Nether City was still as quiet as usual.


    Death Mourners guard all the strongholds of the Nether City, the skeletal genies fall into a deep sleep to avoid energy loss, the resuscitated undead stay quietly in the barracks, and the undead workers are diligently moving bricks to farm...


    The whole city was silent like a mime.


    "There is no breath of another world...but why are there buildings that do not belong to the underworld."


    An inconspicuous place outside Nether City


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