I will never give in to Miss Death

I am an orphan without parents, and I have been bullied since childhood. I finally graduated from college, found a job, and came back to write novels. Then I lost my job and my novel website went bankrupt. It seemed good to end my life like this, so I wouldn't have to worry about making a living.

"I changed my mind. Do I have to say it a third time?"

However, the Death Girl did not appreciate it. She signaled with her eyes to a headless corpse not far behind her and said, "Becoming a woman is a punishment for your disrespect at that time. Rather than letting a guy like you go free directly, I want to see you struggle with this little girl's appearance... hehe."

Under the dim light, the girl in front of me smiled very morbidly.

It's over. I have to deal with a guy with a mental illness...

I felt my heart sink a lot.

"Miss, I like your personality very much. You are a bit yandere, very two-dimensional, and your suggestions are also very good..."

Facing this lady of death who was full of oppression, I pretended to be brave and said, "But I refuse."

"As an uncle, what I love most in my life is to say No to powerful people, especially women!"

Then, I acted like, "I'm lying down, do whatever you want with me." I said, "At worst, I'll just die again."

"You can't die. This body is immortal, but you will still have the feelings you should have."

The Death Girl maintained that slightly sickly smile, and she gestured at the computer behind me: "I'll give you a task. I'll come here again in three days. During these three days, please take care of the novel issue, sign contracts if necessary, or go out and find a part-time job, and pay the rent. If you still don't have a job when I come back, or even can't pay the rent..."

"how?"

I still looked like a loser: "I'm not even afraid of death, so why would I be afraid of the threat of Miss Death?"

"Oh? Do you think that as the god of death you mentioned, I only have the ability to take other people's lives?"

The other person laughed even more happily: "This world... there are many things more terrible than death. Do you want to try it?"

"What's there?"

I said awkwardly in my cute little loli voice, "I'm all ears."

"For example, send your browser browsing history from the past few years to your former classmates, good friends, or colleagues, including what websites you visited, what you read, and your posts on some special forums."

The Death Girl slowly came in front of me and said in a voice like a devil from hell: "Of course, many people may think that this is nothing, since they are already dead and don't care what others think. But you are different. When the time comes, I can bring you to these classmates, colleagues, and friends and tell them everything you have done one by one, record by record. I believe you still remember what embarrassing things you have done in the past..."

Embarrassing thing? Browser history?!

"Lord Death, I am wrong. My God...my...Jerusalem, I mean, please forgive my rudeness just now."

Hearing this, I almost subconsciously grabbed the girl's arm and begged, "You can ask me to do anything, but please don't publish the browser history..."

"Humph."

The Death Girl shook me off with disdain and stood up. "Then it's settled. You have three days to settle the issue of the novel contract and the rent. If you can't do it after three days... The browser history is just an appetizer. I have plenty of ways to torture you."

"Yes Yes Yes."

I felt a cold sweat on my forehead and instantly realized the seriousness of the situation: "I must work hard to live!"

"That's pretty much it."

The Death Girl walked to one side, grabbed the headless corpse with one hand, and grabbed the head that rolled to the other side with the other hand.

"Uh... the God of Death."

Seeing this, I asked tentatively, "Look, since I already know I'm wrong, and we've agreed on a solution to the problem, why don't we just talk about girls' bodies? Can you change me back?"

"What are you thinking about? Your previous body is already dead. I need to take this back to report."

The Death Girl shook the uncle's head in her hand, expressionless: "You will always look like that from now on. This is a body that I spent 9,999 years of magic power to create for you. Other boring mortals don't have this treatment."

After saying that, the girl controlled the sickle to create a crack in the air, and jumped in with the body and head of the man I had seen before.

"Remember, if you fail to complete the task in three days, I believe that you and I will be very happy then, hehe..."

The crack closed and silence returned to the huge room.

"..."

……

No, Uncle 003 is dead!

With the departure of the Death Girl, the huge room fell into silence again.

I sat in the computer chair for several minutes, barely coming to my senses from the series of events just now. I stretched out my hand and raised it to my chest.

The fingers on this pair of hands are slender and soft, the skin is white and delicate, the flesh under the nails is a healthy pink, and there are no scars or blemishes on the whole pair, as clean as a perfect jade artifact.

"Pa pa" twice, I slapped my chubby little face.

It hurts, it’s not a dream…

My eyes moved to my chest.

It was only slightly bulging, and the surrounding skin was just as soft as cream and as white as first snow, almost exactly the same as that of a newborn baby, and looked very cute.

Then there is the flat belly and the legs with elegant and round curves without any fat.

There is no doubt that they are the little girl's legs, which are very slender, and even the pair of small feet are particularly small. It is estimated that an adult can hold them with one hand. Under the soft light, the two small feet are white and rosy, and the ten toes are like playful pearls in soft shells, which are particularly attractive.

Oh my god... Is this my body? Is this child an adult?

I tried to straighten my instep and planned to get off the chair first, but then I discovered a rather embarrassing fact - even if I straightened my legs while sitting on the chair, I couldn't reach the ground.

I bought this computer chair when I graduated. At that time, I could easily step on the ground with my height of 1 meters. Now that I have become a girl, do I have to "jump" to get off the chair? !

hateful!

Feeling depressed, I estimated the position of the slippers below me on the chair for a few seconds, and then jumped down with a "pop".

"Alas--"

As soon as the delicate soles of my feet came into contact with the adult slippers, I felt a strange sensation and I couldn't help but scream out.

This body is too sensitive!

The size 43 slippers I bought at the supermarket a few years ago are not comfortable at all on my feet now. They are very, very big. I need to pull the shoes with almost every step I take. Judging from the size of my little feet, I estimate that my height is probably less than meters at this time...

I barely made it to the wardrobe in the corner of the room. I looked at the wardrobe with a handle that just reached my forehead, and raised my hand to open it, feeling both amused and helpless.

I definitely don't have women's clothing in my closet, but I can find one or two pieces of clothing that cover my body. Even though that stinking death god asked me to sign a contract to write, I can't just sit in front of the computer and type naked, right? That would be too lewd!

The underwear...is too big. The shorts...is too big. The jeans...is still too big.

It's no use forcing it tight with a belt, because my body is too small now and I can't wear most adult clothes.

Finally, after searching for many suitable clothes without success, I could only put a large T-shirt on my head and returned to my computer desk.

This T-shirt is very loose for me now, it can cover half of my thighs. When I wear it, my shoulders are loose, most of my snow-white collarbone is exposed, and the space underneath is also empty. However, it can be used as an oversized "dress".

"Damn it, you mere god of death, just wait for me, don't bully me because I'm poor! I won't give in!"

After changing my clothes, I jumped back onto the chair, slightly adjusted the height and angle, held the mouse which was now much bigger for my small hand, and opened QQ.

[I've read the beginning and outline of your novel. We cannot sign a contract based on our current standards.]

To my surprise, the editor of the largest light novel website, “Melon Bag Light Novel”, sent me a message three minutes ago, which contained a long paragraph:

[The main problem with the novel is that there are too many descriptions of scenery at the beginning, too many characters appear, there is no focus for a long time, and it does not create a "sense of anticipation" for the readers. Generally speaking, this and the protagonist's golden finger are both indispensable at the beginning of a novel, but you have neither.]

[Secondly, your later plot seems a bit too "poisonous". Novel authors serve the general readers, so we have to write some plots that most readers can accept. The experience of your protagonist in the second chapter seems to be more discouraging. It's not that you can't write similar plots. After you write it, you have to let readers know that the protagonist will get slapped in the face later. You didn't create a sense of expectation here, and the story rhythm is also poor.]

[If you have decided to sign the contract here, please change all the above, delete the scenery description at the beginning, and the dialogues that are irrelevant to the main plot, and start directly from the eighth paragraph where the protagonist appears, and then change the subsequent plot. Send it to me after the changes are made and I will help you take a look again.]

"..."

So detailed!

I spent a full five minutes reading the reply from the editor named "Rabbit" five or six times. After making sure that I was not seeing things, I moved the mouse to the dialog box with trembling hands and clicked it.

"Clap clap clap."

As my hands have become much smaller, the keyboard on the desktop is much larger than my current size, which has affected my typing speed and feel. However, this does not affect my excitement at this moment. It took me less than half a minute to quickly type [Thank you, editor, I will modify it now] in the chat box with "Rabbit" and pressed the Enter key.

Sure enough...the rumors on the Internet are true.

This "most beautiful girl editor of Honeydew Bag" is indeed very responsible to the author. She even read my manuscript, which was rejected by several websites, in such depth and offered suggestions for revision.

You know, for the websites I submitted my works to before, the better editors replied with either "unable to sign a contract" or "does not meet the standards of our website", while the ones with worse attitudes directly replied with "your article is too toxic" and "what kind of thing is this?" Only the editor of Miguabao Light Novel not only pointed out the problems at the beginning of my novel, but also roughly told me the direction of revision.

There is hope!

As long as I can sign the contract, half of my financial problems will be solved.

Today is May 5nd. I signed the contract today, and there are nearly thirty days left until the end of this month. During these thirty days, I will receive some small gifts for my new book. I have gotten used to cooking at home during this period of time. I have stored a lot of rice and eggs at home. As long as I can earn around three hundred yuan a month, food will definitely not be a problem.

Then the only thing I need to take care of is the rent...

"Didi dididi——"

Shortly after I sent a message to the editor of the Miguabao light novel website, QQ showed that I was pulled into a new group chat by a friend - the Yaedo Author Rights Protection Group.

【Uncle is coming】

【Uncle! I've been waiting for you! 】

As soon as I joined the group, several chat messages popped up in this obviously newly established group chat.

I know most of these people in the group. They were authors of the novel website I used to work for and we had the same editor. My previous author ID was “Uncle Loves Lolita”, and people who are familiar with me like to call me Uncle directly.

Yaedo Novel was the novel website that owed us one month's royalties and then went bankrupt.

The reason why I was in such a mess this month was because I thought I would have the royalties to pay the rent but ended up not having them.

【what happened? 】

After taking a quick look at the group members, I responded to the message that mentioned me: [What are you doing? ]

Someone sent a message: [Uncle, I remember you are from Kamihama City, right? ]

I replied: [I do live in Kamihama City, what's wrong? ]

[That's perfect. The boss of Yaedo Novels is in Kamihama. We have already discussed with several authors and will go to your place tomorrow. There will be at least 20 of us, all old friends. Let's get together.]

[Yes, yes, yes, let’s get together and ask the boss for the royalties]

[We have been writing books together for such a long time, but we haven’t met offline yet. Uncle used to be the most active in the group, so please don’t stand me up, okay? We will get the royalties together after we meet, and those who don’t come will not get any! ]

【Then I must go! 】

Seeing that I could get my royalties back, I typed in the chat box without even thinking: [You guys decide the location, and once you’ve decided, just send a group announcement]

[OK, uncle is waiting for you to say this. ]

[Well, I'll go change the beginning of the novel first, you guys chat]

When I thought about getting the contract and getting my royalties back, two things that had been a headache for me an hour ago were now perfectly solved, I happily stretched out in my computer chair.

"Ugh..."

Then, I heard my own voice at this moment.

A soft and cute voice that is authentically that of a little girl.

Wait, that's not right.

Meet offline?!

Realizing what I had said, I quickly re-opened the "Yaedo Author Rights Protection Group"——

[See, I told you that the uncle is straightforward. Kamihama City is a super city. It will be much better to have a local to lead the way.]

[I remember the uncle said before that he was almost 30, is he really an uncle? ]

[What unrealistic fantasies are you harboring? Did the novelist get stupid? I've read the uncle's book, and judging by the way he describes it, he's a real tough guy.]

[Haha, I'm just asking casually. I might be there around 12 noon tomorrow. The uncle is the key figure in our operation.]

"..."

Well, brothers, I take back what I just said, "I will definitely go"... is it too late?

No. 004 I will never be angry

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!