The Deceased God's Spirit World Miss

Chapter 33 Part 1 - Met

The air here was clear. So clear it felt as if you could see for hundreds of kilometers with nothing in the way. It was almost so clear it seemed cold. If a rock climber were to see the air here he would think that he were at the top of the greatest mountain in the world. The only difference would be that he wouldn't be hard of breath. This would surprise him. As air as clear as this can only be thin and in thin air it is difficult to breath. That was, of course, considering a rock climber could find his way here in the first place…

Air so clear it made one shiver, grasses so green the color looked solid, a lack of trees and few buildings left nature at it’s finest. It was like the whole world from left to right was simply one large field of calf-deep grasses and plants. But on the edge stood a single pavilion. Sitting right up against a stream.

On the other side was simply… more wide open field. It truly did seem as if in the whole world there was only that one and only pavilion. And in it, five people conversing with one another. The pavilion was large enough that each of them could lay down in the table, the small table on the side taking up not even 1/4th the space of the pavilion, and still have room to spread their arms wide and legs apart. Just laying on the table. But the space seemed of no consequence of these people. Light conversation and, every once in a while, the tinkle of laughter flitted through the air.

A beautiful and curvaceous woman appeared inside of the pavilion. “Masters,” she greeted politely, bowing. As she did so her large chest moved with her, her thin arm nearly disappearing between them. Despite this, even the most lecherous of looking men didn’t even spare her a glance. “I have met her.”