I will never give in to Miss Death

"I don't care. This is the last hour. If it's just a prank, just stop it. It's 9:30 now. I'm going to play some games. If you don't come out by 10:30, I'll eat it myself. Hum."

After saying this to the empty living room, I took a last look at the four-story dining table on the desk and returned to the computer.

[Marisa's Iron Butt: My friends, I'm home now. Haha, this trip to Kamishima is so cool. I even got to meet the Mugen Comic Exhibition.]

Just at this time, Jiang Wei, Pipi and the others seemed to have completed their daily tasks and turned on the voice chat. The group message still retained their chat conversation before turning on the voice chat:

[God’s Pet Pipi: I really didn’t expect that the uncle who has played with us for so many years is actually a girl, and she still looks so young]

[Marisa's Iron Butt: Haha, the uncle is very famous now. I saw many readers forwarding his photos. I guess the quantitative change will lead to qualitative change, and many people will read his novels.]

[Pippi: Where is uncle? Isn't he coming today? ]

[Marisa's Tieji: I don't know him, go into voice chat, and play duo, I'm 80 points away from reaching the Brick Level]

[Pippi: Wait, I'll get something for my daughter. Ten minutes]

After taking a quick glance at the messages in the small QQ group that we usually use to play games with other girls, I endured my rumbling stomach and clicked on QQ voice.

"Marvin! Marvin! Hit Marvin!"

"Are you crazy? Why are you hitting Marvin?"

"That Marvin is a robot! He just punched me. Hit him... Damn, you can't even kill him?"

"Ding dong!"

As soon as I entered the QQ group, I heard the heart-wrenching screams of Jiang Wei and Pipi.

Then there was a few seconds of silence between the two of them.

"Let me guess... Is this some cutie coming in?"

"Uncle? Uncle, you are here? Oh no, it's Nuoer, ahem."

"Hehe, after knowing that you are a little loli...I feel a little uncomfortable."

I pulled the microphone to my lips in front of the computer: "Are you playing ranked?"

Jiang Wei seemed a little embarrassed: "Uncle, where is your voice changer?"

I said casually, “It’s not open.”

"Come on, why don't you use a voice changer? Your... your soft loli voice makes my gun shake when you talk."

"What gun?"

"Fuck, what other gun is there? A rechargeable rifle!"

"Oh! A rechargeable rifle. Have you recharged it now?"

"You're getting more and more wrong."

"Haha, a charging rifle..."

Pipi also said: "Although it's a loli voice, the uncle still has the same flavor as before."

"I want to ask you something."

I looked at the QQ group interface in front of me: "Do you think... a person has the possibility of an 'afterlife'?"

"What?"

Jiang Wei's voice suddenly rose eight degrees: "Uncle, are you crazy? Are you confused from writing novels? You believe such an outrageous thing?"

"Do you believe it?"

"Me? I don't believe it, but I am willing to believe it, provided that I see even the slightest sign."

Jiang Wei laughed, "Look at our world now. It's so hopeless. A person only lives for a hundred years or so, and most people live to be 80. Excluding the first ten years when they are ignorant and the last ten years when they are bedridden, the only time we can use is about fifty years in between. Moreover, with current science and technology, there is absolutely no hope of prolonging life and rejuvenating. If there really is something like in novels... time travel, reincarnation, afterlife, etc., hahahaha, I am willing to believe it."

"Me too."

Pipi sighed softly: "I am almost tortured to death by this little ancestor every day. I also want to believe that I owed her in my previous life. For example, I was a hero and sacrificed my companion in order to kill the devil, and then that companion reincarnated as my daughter to avenge me."

I hesitated for a moment: "Are you all willing to believe it?"

"Willing to believe and... and that thing, really existing are two different things."

Jiang Wei said: "At least for now... I don't see any hope. I guess this is how my life will be. I'll write novels every day, sell computers, save enough money for retirement, use anime and the two-dimensional world as motivation to live, and then die. Compared to this kind of life that can be seen at a glance, I prefer to believe in the afterlife and reincarnation. At least there is some hope that way."

"So what do you think of the God of Death?"

"Death? Why are we suddenly talking about Death again?"

"Ah, I mean..."

I organized my words a little: "What do you think of the existence of the god of death? I may need to write about this profession in my novel soon."

"Is this a Western or Eastern novel? In the West, there is the God of Death, and in the East... aren't we the Black and White Impermanence? There is also the King of Hell and the Underworld. Why would you write about the God of Death?"

"Is it possible that there are professions similar to the Grim Reaper in the other world?"

"I don't understand what you mean. Do you mean the professions that use sickles or the professions that control death? There are many professions that use sickles, but they are not qualified as weapons and are difficult to use. As for the professions that control death... this ability is actually very against the will of heaven and difficult to arrange, and it often ends in tragedy."

tragedy?

"If...I said if."

I asked tentatively, "If there are gods of death in our real world, what do you think is the most reasonable arrangement?"

"real world?"

“The real world.”

"Only the Grim Reaper has super powers, and everyone else is just an ordinary person?"

"Correct."

"If I were to write it... I would usually start with a tragic alternate world background. For example, in an alternate world, a pair of lovers tried to save the world or kill a demon king, the hero died and was reincarnated into this real world. Then the hero's lover took the courage and faith left by the hero and took revenge. After that, in order to find the reincarnated hero in a lot of parallel worlds, she was willing to bear all kinds of laws, like the god of death you mentioned, right?"

Pipi said methodically: "Have you seen Puella Magi Madoka Magica? In the story, Madoka Kaname made a wish to become a 'concept' between a magical girl and a witch in order to stop the despair of the magical girl. The god of death can also arrange it this way here. In order to stop the reincarnated hero from dying, the hero's lover tried his best to make himself the 'rule' of death on Earth. Then one of the individuals met the reincarnated hero in the real world on Earth..."

"Hey, here comes the plot of a Japanese light novel."

No. 064 We still don’t know the name of the lady of death we saw that day

The same "concept" as the Principle of Circles in "Puella Magi Madoka Magica"?

Because he cannot accept that his lover died in front of him, and in order to prevent his lover from the previous life from experiencing death again, he tries his best to make himself the "rule" of "death", fixed as a "concept" in the real world?

Pippi's words reminded me of the dreams I had at noon -

[Yes, girls can be a little willful. Being willful is a girl’s privilege… Haha, what’s that expression on your face?]

[It doesn't matter, no matter what happens, I will protect you]

[Because you are still very weak now, and you don’t know any magic. If one day in the future I get hurt, or your ability exceeds mine, it will be your turn to protect me.]

[I have taught you all the skills I know. Congratulations on graduating from the magic department! As expected, demons learn this very quickly! ]

[Compared to that, your cooking skills are still so bad...]

So the dreams I had these days were real?

Just like what Pippi said... In order to prevent the reincarnated "hero" from dying again, he would rather become the "rule" of the other world?

So what made me a loli? Girls’ willfulness?

"Uncle? Uncle? Ahem, Nuoer? Nuoer, are you still there?"

While I was in a daze, I could hear Jiang Wei and Pi Pi's voices in my headphones: "You didn't really see the Grim Reaper, did you? Don't scare me."

"No, just asking."

I came to my senses and quickly explained, "I was writing a book just now... I got stuck and had no ideas. I wanted to see if I could add a character of the Grim Reaper."

"Death is not easy to write. You can't be the protagonist or the supporting role. The setting has been there for many years. It's not new to the readers. It's just like Pipi's plot after some polishing. But I guess the subscription won't be high."

Jiang Wei didn't seem to notice the difference in my tone and believed me: "Are you planning to start a new book? Or are you planning to add a new character of the god of death to your current book?"

"No, since you all said so, I'd better not write about death. Let's stick to the original outline."

I responded casually: "That's it for now, I'm going to go write some words."

"Don't you want to play two ranked games before going?"

"No, no, you guys play first."

After hanging up the QQ voice call, I stood up from the computer chair.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

There were a few muffled thunders outside the window.

It is expected to rain heavily in the next two days.

The weather in April and May is basically like this. It's hot for a while in late March and early April, then it turns cool, and then it starts to get hot and humid in late April, the season changes, and there will be heavy rain for a few days. When the rain stops, it means the real summer has arrived.

Since it’s time and the Grim Reaper girl hasn’t come yet, I’ll just eat first.

There are so many dishes, I'll just eat my portion first and leave one for her.

Anyway, there is no such thing as "the food is cold" in the hot summer.

Be it a lover in the previous life or an ordinary person, no matter what happened, I am still a mortal now, and that god of death exists outside the laws of the world. If something really happened to her, I probably wouldn’t be able to help with my current abilities.

But if I, as a little girl, don’t eat anymore, I will probably suffer from hypoglycemia due to not eating for a long time.

"I don't care about you."

Realizing this, I stopped hesitating, sat down on the cushion in the middle of the living room, and picked up the dishes.

First, have some sauerkraut and rice to set the mood, then the fish... Well, it's a little spicy. Maybe my taste buds have become more sensitive after becoming a little girl. I can use less seasoning next time.

Then there was the pumpkin sprouts, which tasted just right.

Bone broth is good too.

"..."

I wolfed down most of the saury fish, ate about one-third of the pumpkin seedlings, gnawed some pork bones, and drank a bowl of soup. Feeling very satisfied, I took my bowl and chopsticks to the sink with my round belly and washed them.

Then I went to the table next to me, looked at the strawberries on it, hesitated for a moment, and didn't touch the fruit.

Let’s wait until she comes before eating them, strawberries are too expensive.

I poured myself a cup of chrysanthemum tea, sat down on the computer chair, did some eye exercises, took a deep breath, put on my headphones, and opened the typing software.

Let’s finish the work first.

"..."

……

Half an hour later, I finally finished writing the chapter that I had been wondering how to end because of my anxiety, uneasiness and panic.

Looking at the time, the hour hand has already reached ten o'clock in the evening.

There was no sound of the Death Girl in the huge room. Only the old fan in the computer case was humming.

"..."

I put on my slippers and walked to the living room.

nobody.

I tried looking in the bathroom, in the closet, and under the bed.

Still no one.

My life seemed to have returned to its former tranquility, except...

Facing the floor-length mirror that I had just moved home, I slightly moved aside the bangs that were covering my eyes.

The little girl in the mirror, who was less than 1.4 meters tall, had her big eyes open with curiosity and confusion. She was wearing a black T-shirt with a heart pattern on the chest and suspender jeans, and her long hair was draped naturally behind her.

The little girl gave people a lazy feeling, and the alopecia on her head swayed slightly with the breeze blowing in from the window.

Turning around, the saury and winter melon bone soup on the dining table in the living room were still the same, and a pair of chopsticks were lying quietly on the bowl full of rice.

Does that mean you won’t come tonight?

For some reason, looking at the leftover food, I felt a faint sense of loneliness in my heart.