Chapter 222: Wonderland – 25

Chapter 222: Wonderland – 25

It was said that even after a person died, they didn’t immediately disappear.

Even after the flame of life extinguished, there remained residual thoughts containing the spiritual information of the person such as memories, emotions, and will.

They clustered together like iron filings drawn to a magnet, forming a powder-like substance.

However, no matter how well these thoughts were gathered, without the framework of a ‘body,’ they tended to crumble like a sandcastle.

Memories, emotions, and will, they all grew fainter over time.

That was why the souls in Wonderland sought the audience’s reactions.

By showcasing their talents on stage and receiving applause and cheers, they could affirm themselves and maintain their identities.

It was said that it usually took about 20 years for a soul entering here to forget their name.

But through performances, that period could be extended to 50, even 100 years.

But nothing in this world was eternal.

It only delayed the inevitable, not prevented it.

Eventually, the iron filings would fall away, leaving only the magnet.

And so, the empty husk of a soul, its essence extinguished, departed to embrace a new life.

That was what the magicians referred to as the cycle of souls.

“So, how many years have you been here?”

At Ella’s question, I provided a suitable number.

“About 17, 18 years, I suppose?”

Enough to be able to casually brush off questions about memories from my past life, if she were to ask.

She listened and then made a rueful expression.

“Well, then, you don’t have much time left. But can you afford to be so lazy? If you want to maintain yourself, you need to work hard in the performances.”

“I’ve said it before. You can delay it, but you can’t stop it. Is there really a need to make an effort to extend a few more years?”

My response seemed to displease her, judging by the look on her face.

“Do you have no family or anything?”

At her question, I thought of my deceased parents.

They were the ones who had fallen for the scam of a cult promising to heal their son’s body, working themselves to the bone only to end up passing away.

Logically, there was no way a cult could miraculously heal limbs, but...

But parents of severely disabled children often found themselves emotionally vulnerable, clinging to false hopes like that.

And the cults knew exactly how to exploit those vulnerabilities.

“Sir?”

“Ah, I’m sorry. I spaced out for a moment there. Family... Well, currently, I don’t have any.”

She glanced at me for a moment, then averted her gaze to the floor.

“...Sorry. I asked something unnecessary.”

“Haha, no need to apologize. This is the afterlife, after all. Death is the number one topic for clowns when they have nothing else to talk about.”

My words elicited a chuckle from her.

“Oh, really? That might actually be true... Oh, look, Lumie is coming.”

A fairy without wings entered the theatre’s entrance, carrying fruit juice in both hands.

I didn’t mind, but the two people with physical bodies needed to consume nutrients.

Fortunately, this place was a theatre that provided free drinks.

“What were you talking about?”

“We were talking about the extinction of souls.”

My answer seemed to irk Lumie.

“Idiot. You’re supposed to make the customers happy. Why talk about such gloomy stuff?”

“She was curious after seeing that.”

I gestured to the banners hung up in the theatre.

There, it stated that a puppeteer with 70 years of experience in Wonderland had written and directed today’s play.

Puppeteers tended to stay in Wonderland longer than other acrobats.

Perhaps because their true persona was not the ethereal bodies but the puppets themselves.

“Ah.”

Lumie’s expression changed slightly as she read the panel below.

It listed the script and the name of the writer responsible for it.

I looked at her, sensing something in her reaction.

“Do you know them?”

“Huh? Oh, well, it was just a casual acquaintance, that’s all.”

She quickly regained her composure and sipped her fruit juice through a straw.

“Has it been long since they passed away?”

“17 years.”

In her words, I detected a deeper meaning, and I turned to look at her.

She nodded, confirming my suspicion.

“Yeah. They died in the accident at the 2nd Circus Grand Prix.”

“...Come to think of it, there must be quite a few people here who passed away then.”

“Still about two hours left.”

“Do you want to watch more of the performance?”

“Well, I do... but... wouldn’t it be late if we don’t leave now?”

I shook my head as if to say not to worry about it.

“Anyway, if we use the paid ticket, we’ll be moved right in front of the theatre.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. Of course. There’s still plenty of time left, so let’s watch a little more and then go.”

“Okay. I want to reserve tickets!”

At her shout, the Ticketer appeared in the air.

He was dressed the same as before, but he looked like a different middle-aged man.

“According to the algorithm, may I recommend something similar to what you just watched?”

“No, I’ll tag it myself.”

I interjected, inserting my head between the two.

“Are you going to see Taming after all?”

“No, I’ll search for ‘Monster Circus’!”

She said so and flashed us an embarrassed smile.

“I want to see Wonderland’s performance too. After all, I’m the deputy Director of the Monster Circus. I want to help the members... and the head.”

Her noble words left me speechless.

“You really have to be nice to this one.”

Lumie whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

Monster Circus.

As the head of the group, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of that.

If I watched the show here, I might find something helpful.

But the Ticketer, after finishing the search, shook her head slightly with a gloomy expression.

“Sorry, there are no performances registered with that tag.”

“Why?”

She asked, pressing further.

Indeed, it was strange.

The Monster Circus was an essential part of circus history.

It was the beginning of modern circuses to carry bizarre creatures in mobile wagons as attractions.

Magicians who performed at banquets, acrobats who showed off their skills on the streets, actors who acted in theatres, and jesters who entertained in palaces all joined later.

Of course, there were several reasons why there might not be a Monster Circus here.

“Maybe everyone here is indifferent to appearances after leaving their bodies?”

“Besides, this place is frequented by fairies and demons. Even if they look scary, wouldn’t it be difficult to gather an audience as Monster Circus?”

“Oh, then if our members come here, will they become unemployed?”

Ella shrugged helplessly.

“Can’t help it. Let’s watch something else. Since I chose last time, let’s let the old man and sister choose now. What do you want to watch?”

“I prefer something action-packed.”

“I prefer something with lots of singing!”

I chose ‘The Enemy Meets on a Suspension Bridge.’

It was a performance that coincidentally depicted a brawl between people with grudges meeting on a suspension bridge.

Starting with just two people, the story later involved acquaintances and passers-by, with over 20 acrobats holding each other and tumbling on the suspension bridge.

In the end, amusingly, they all fell into the river and were rescued by a passing fisherman.

“53%!”

Lumie chose ‘The Madness Kitchen,’ a play about chefs preparing a banquet in the kitchen, full of chaos, using cooking utensils and food in a unique way.

With every swing of the knife, colourful ingredients flew into the air, and pizza dough, which seemed to be several meters long, flew across the stage like a disk.

Every time flames rose from the pan, cheers and applause erupted.

“67%!”

Leaving the theatre, Lumie looked at me with a triumphant expression.

“Hah, I chose the higher one. Seems like you have no eye for viewing compared to your scriptwriting skills.”

I said with a slightly annoyed voice.

“What you chose, Lumie, was a paid performance.”

“Oh, then let’s make a bet later. Who chooses the higher one.”

“Okay, let’s do it.”

When we came out after watching the third performance, there was now less than five minutes until the execution time.

We purchased tickets from the Tickter and tore them along the dotted line, not surprised that the scenery around us suddenly distorted since we had used it once before.

Our bodies moved to the judicial theatre in the central square.

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