I will never give in to Miss Death

I will never give in to Miss Death

Author: Bi Yiyi

Summary:

"Are you awake? Congratulations on becoming a girl. I won't let you die so easily."

"Someone has given me a reward, so I will update ten chapters today at least. If there is a typo, I will add another ten thousand. If you can't finish it, you can handle it yourself."

"I've been busy lately, so I might come here for dinner tonight. Remember to make two servings."

"I bought you two new little skirts. Wear them well. The weather has turned cold recently. Don't catch a cold."

"I'll stay here tonight, keep the bed warm."

"..."

——Today’s pet girl is also fighting against Miss Death.

Volume 1: Raise the flag of rebellion against Miss Death!

No, 001 This kind of thing is definitely very strange!

[After our review, your book does not meet the contract standards. Please try to modify the text or transfer it to other editors]

[Hello, your book does not meet our contract standards]

[Cannot sign contract]

[Your opening sentence poisoned me. I couldn’t understand what you wrote and I couldn’t sign the contract.]

……

Ahhhhh——

In the dim rental apartment, I looked at the reply after reply on the screen, scratching my head frantically.

why!

I think my writing is pretty good, so why did all the editors on the websites reject my manuscripts? I can’t even afford to pay for my rent, let alone food!

Just when I was at a loss, the phone next to the computer lit up and a prompt popped up saying "You have received a new message."

Someone actually sent me a message?

It must be that one of his college or high school classmates got rich, or was told that his father was a super war god and his grandfather was the head of a billion-dollar consortium, and was giving money all over the world, and he thought of me, his poor old classmate.

With such hope, I swiped the screen of my phone and opened the new message——

[Payment reminder: Dear user, your phone balance is insufficient. We will reserve a 24-hour answering function for you. Please pay as soon as possible...]

The moment I saw this message, I felt like a single Husky who had eaten Laotan pickled cabbage instant noodles with Shuanghui ham and had just finished reading the news. An unknown feeling of bitterness and sorrow lingered in my heart, echoing in the empty valley, and the sorrow lasted for a long time.

Before I could come to my senses, my phone rang again, notifying me of a new message:

[Dear tenant of Room 3, Building 301, Snail House Apartment, hello, your rent for this period (2022.05.01 to 2022.06.01) totals 850.00 yuan, which is overdue for 1 day. If you fail to pay the rent within 3 days after the due date, the system will shut off the water and electricity supply. Please pay as soon as possible.]

Well, now I'm at my wits' end.

After reading the text message, I opened my Alipay and online banking with trembling hands.

The Alipay balance is 1.5 yuan and the bank card balance is 300.5 yuan.

That 300 yuan was my last bit of stubbornness.

I am an online novel writer. Originally, I planned to use 300 yuan to get through this half month, write a novel with some success, and then sign a contract as soon as possible, so that I don’t have to worry about living expenses next month.

As Forrest Gump said, life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get.

I was not a professional novelist before. After graduating from college, I found a proper job, rented a house, worked during the day and updated my novels at night. I don’t know if it was my sincerity in updating on time every day that impressed the novel editor or if I really had a certain talent for writing, but my first novel was soon signed and I had two salaries.

However, the good times did not last long. As the world economy entered a great depression, many local physical businesses could no longer sustain themselves. My boss first claimed that he owed me one month's salary and would pay it next time. He then said that the company was short of funds and delayed the payment for another month. Finally, he simply blocked a large group of our employees, disbanded the work group, ran away with my sister-in-law, and cancelled the company.

I was cheated into using all the money I saved from work to pay the rent, and now I can only rely on the royalties from my part-time book writing to live. I plan to take it easy for a while before looking for another job.

To make matters worse, just when I thought I could get by for a week or two with the thousand yuan a month in royalties, the website I wrote my book for... went bankrupt.

The royalties were supposed to be paid this month, with some left over to pay the rent, but they're gone just like that.

I cut off all my financial resources.

With no other options left, I immediately started an emergency money-making plan. I submitted my resume in front of the computer in the morning, went out to look for places that provided free food and rent in the afternoon, and harassed editors of major websites at night, which eventually led to the scene at the beginning.

"Now, editors of famous novel websites have basically responded to the manuscripts, and the only thing left is..."

Under the pale light, I nervously stared at the only editor avatar on the computer who had not replied to the message.

She is the editor of the largest two-dimensional novel website "Meiguabao Light Novel" and is called "Meiguabao's No. 1 Beautiful Girl Editor" by the authors. It is said that she is very serious, responsible and gentle to every author, so many newcomers will submit their works to this editor.

Please, even if it doesn't work, at least give me some hints about where the shortcomings are so I can make some changes...

I can do anything as long as I can sign the contract...

While waiting, I could even hear my own heartbeat. My breathing became more rapid and my vision started to become blurry.

"Your time has come."

In a trance, I heard such a voice.

Turning around, I saw a girl wearing a black robe, holding a sickle, wearing a hood and with an indifferent face standing next to my computer desk.

What the hell, when did a girl start living in my room?

Although I was confused, I still answered instinctively: "Wait a minute, I'm writing a novel. I'll talk to you after my editor finishes reviewing the manuscript."

"Are you writing a novel?"

I heard the girl next to me say, "Let me see."

I grabbed the mouse and opened the document on the desktop.

"..."

The girl next to me was silent, and seemed to be looking up the novel I wrote.

"The beginning is long-winded, the sense of anticipation is not built up, and the outline is also incomprehensible. You wrote a shitty novel. Even a chicken can write better than you if I sprinkle rice on the keyboard."

After reading for less than half a minute, the girl straightened up in disgust: "Okay, no need to wait, your book is bound to fail, let's go."

"wrong."

Only then did I come to my senses: "Who are you? How did you get in?"

"Do you even need to ask?"

The girl took off her hood, revealing a pretty face: "Death, I'll take your life."

I was horrified: "I'm going to die?"

"You work 996 hours a day, and you write books until late at night. This month, you only sleep less than 4 hours a day. If you don't die, who will die?"

The girl said impatiently: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, follow me, and I will tell you my last words on the way."

"Is he really dead?"

After realizing what happened, I was briefly nervous and then breathed a sigh of relief. I thought that since I was going to die anyway, there was nothing to be afraid of. I suddenly became bolder and somehow got close to this beautiful girl who called herself the god of death.

"Any wish is acceptable? Then can you be my girlfriend? One day... No, even an hour is fine. I've never had a girlfriend until I died. Although your breasts are a little small, it's not impossible for you to be my first and last girlfriend..."

Before I could finish my words, the young lady next to me who called herself the Grim Reaper seemed to be stimulated by something. She swung the sickle in her hand towards my neck with a "whoosh". The speed was so fast that it was like a kitten whose tail was scratched.

Eh?

The world was spinning and I felt like my head was flying off.

No, that's not right, it really flew out... I was chopped!

"I changed my mind."

In a trance, with only my head left, I saw the Grim Reaper girl slowly walking in front of me, and her little feet wrapped in black stockings stepped directly on my head.

"You want a girlfriend? You dislike girls with small breasts? Hehehe..."

As she stepped on me, the beautiful little face of the Death Girl was filled with a sickly smile, and the dim light reflected circles of halos above her head.

"Let me let you taste this flavor for yourself..."

Then, my world fell into darkness.

"..."

……

No, 002 There is nothing to be afraid of.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself sitting back in front of the computer desk.

In front of me is a familiar computer screen and above my head is a dim light.

I could feel the "thump, thump" sound of my little heart beating in my chest and the engines of cars passing outside the window. I could breathe and move normally. Apart from the fact that the room was eerily quiet, nothing seemed to be unusual.

Huh...it was indeed an illusion.

I breathed a sigh of relief quietly in the chair.

I told you, the things about Miss Death and having their heads chopped off are all fake.

I am such an ordinary person, a middle-aged man...right, how could I have the honor to meet such a beautiful Miss Death?

Just when I was secretly breathing a sigh of relief and was about to click on the QQ in the lower right corner to check out the comments of the editor of "Migua.com" on the beginning of my novel, the unusual tingling sensation in my shoulders and neck when I turned my head made me exclaim "Hmm?"

When did my hair get so long?

Tilting my head slightly, I took a look at my long hair, which was as fine as silk, hanging behind my snow-white and delicate shoulders.

This waterfall-like hair that only appears on little girls in cartoons is now quietly draped behind me, gently sticking to my creamy skin and flowing down like petals leaving a branch, spreading out at my buttocks, with a large part of it scattered on the computer chair.

Huh?

While I was in a daze, I noticed my hands out of the corner of my eye.

Are my hands so small?

The skin is like jade, soft as bone, white and tender, just like...

A girl's hand?

No, none of these are questions, why am I not wearing any clothes?!

This body... these... breasts, why...

"woke up?"

At this moment, accompanied by a creepy girl's voice, I felt the computer chair under me suddenly turn around -

The computer chair turned 180 degrees and stopped. I was turned to face the computer with my back to the computer. The Grim Reaper girl, who was not wearing shoes, had black stockings wrapped around her legs, and was wearing a black windbreaker and a black hood, grabbed the armrest of the chair with one hand and leaned down slightly. Her cute little face seemed to smile:

"Well, he even knows how to be afraid. It seems that he has adapted to his new body."

New...new body?

I lowered my head blankly, taking a look at my slightly bulging chest and flat belly, and then reflexively covered my lower body and chest with my hands as if I remembered something: "You, you, you...what are you going to do?"

The sound that came out of my mouth was like a lark, clear, lively and attractive, just like the heroine in those loli anime that I often watched.

The series of accidents made me feel like my brain was not enough.

"What? Didn't I tell you before? I changed my mind."

The Death Girl had a mysterious smile on her face, looking at me as if she were looking at some cute, shivering little animal: "Congratulations, little sister, now you can think of yourself as a girlfriend."

No, this is weird no matter how you think about it!

"You... ahem, um, Miss Death."

Ignoring the dilemma caused by my hands being unable to protect my body, I tried to say to this capricious Death Girl, "Well... didn't you say before that I was already dead? It was because of overtime, work, and not keeping a regular schedule that I died suddenly, right? In that case, can you forgive me for my idle talk as a dying person and take me away according to the procedure?"

Destroy it, I'm tired.