was Mr. Harrow who introduced me to a great man, Lord Yaoshen who gave me the opportunity and cooperation."

Although Miss Laziness was extremely reluctant to move.

But the other party gave too much.

Miss Laziness couldn't help but wipe away her tears. The impoverished goddess finally made a profit and finally had some funds to purchase the dead and the living for experiments.

That's great! ...

On the seventh day after moving into her new home, Miss Laziness was exhausted. She felt as if she was shrouded in the spells and miracles of an evil god. Her body had turned into stone, and every step she took was extremely difficult.

I am trapped in an endless work hell.

What's good about it? It's not good at all!

It's still best to be poor and do nothing.

well.

The goddess is confused.

Miss Sloth, with a huge death notebook slung across her shoulder, wearily flew to the door of the first dying person of the day.

"Please make way."

Although I know that no one else can hear or see what I say.

Miss Sloth passed through their bodies.

The Dying One is a female troll with fiery red hair, a turquoise face, and some protruding fangs outside her mouth.

Most trolls look ferocious, but the one on the bed looks weak and lonely.

It narrowed its eyes: "Are you... the Grim Reaper who came to pick me up?"

"I am not a god, but an apostle of the God of Death. I am here to provide you with end-of-life care and comfort."

Miss Sloth untied the straps, opened the notebook, let it float in front of her, pulled out a black feather pen from the middle, and let it stand on the old yellow paper of the notebook.

Then she gently placed her hand on the other's forehead: "Your name...Dauel, it turns out that the difficult childbirth and old injuries caused the fatal injury. What a pity."

"According to the statistics in the Death Note, among the troll tribe, 10 out of every 100 pregnant women die during childbirth."

"You are a warrior, Daeul. Facing the threat of death, you did not retreat. You fought bravely, and your courage is remembered by everyone. Your pursuit of a new life is also respectable. Death is not the end of everything, but another beginning."

"Daoul, do not hesitate, do not despair, and do not be sad."

Miss Sloth spoke softly, slowly soothing the pain on the troll's face with her hands: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, when you wake up, I will take you into a new world..."

At this moment, a skinny troll suddenly rushed in from outside. The skinny troll brought a skeleton with him, and he shouted and pushed away the other trolls in front of him: "Get out of the way! Daeul can still be saved, there is still hope!!"

The skeleton man stood still, touching the female troll's neck and chest with his bony hands, with faint green fire burning in his eye sockets.

It said: "Complications of lacerations and old internal injuries, as well as blood disorders... Use [Quick-Acting Heart-Saving Pills] first."

The skinny troll quickly pulled out a crystal bottle and hurriedly poured out the pills for the female troll to take.

"Make sure to rehydrate the patient. Then, you can apply the [hemostatic ointment] now."

"Yeah, that's it. Don't worry. Keep feeding the [Blood Replenishing Pill]. Just one will do."

"Let me see, the condition has stabilized, the body is no longer cold, and the heartbeat and breathing have become stronger... For safety reasons, you should take another [God-praying Pill]. Although this pill is used on the battlefield, it can now stimulate the patient's whole body activity, reduce pain, and enhance his confidence and will to recover."

The skeleton man calmly gave orders one by one and checked the patient's real-time condition.

It skillfully sutured the female troll's torn wound, then raised its hand, and the green light in its hand enveloped the female troll, causing its originally tense and painful face to gradually relax.

Miss Sloth watched helplessly as the death process of the dead troll dropped from 98% to 70%.

This...means that the trolls can't die.

Then all my work today was in vain! Miss Sloth glared at the Skeleton Man.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

You bastard!

Damn this Skeleton Doctor! He actually destroyed other people's precious fruits of labor! The Skeleton Doctor continued to instruct: "Its symptoms are still serious. The damage to the internal organs is irreversible, and the lacerations will also have a long-term impact on the body. And the problem with the blood cannot be treated under the conditions here, unless we find the blood goblins from the Blood Hill."

"At present, the patient needs to rest more. Ms. Daul cannot do heavy work, but she can get out of bed and move around properly after her wounds heal. Keep an eye on her condition at any time. Come to me if you have any questions. Also, for childbirth, please find a doctor like us, and don't follow the traditional dangerous methods. Although the trolls are physically strong, giving birth to extraordinary beings is never an easy task."

The skinny troll next to him kept nodding excitedly: "Yes, yes, you are right! I am a fool, I am a fool!"

It slapped itself twice: "Thank you!!! Thank you for saving my wife! Thank you, thank you God Yao!! "

The other trolls cheered.

“Alive, alive!!”

"Too amazing, you are worthy of being the Yao clan's doctor!"

"It was really dangerous. If it were in the past, he would not have been saved."

…

Miss Laziness stared at the Skeleton Doctor fiercely, wishing she could burn him into pieces of bones with her eyes.

But in the end she just crossed the Death Note and rushed to the next house.

Although it was very unpleasant, there was no reason to attack the other party.

Doctors are competitors who steal business from the God of Death.

Soon, Miss Sloth arrived at the next area with a strong death reaction.

Fortunately, no other doctors were seen this time, because the aura of death was everywhere and the doctors could not keep up with the speed of death.

The dying man was a skeleton soldier, sitting quietly on a chair, wearing an old armor covered with scars. The skeleton dog lay beside his legs, and as if aware of something, it nervously ran around its master, jumping and swishing its bony tail.

Miss Sloth walked gently to the side of the skeleton soldier and placed her hand on his cold skull.

The skull of the deceased was covered with cracks.

Miss Sloth closed her eyes and saw all the memories before her death.

As a fragile undead, it participated in a lot of battles. Its first battle was against the cursed insect swarm, and then it encircled and suppressed illegal demons. Finally, it was sent here - this world called [Traveler].

Not long ago, it was seriously injured in a sudden large-scale meteorite shower. The cause of death was neither heroic nor story-telling.

This is how most deaths occur.

Miss Sloth whispered: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, and when you wake up, I will take you into a new world..."

The dying skeleton soldier said, "Beautiful lady Death, don't lie to me. I have been educated in school, and I know that the dead like us will completely dissipate after dying again, just like crushed stones, returning to nature."

“…”

This is indeed true.

But in most cases, dying people are always willing to believe beautiful lies rather than cruel and cold facts.

Miss Sloth can only say: "Don't be sad, death is the end of all things."

"I'm not sad. My life was wonderful but not glamorous. But I witnessed many important moments of the Yao Clan and the Resurrection Kingdom. I saw the scourge-like cursed insects retreat in front of our army. I saw our bone dragons block out the sky and defend our dignity and territory. I overcame the high pressure of the world's rules and came to this new world. I helped many people. I saw the scenery that my ancestors had never seen in their lives. I am very satisfied."

"It's just that my stupid dog, can you help me find an owner for it? It would be great if you could. It's stupid and clumsy, not the kind of guy that people like, but it's a loyal companion, just like my family, it will always stay by my side."

The skeleton soldier moved his fingers. He was already very weak.

The crack in its skull cannot be repaired or healed. Unlike flesh and blood, the deceased is fragile and it is difficult to heal injuries.

The skeleton warrior raised his head, and looked up with his dark eye sockets: "Great Lord Yao, goodbye. May the Yao clan prosper forever, and the fire of civilization never go out."

"Miss Death, I wish you all the best, and I hope I haven't caused you any trouble."

The faint consciousness in the skeleton soldier's skull gradually disappeared, and a ball of light and shadow emerged from its body, disappearing in a flash.

Miss Sloth grabbed the black feather pen that was writing automatically and wrote down the symbols she saw.

The skeleton dog pushed the skeleton man's legs in his armor hard, making a clanging sound.

It opened its upper and lower jaws and made a barking sound.

But it didn't know that the master who had been with it for many years would never respond to it again.

"Then you can just follow me for now."

Miss Sloth touched the skeleton dog's head and said to it, "Your family has embraced death and entrusted you to me."

The skeleton dog just barked at her.

"Don't beg me, I can't do anything."

Miss Sloth slung the Death Note across her shoulder: "Death is like this. We can only accept its existence and arrival. If you want to know where it went, then follow me. The goddess may tell you something."

The skeleton dog then left reluctantly.

As Miss Laziness went out, she ran into a skeleton doctor. When the doctor saw the scene inside, he was stunned at first, and then sighed.

"Damn it! I could have used the latest potion to save him! I should have treated the last patient faster..."

Miss Laziness couldn't help feeling strange.

The people here are neither afraid nor desperate about death. They are trying every possible way to fight death and are not afraid at all.

It suddenly occurred to her.

What they follow is a super god who has 4 billion faiths. Perhaps this is the confidence that comes with being a top god.

(End of this chapter)