I will never give in to Miss Death

Gabriel stopped right where he was and looked up at the shops and tall buildings ahead. His voice was trembling: "This... isn't this really heaven?"

"Wake up, heaven is not as bright as it used to be, except that it is brighter. In other words, hell is more fun than your heaven. At least there are succubi in hell."

Philo patted Gabriel on the shoulder and said, "Also, be careful not to get too excited and fly up. Momo is not here now, so let's not cause trouble for Nuoer."

"But this is too..."

Gabriel turned around and I saw her whole face was red. "The buildings here are so beautiful, and... and this smell! What kind of food are these? There are so many goods. Although there is no magical smell, they all look so busy and fulfilled. They are completely different from the muddleheaded or self-degrading humans over there!"

The People's Square in the central district never sleeps at night, and this place can basically be regarded as the "Night City" of Kamihama City at night.

Not only are there many large buildings with huge billboards in the center of the square, such as a bookstore, computer mall, brand clothing mall, etc., but there are also "department stores" and "Peace Shopping Mall" specifically for ordinary people to consume.

In addition, there are a large number of mobile vendors around these large buildings. Some push small carts to sell barbecue, beef and mutton offal, some sell chestnuts, roasted sweet potatoes, boiled peanuts, and there are also many who simply set up a stall on the spot and place all kinds of sundries and clothes on it.

"What are buildings like this usually used for?"

After standing there stupidly for a while, Gabriel pointed to the nearest brightly lit building and said, "It looks like a church?"

“Not the church.”

I shook my head. “Here, in this country, at least, few people believe in religion. There are no churches.”

When I was in school, whenever I needed to buy clothes or daily necessities, I would basically come here.

The name of this big building on the mobile phone map is "Heping Mall". I remember that its first floor is dedicated to selling daily necessities, such as water pipes, shower heads, buckets, etc. for bathing, or kitchen utensils, pots and pans. The second floor sells various beddings, and the third floor sells clothes...

The biggest feature of the things sold here is that they are of good quality and low price. Almost all of them are supplied by factories. The workers there are all working people of the older generation. Most of them don’t know the current marketing strategies. Their thinking is still stuck in the period of “good wine needs no bush”. Therefore, there are many products of very good quality but cannot be sold and can only be supplied to small shopping malls like this one.

I remember that I bought a small electric fan here in the summer. It only cost eight dollars. The wind power was stronger than most fans on the market now. I turned it on at full power as soon as summer came. As a result, it has accompanied me to my small apartment and has never broken down.

"What? Little religion? No church?!"

Hearing what I said, Gabriel did not hide the surprise on his face at all: "Then what kind of power did they rely on... to create such a terrible civilization and technology? It's impossible, right?"

"This is really difficult for me."

I hesitated for a moment and turned to Philo: "Sister Philo may know more about human sociology than I do."

"I do not know either."

Philo was very optimistic. He grabbed my wrist with one hand, pulled Gabriel with the other, and ran towards the busy street ahead. "Why bother? I like it here anyway. The war just ended, and I can't wait to play here for another two hundred years!"

"Eh?"

When I went out today, I wore a cute top and short skirt, and cute lace socks and round-toed casual shoes for girls. When Philo pulled my skirt, it was about to fly up. I was so scared that I instinctively covered my skirt and said, "Slow...slow down..."

"Apart from being a very good cook and being very thoughtful, Nuoer has lost all trace of that brave man!"

Filo in front of him smiled and said, "Do you think Xiaomo is a bit overbearing?"

"what……"

I thought about it and said, “A little bit.”

"That's how the former hero treated Xiaomo!"

Filo said in the wind with a "gloating" expression: "You may not know that the hero at that time was super domineering. Xiaomo wanted to go hunting with him, but he wouldn't let her. Xiaomo wanted to help with some chores, but he couldn't. Even when Xiaomo wanted to help with cooking, he wouldn't let her. He always liked to say things like... girls should just stay at home honestly. He was super chauvinistic, but at the same time he doted on Xiaomo. I guess Xiaomo started to have bad intentions at that time."

Ah... I understand the truth, but I don’t have the memory of that hero, it’s so unfair!

I was thinking depressedly in the back.

"So Nuo'er, don't think too much. Just be a good mascot in this life and be spoiled. Xiaomo has worked hard for thousands of years for this moment."

Taking me to a stop in front of a small car selling candied haws, Filo took out Yin Xiamo's phone and unlocked it with the password: "Do you want to eat this?"

"what is this?"

Hearing that there was food, Gabriel was the first to come over: "Why do they look like... red dregs berries strung together? And they're shiny."

"This is called Tanghulu here, and it usually contains hawthorn fruit or apple, and it is indeed sweet."

Philo poked me in the waist: "Do you want it, Nuoer?"

"No."

I almost instinctively blurted out: "Expensive."

"It's my treat tonight, ok?"

The black dragon girl in front of her shook Xiaomo's phone in her hand: "And it's Momo who paid the bill."

"Then I want to eat!"

When I heard this, I ran up almost reflexively.

"By the way, besides Tanghulu, I also know there are many delicious shops nearby. Sister Filo, please come this way."

"..."

……

No. 261 Tonight, I fall asleep with my cat in my arms

After playing for nearly two hours with Filo and Gabriel in the Central District square, which is closest to the daily life of ordinary people, Filo found a deserted place and spread his dragon wings around half past ten, amid the exclamations of a little angel such as "It sounds so beautiful!", "It tastes so good!", "This thing is so beautiful, can we buy it?", "Is this an overpass? The level of human construction is amazing".

"I'll take Nuo'er back first, you can play here for a while."

After letting me sit on her shoulders, Filo helped me tidy up my skirt which was a little messy from running around. "Nuo'er doesn't know magic yet, and her body is basically the same as that of an ordinary person. Momo has set up a plan for her to rest every day in this world, so we can't lead her astray."

"Ah."

After such a long period of adaptation, Gabriel was not as resistant to Filo's suggestions as she was at the beginning: "I'll wait for you here, and we can play together when you come back. I want to go to the library on the north side of the square, and then you teach me how to speak the language here..."

"I won't lead you astray!"

I subconsciously defended myself while sitting on Philo's back: "It's not like I haven't worked all night before!"

When I was an uncle, I had experienced working alone at home at not only 10 or 11 o'clock, but also 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, or 6 or 7 o'clock the next morning.

Especially since January this year, I just lost my job and could only make a living by typing. The weather in January and February was very cold, and I couldn’t bear to turn on the air conditioner in the rental house. I just typed on the computer chair with a quilt in my arms.

After becoming a girl, Yin Xiamo took my uncle's body to the hospital, and eventually died of a brain disease. In fact, this "brain disease" was not accidental, because similar "omens" had appeared in my brain since a very early time.

A large part of insomnia is psychological factors, such as anxiety. For ordinary work, even if you don’t sleep well the day before, you can just slack off at work and it will pass. But it’s not the same when writing novels. Writing a book is mental work. If no one reads what you write, or if one day you open the comment section and there are only bad reviews or even many people scolding, the psychological pressure will be great. If you can’t sleep well that night, you will feel even more confused when writing the next day, and the quality of the book will be worse, which will form a vicious cycle.

I don’t know how many times I have forced myself to “adjust to jet lag” because of unemployment, poor response to my novels, and anxiety. I couldn’t sleep at night and had to stay awake for 24 or 30 hours straight, get through the day, and then go to bed and close my eyes around o’clock the next night to get a relatively peaceful sleep.

But I was not a long-lived person at that time, and I could not use magic to resist physical fatigue like Filo and the others. So even if I stayed up all night, I was not happy at night. I simply couldn't sleep, and then I thought about the fact that I had no income and no future, and I became more and more anxious.

"Okay, okay, I know Nuoer is a little adult now."

As if coaxing a child, Philo waited for me to get on his shoulders before flapping his wings and flying high into the sky: "Gabriel, stay here and don't wander around. I'll be back soon."

"Do you think I'm a kid like Noel?"

Gabriel casually took the angel halo above her head and turned it a few times, then looked at me. Her originally perfunctory face turned into a caring expression like that of the Virgin Mary: "Nuo'er, have a good rest when you get home, take a bath, drink a glass of milk, and go to bed early!"

"I've already told you that I'm not a child! You have to treat me as an adult!"

"But Nuoer, whether it's your height or your breasts... you don't look like an adult, huh?"

"You really need to drink more milk to grow up"

"..."

Amidst the laughter, Filo flapped his black wings with a "whoosh" and carried me into the night sky like a cannonball.

Accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, the city beneath my feet and the people in the city began to shrink rapidly.

"You must remember to come back before eight tomorrow."

I waited until Filo flew thousands of meters high and the wind around him died down a little before I raised my head from hers. “I’m going to buy some rice noodle rolls outside. It just so happens that I still have a lot of vegetables and meat left from the ones I bought tonight. I can use them to make rice noodle rolls and dumplings in the morning.”

These days, Philo almost always goes straight to the coffee shop to work after having fun outside at night. She basically doesn't eat breakfast or eats at the coffee shop. I feel like the room that Xiaomo and I arranged for her is almost becoming a decoration.

According to Xiaomo, this is what the dragon clan is like.

Not to mention the dragon clan, the same is true for the people in the other world. Except for some high-ranking officials of the empire, basically not many people there have the concept of "must go home to sleep at night" and "must have a house".

Except for those "miser" dragons, if the dragons can transform and are interested in human society, most of them will make friends while traveling, stop and go, and go with the flow. They don't even bring things like "tents". When passing through a city, they will find a place to stay in the city if they have the conditions. If they don't have the conditions, it is not a problem to just find a tree in the woods outside the city and climb up to spend the night.

This also includes the "brave man" and Xiaomo of that year. Because they were often hunted by the Demon King's army, they developed the habit of "changing places after each sleep".

So...even if Xiaomo and I didn't tidy up the storage room and let Philo and Gabriel sleep in the same place and the same bed, it's still unknown whether they would come back at night!

"Before eight, right? Okay."

High in the sky, after hearing what I said, Filo agreed immediately: "Is the rice noodle roll the thing you mentioned last time... the one with meat filling in the dough?"

"Well, I'll do more tomorrow."

I thought about it and said, "Tomorrow there will be a comic exhibition in Dadong District. Do you want to ask for leave from Sister Ouyang and the others and go together?"

"Comic Con?"

Filo thought about it and said, "That's it... opening a place where people who love anime can gather together and wear cute clothes?"

"That's understandable."

"Do you call a place like that the second dimension?"

"It's related to the ACG world, but... I don't know if it's true or not, I'm not in that circle."

"I see. I still don't quite understand why you need to go to a specific place and time to wear anime clothes."

As Filo flew towards the Minami Nagi district, he said, "It seems that people are arguing about all kinds of weird issues on the Internet every day, and even verbally abusing each other. The degree of opposition even exceeds the religious conflict between the demons and angels back then. They call the behavior of liking anime related things the second dimension, and there are people who are specifically 'anti-second dimension'. I find it very strange. Do these clothes violate some rules?"

"This is a relatively high-pressure society. Plus, there's a layer of separation between the Internet and reality, so there's no need to worry about what you say."

I didn't know how to explain to Filo for a moment: "As for the clothes, I'm not sure either. Maybe you're embarrassed?"

"Excuse me?"

Philo was even more puzzled: "I think those clothes are very beautiful. And the concept of skirts. In our world, skirts are usually worn by men when they go out to fight. We call them skirt armor. The skirts here are transformed into such beautiful ones. There is nothing wrong with wearing them, right? If many human nobles have beautiful gems, they would even like to hang them on their clothes all day long. But here, it's the other way around... Why would they be embarrassed?"

"I do not know."

I shook my head repeatedly: "Sociology has never been my strong point."

Or rather, I don’t really like to participate in these things.

Just like Philo said, there are often all kinds of verbal wars on the Internet, with "fans" of various companies and "fans" of various games. I personally don't have such an obvious preference. As for products, I will use whichever one I like, and try whichever game is fun. After buying and playing, I will not get involved in those verbal wars - I go to work and come home from work every day, and I have to write books part-time, so I don't have much free time. I would rather watch the anime that I didn't have time to watch before, or play games to relax.

I remember that I experienced this strange phenomenon that Filo mentioned a long time ago: I was playing APEX Battle Royale at that time, and I was discussing the issue of gun bullets in the game with Pipi and Jiang Wei on the microphone. I said, "I feel that the guns with heavy bullets in this version are so strong." Then Pipi said in the voice, "Light guns are not bad either. If I can shoot accurately with my R99, I can kill people in one burst and have a chance to wipe out the team." Then Jiang Wei said, "Then don't snatch energy bullets from me. I can kill people with my electric submachine gun."

As a result, I saw a similar post on the Tieba forum that day - "Is this version of the heavy gun too powerful?"

I thought the content would be similar to the atmosphere of my discussion with Pipi and the others in the voice chat, but when I clicked in, I found that half of the posts were full of insults -

[Heavy bullets have filial sons? Go back and be filial to your heavy father]

[I don't need to explain the ingredients of heavy bullets, right? Go back and see if your family is still there.]

【Almost done (sweating soybeans)】

【…】

Since then I have paid little attention to similar content.

"It seems that in addition to technology, society in this world is also much more complicated than ours."

Filo's voice in the sky was filled with a hint of emotion: "We didn't have so many strange things back then. When the brave meet, the strong will win. It's super simple. Whoever has stronger magic or fighting spirit will survive and become the master."

"It's actually... probably the same here."

"Almost?"

"Well, the human world is actually pretty much the same, with power, desire, and countless conflicts... We just need to live our own lives!"

"Noel."

"Ok?"

"I suddenly feel that you are so cute, both in appearance and in heart."

"I'm not cute at all!"

"Meow?"

"No meow! I won't imitate you to act cute again, never!"

"..."