I will never give in to Miss Death

Then Philo came and found me.

"Hurry up!"

Philo, holding a full set of maid costumes, squeezed in at a speed that I couldn't even catch. "Tell me how to wear this, it looks so gorgeous!"

"Eh?"

I was stunned in the locker room: "This...that...you, you don't know how to wear it?"

Isn't she a giant dragon? A dragon king who has lived for more than 7,000 years? How could she not even know how to put on clothes?!

"Human clothes are so troublesome, okay? I usually wear scale armor, and even if I wear it, it's the style over there."

Filo said seriously: "Besides, Xiaomo also mentioned that the styles of clothes in this world are very rich. Look at this, this..."

As she spoke, the girl in front of me showed me the maid outfit in the package: "This feels very soft to the touch. It must be made of high-quality silk or cloth. I'm afraid I'll accidentally damage it later."

"Since it's custom-made, it won't get damaged if I wear it normally..."

Although I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Filo's words, I still took her clothes and looked at the skirt, neck accessories and sleeves of this maid outfit: "Look, like this, just put it on directly, and after putting on this dress, wear this..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

I was interrupted before I could finish my words. This guy took off his clothes in the locker room and said, "I'm still scared. This... This is my first time working in a world with only humans. It would be terrible if something goes wrong. Can you help me?"

"you……"

I looked at Filo, who was now only left with a set of underwear, and was stunned for a while: "Are you really a dragon over 7,000 years old?"

Why does it feel like there is such a big gap between me and Xiaomo?

I mean the god form of Xiao Mo, or the "devil Mo".

When we were in the pirate cave before, the complete form of "Death Xiaomo" or "Devil Xiaomo" really gave people a feeling of oppression that completely crushed all living things.

This feeling of oppression is like when you are facing a huge monster in the wild, or seeing a king cobra suddenly stand up and spread its "wings" to attack you. It really makes people shudder instinctively, without even the slightest thought of resistance, and then they surrender to it involuntarily.

If that guy hadn't been pressing against Xiaomo's face and body at that time, I would have known in my heart that this person would not harm me, and I might have been so scared that I would have fallen to the ground.

Even though they are the same person and share memories, in terms of "temperament" alone, "Death God Mo" and Yin Xiamo are completely... incomparable.

It is said that Xiaomo has lived for more than 6,000 years. When she and the brave man found the black dragon Filo, Filo was already more than 1,000 years old. That is, Filo was born more than 1,000 years earlier than Xiaomo. In theory, she is her "sister" or "elder."

But why... the Filo in front of me seems to be just a little more talkative and active than the average girl?

Didn't Xiaomo say that the long-lived species in the other world would have "wear and tear"? Demon Mo was over 6,000 years old and could be an adult, but Filo was over 7,000 years old and looked like a young girl... It's not appropriate, right?

"Yeah, I'm 7,000 years old, what's the problem?"

In response to my question, Philo looked puzzled: "What does this have to do with clothes?"

"Logically speaking...if you're older, shouldn't you know more?"

I was a little embarrassed: "Look at the people on Earth... their life span is only about a hundred years, but here children in their teens can wear clothes..."

"Oh, I understand. Nuo'er is mocking me for being worse than a kid on Earth."

Philo came up behind me and made a gesture of "I'm going to punish you": "Noer is a bad boy, you must be tickled--"

As she said that, she actually started scratching my pigeon nest with her hands.

“Ahahahaha…don’t…don’t make trouble…I…I just…”

Girls' bodies are extremely sensitive, especially mine, a hybrid of an elf and a succubus that is still in its developmental stage. My armpits and waist are extremely sensitive, and I can't help but twist my body when I'm touched. "I'm really just curious why... Philo, you haven't been exposed to this for so many years..."

"That's right!"

Filo paused his hand gestures and said, "And don't compare me to that freak Xiaomo. We are different."

"Ok?"

I glanced at the ceiling of the bathroom next door.

From this angle, you can just see the vague shadow of Yin Xiamo across the street through the unconnected space above the second floor of the coffee shop.

"Is there anything special about Xiaomo?"

"This shouldn't be considered as something that Xiaomo prohibits. Let me briefly explain it to you."

Filo cleared his throat: "The first forbidden magic that Xiaomo learned was related to time."

"Eh?"

I was shocked: “Really?!”

Did I guess it right?

A reincarnation magician? Homura Akemi? Steins;Gate? Higurashi When They Cry?

Keep repeating a certain time period, until... you find the only parallel universe that can save the hero?

Or has my past self actually died countless times?

As expected, Xiaomo had done something similar!

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Although Momo didn't say it, I can roughly guess that the forbidden magic she practiced is related to the relative speed of time. And so far, only Momo has mastered that forbidden magic. You have to ask her about the specific effect."

Filo put his hands on his hips, "After the hero died, the whole world fell into chaos. Everyone generally believed that there was no chance of victory. This place would be devoured by the endless desires of the devil, and eventually the world would perish... Yesterday, I learned about the specific knowledge of this side of the earth with Momo. I know that there is also a gap between the rich and the poor here. Some people are born in Rome, and some are born as cattle and horses. The poor get poorer and the rich get richer. You know all this, right? Momo talked about it with me when she introduced the background of this world."

I nodded: "Yeah."

"This world is fair in that... Although some people are born rich, they will eventually die. Even if their wealth can be passed on to the next generation, the variables in ten or twenty years are too great. Most importantly, no matter how rich a person is, they cannot cause a devastating blow to the world's ecology. But our world is different."

Filo explained with his hands dancing, "There, magic is the most important wealth. Some people are born with excellent magic power and evil nature, and then they continue to absorb the wealth of the world and become stronger and stronger. You can understand that, right? There is no upper limit to magic power, and there is no upper limit to a person's strength. The Demon King is a long-lived species and has no concept of death. This leads to more and more magic power accumulating in him, and his ambition will become more and more inflated."

"Some magicians can summon hurricanes, some great mages can cause tsunamis by themselves, and the forbidden spell masters can destroy the world... When they reach the level of the Demon King, as long as he wants, it is not a problem for all the lives in the world to be destroyed. At that time, the hero's talent was praised as the one with the greatest hope of catching up with the Demon King, but the hero died."

At this point, Filo leaned close to my ear and lowered his voice: "The whole world is in despair, only Momo... has raised the banner of rebellion against the Demon King again."

"In order to surpass the Demon King, Momo's only choice is that time magic. It seems to have the ability to... make time relatively slow."

"To put it simply, don't underestimate Momo, she is only over 6,000 years old. If you take into account the time she has slowed down, her real age is very scary."

"got it?"

Finally, Philo patted my chest and said, "This is also the reason why your dear can become a god. She is still rational and chooses to use her clone to contact you here. If the real god comes... cough cough, Enuoer, your little body will be eaten up completely."

"Cough-cough-"

At this time, Yin Xiamo's dry cough was heard from the bathroom next door, followed by the girl's reproachful voice: "Don't tell these nonsense to children."

"Well, Nuo'er will have to deal with these things in the future anyway. You've put the 'coordinates' there. By then, besides a certain flat-chested angel, more and more people will definitely notice your absence. Even if Nuo'er doesn't go back, the former heroes' harems will definitely run here. It won't hurt for her to learn more about the other world."

Filo, who was only wearing underwear, said to the bathroom next door: "Then I will briefly explain to her the concept of time between the immortal species in the other world and ordinary people?"

"..."

Yin Xiamo didn't say anything else, as if she agreed.

"Then Nuoer, let me tell you why I, a person who has lived for thousands of years, would not wear clothes like this."

Philo picked up the little skirt and said, "First of all, the clothing design on Earth, whether in style or concept, is much more fashionable than that over there, and it should have been developed for hundreds of years. There is no such technology tree over there in the other world. Basically, clothes are just wearable and suitable for hunting. The mainstream thinking of people over there is different... They pay more attention to 'self' rather than 'righteousness' like here. The existence of magic makes everyone busy practicing magic and improving themselves, because only when you become strong can you avoid being killed by others. But here on Earth is very strange. When your scientists develop new things, they actually share them with everyone for use."

"Secondly, although I have lived for thousands of years, my knowledge is similar to that of ordinary people who are only a few hundred years old. The elves like to travel and play in the mountains and rivers. If you tell them where there is a river near the Elf Tree, how many stones there are in the river, how many crabs there are near the stones, when and at what time of the day these crabs will appear, and how much soil they eat, the elves will definitely tell you clearly. But if you ask them to introduce the newly made maces in the orc village, they definitely don't know."

"We dragons prefer to sleep because of our huge bodies and high energy consumption. Sometimes, we spend 99% of our time sleeping in ten years. Even if we wake up, we just walk around, yawn, and go back to sleep. Long-lived species all have a problem called 'wear and tear'. If we are like Xiaomo, who is a demon and lives the way humans do, we will become tired of the world within a thousand years."

"For example, a bee only lives for one or two months. From birth to the time it grows wings, it can quickly adapt to the environment around the hive and remember the locations of all the plants and nectar around it within a few days. A human lifespan of several hundred years is equivalent to longevity for a bee, right? If a bee thinks about humans from the perspective of a bee, it must think... a 200-year-old human has a lifespan times longer than its own, so it must already know the location of all the nectar on the entire earth. That's the logic."

"The same goes for Nuo'er. You are looking at the dragon race from the perspective of an ordinary person. In fact, even if they have lived for thousands of years... the dragon race is not as powerful as you think. The idea of ​​knowing everything and being all-knowing and all-powerful is just your imagination. It doesn't exist."

Then, Filo seemed to remember something: "Except Momo, of course."

I blurted out: "Is there anything special about Momo?"

"She is the only demon who...is a long-lived species, and has been doing human things. You can think of it as a person imitating the bees, collecting honey in a garden, cultivating, watching the sun rise and set, and repeating this life for hundreds of years."

Philo pointed at the compartment with his eyes and said, "This is the price of entering the divine realm. You will no longer be yourself, and you will no longer be interested in anything in the world. Anyway, if you ask me to learn how to live like a human, I can't do it. Even if you tell me that I can become the most powerful magician by learning how to live like a human within my lifespan, I won't do it."

Well……

If you look at it this way...it seems like Xiaomo...

Really amazing?

I finally understood what Philo said.

To put it simply, although the long-lived species in the other world live a long time, they spend most of their lives slacking off. This is determined by the concept of their race. Xiaomo, as a demon who is also a long-lived species, has overcome this instinct and possesses the forbidden magic to control time. While one day passes for others, two days or even four or five days have passed for her. So strictly speaking, the value of Xiaomo's "more than 6,000 years old" is really too high.

It is precisely because of this “desperate effort” that the complete Xiaomo can only become a “god”, and then leave the current “Yin Xiamo” to be with me.

"Understood. Thank you."

I felt my mind suddenly open up. I took a deep breath and took Filo's maid outfit. "Come, I'll teach you. First, raise your hands and put on the main clothes."

The girl in front of him raised her hands obediently and acted like a good girl.

"Well, girls' clothes only look complicated. It's not that difficult to wear them. Put on the dress first, then adjust it so that this... yes, here, is hung, and adjust the hem of the skirt."

I took the ornament and sleeves from my neck and said, "Next are these two... By the way, Philo, can I ask you a question?"

"Huh? What?"

"Your breasts..."

I hesitated for a moment, but finally asked despite the fever on my face: "How big are your breasts?"

"The store manager, Ouyang Xue, said it was a G cup."

"G?!"

"Is it big?"

"It's very big..."

"Your feet seem so small and thin to me..."

"Oh, this is how the dragons and angels are. You saw my initial appearance in that cave before, right? In fact, after the dragons transform into human forms, they have horns and wings, and they usually fly. Over time, we no longer need to walk on our feet."

"It's the same with the angels, so our feet are all relatively small and slightly degenerate. It's more of a mimicry of the human body, and they're a little more delicate."

"..."

Half an hour later, Filo and I, wearing maid outfits, walked out of the dressing room on the second floor. Filo's face was flushed and she looked very excited: "This is so cute! Momo, I finally understand why you like this world. In a place like this... I feel like I won't get bored even if I stay here for two hundred years!"

"Drip drip..."

At this time, the smart sweeping robot on the second floor happened to pass by here, and the detector scanned Philo and me——

"Ding, a maid in the store, aged 12 to 14 years old, danger level: 0."

"Ding, a maid in the store, aged 15 to 17 years old, danger level: 0."

"Why is it that the danger level becomes zero after it realizes that we are maids?"

Philo, who has always been very interested in this kind of robot, widened his eyes and asked, "How does this machine work?"

"Based on big data, we are the only ones wearing maid costumes in the store. We have lived here for a long time and are very familiar with the robot vacuum cleaner. We will definitely not harm it. As for pregnant women and young children, although they are not dangerous to the robot, in order to prevent them from getting hurt, the risk factor is still set to the highest, so that the robot is given priority to leave."

I pointed to the large screen at the service desk in the middle and said, "Here, if you are interested in this, you can go to the backend database and take a look."

"No, no, I'd better go with you to receive customers..."

As we were talking, we walked to the dozen or so automatic cat litter boxes on the second floor. Just then, Ding Man and Miao Miao came out of the litter box. After the machine sensed that the cat was not inside, the door of the litter box closed and the central roller began to rotate, filtering the used cat litter into a sealed box at the back. Then the door of the litter box opened again.

"What is that again!"

Philo ran over quickly: "Where does the cat eat?"

"No...ah, quite the opposite."

I organized my words a little: "Bathroom."

“Pets have bathrooms?!”

Filo looked at the row of cat litter boxes in front of him and said, "Which of these... is for Nuoer?"

"How could there be something I could use?"

I resisted the urge to go over and give this stupid dragon a beating: "Xiao Mo, the first floor is left to you and Sister Jia Jia. If Filo can mix cocktails, he should be able to make milk tea. I'll take care of her later."

"it is good."

Yin Xiamo waved at Filo: "Nuo'er will lend it to you, don't break it!"

"I'm not a toy!"

I subconsciously said, "How could it be bad?"