I will never give in to Miss Death

The park, which is usually not maintained by anyone, is full of pools of water several tens of centimeters deep. The heavy rain falls on these pools, splashing ripples.

If it was her, she would be at this time...

"..."

"Buzzing..."

The fireball in the black cloud gradually lost its light.

I followed the muddy path to a birch forest at the back of the park.

The fire above my head disappeared.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoosh..."

Through the thick curtain of fog and rain, my eyes fell on the girl under a big tree next to the birch forest.

The girl was wearing a black windbreaker, her body was covered in blood, and she was holding a small hand cannon that had been used.

I slowly walked to the girl's side.

"You came……"

After sensing my approach, the girl under the tree reluctantly raised her head, her eyes full of tenderness.

"I killed the demon king who killed you."

No.069 Come, let me take you home

As a novelist, to some extent, I am more willing to believe in things like "miracles" and "magic" than most people around me.

Because if we ourselves don’t believe in these things, there is no way that the words we write will impress the readers.

Just as Jiang Wei and Pippi said, the lives of most people in this world can be predicted at a glance. Most of the time, they are repeating yesterday's work, repeating last year's activities, and then waiting for time to push them towards death little by little.

Everyone's life is like this, it cannot be changed, and there is no possibility of change.

With the current level of science, it will be difficult for humans to crack the mystery of lifespan, let alone in the next ten or twenty years, even in fifty or a hundred years, let alone fly out of the earth and the solar system. The only way for ordinary people to change their destiny and realize their childhood dreams is through "magic" and those mysterious things related to magic that transcend science.

In the anime "Attack on Titan", the captain's uncle also said - when a person lives, he must be a slave to something. Some people are women, some are fine wine, and some are supreme power. What are you living for?

Novels, comics, anime, and games were created for this purpose. Because these entertainment products have infinite possibilities, they are almost irreplaceable before real "magic" is born to change the world.

Since I was a child, I have treasured news and programs such as "Slender Man", "UFO" and "Kanas Water Monster". When I live alone late at night, if there is something unusual in my closet, there are strange noises on the roof, or a ghost comes out of the bathroom, my first reaction is excitement and wanting to find out what's going on, rather than fear and being at a loss.

Because I know that if I really encounter a "ghost", it would be equivalent to breaking the existing scientific rules and creating infinite possibilities for the future of an ordinary person like me.

Is there anything more exciting than confirming a supernatural event with your own eyes?

As long as it is proven that there are things in this world that violate science, it can be proved that there are countless futures that can be shaped in this world.

If there are ghosts, then are there also aliens? Can ghosts fulfill my dreams? Can they cure some diseases that modern medicine cannot cure? If ghosts can't cure them, then aliens can, right? If there are aliens, they must have used some props that can exceed the speed of light to come here. Could it be magic? If there is magic, doesn't that mean everything is possible?

Therefore, my attitude towards this kind of thing has always been that I would rather believe it than miss it.

I want to believe that the dreams I had these days were true, that I was actually the reincarnation of a "hero", that the god of death had some connection with my past life, and that I could find this unreliable guy by going to the address on my ID card. I also want to believe that under this pouring rain, the god of death used the tool in my dream.

I don’t want to regret not running towards the place where the light rises when I look back on the past few years one day in the future.

That was the prop that "I" made for the little girl in the dream when she was still very young. The effect was similar to a flare. Once it was ignited, the flames rising into the sky could be seen thousands of meters away.

I didn't expect that the content of the dream was true, nor did I expect that she kept this thing with her for so long and only lit it up at this time.

All I know is... because of my trust, I found her.

"..."

The heavy rain above is still so cold and merciless.

It fell on my head and shoulders, and on the grass beside me.

The air was filled with a fresh scent mixed with earth, grass and leaves.

In front of my eyes, the once majestic god of death was now lying weakly at the roots of a big tree in front of me, with most of the hood on her head exposed, and her black windbreaker was so tattered that her original appearance could not be seen. The rain from the sky kept washing the wounds on her face, neck, and chest, and bursts of light red blood kept mixing with the rain and flowing in all directions.

Behind this big tree is a pitch-black sickle.

"Are you going to die?"

After making eye contact with the Death Girl for a few seconds, I spoke softly.

"puff……"

The other person laughed out loud after hearing what I said, and then it seemed that the smile pulled the wound, and his little face twitched in pain.

"I won't die in this world, idiot."

The Death Girl raised her little head and looked towards the gray sky: "Your memory... has been restored?"

"No."

"Then why are you walking this way?"

"I just happened to come here for breakfast today on a whim, and I saw someone throwing flares randomly, so I came over to take a look."

Walking up to the Death Girl, I squatted with my back to her, grabbed her slender hands without saying a word and pulled them to my back.

"You have the body of a little girl now...you should not force yourself."

"How will you know if you don't try."

I turned around and said, "How about you just use your previous ability to tear open the space crack and send me back to the rental house?"

The Death Girl behind me avoided my gaze for some reason: "I don't have any magic power anymore."

"Then be good and don't move."

With a little effort, I carried the girl on my back like a child, holding her hips with one hand and her arm with the other, and pulled her forward.

Good weight.

In the heavy rain, I slowly stood up from the lawn.

"I have trained all those magics to the highest level... Logically speaking, the Demon King cannot possibly... withstand it..."

The Grim Reaper on his back looked somewhat unwilling: "I can definitely... continue to find you as the Grim Reaper... after I defeat the Demon King..."

"so?"

I looked around and walked towards the park entrance according to my memory of coming here: "Since I was fully prepared, why did I get beaten like this?"

"Because I consumed some extra magic in this world."

I was silent for a while. "You spent all that magic power just to turn me into this?"

"Can't you?"

The girl seemed to have buried her head in my back: "My magic, I am happy with it."

"Row."

Feeling that the girl behind me was about to fall, I exerted force with both hands and lifted her up a little.

"Well--"

The little body of the Death Girl trembled violently, probably because I touched the wound, but she didn't say anything.

"What are you going to do from now on? You have no magic power anymore, and you can't go back? Are you going to stay here forever?"

"I would like to take a short break and experience this ordinary world for a while."

Then, the Death Girl added, "Also, in this world, I saved you. I am the master of death, and you must listen to me."

"..."

"it is good."

"I don't know anything about this world called Earth. You have to teach me how to live here."

"it is good."

"And make delicious food for me every day."

"it is good."

“Don’t just say yes.”

"..."

"it is good."

"..."

……

No. 070 The unexpected surprise brought by the young rain

The heavy rain overhead showed no sign of letting up.

As a remote and unmanaged park, I didn't run into anyone from the time I dropped my breakfast and ran in to the time I found the dying man under the big tree.

Not even the "police" mentioned by the driver on the radio just now.

Come to think of it, today is no longer a holiday for most office workers, and there are a lot of places to go on vacation and relax in Kamihama City. Under normal circumstances, no one would choose a place like Wanghai Park that was built not long ago, has few entertainment facilities, and is located in a remote area.

It is estimated that the police may have set up a cordon nearby after learning that "an explosion was heard here", and then hastily announced that the mission was accomplished while watching the rain continue to fall.

This park...it should be very quiet when I come here on normal days. Maybe it's suitable for writing?

In the heavy rain, I recalled the scene on the road when I was running here just now.

"You're so heavy."

Walking slightly towards the only small pavilion I could see ahead, I quietly complained in the heavy rain.

no reply.

However, I could still feel the obvious breathing of the girl behind me.

Fell asleep?

I turned my head slightly and glanced at the girl over my shoulder.

With her eyes closed, her little face was covered with wounds from swords and knives. Some of the wounds on her forehead were deep enough to see the bone. Rainwater seeped in through the hood on her head, and then flowed down along with the blood that overflowed from the wounds.

It looked like it was in pain, but at this moment the girl's face was full of peace.

How does she look like a demon? She is just like the girls around her.

Not even a pointy ear.

Turning my gaze back to the cobblestone path ahead, I took a deep breath and started walking again.

As far as I can remember... this seems to be the first time I've been so close to a girl.

Today's society is different from what it was ten years ago. It is full of impetuousness, anxiety, and all kinds of scolding.

The real world is slightly better, but the environment on the Internet can be described as a war of words. Both sides will start cursing at the slightest disagreement. In mild cases, they will curse at each other's parents, and in serious cases, they will expose each other's addresses online and make appointments for offline fights.

Most Internet users give me the impression that they are even more outrageous than the unruly customers I once encountered after graduating from college.

Customers may complain a few words if the food in the restaurant is not to their liking or the waiters are not efficient. A few with bad tempers will directly curse. After all, they have spent money, and it is understandable that they are dissatisfied. But at most they will just say "Can you do this?" or "Why is your food so bad?". They will not yell at the cook in front of everyone, saying things like "Is your whole family dead? I'm going to kill your parents with a knife."

The bad Internet environment has gradually affected the real world. Everyone is in danger, leading to extremely tense relationships between men and women.

If I didn't have a certain connection with this god of death, maybe I would never be able to carry a defenseless girl on my back like this in my life.

Although I am still a little girl now.

“Huahuahuahuahua…”

In the pouring rain, I took great effort to carry this "Grim Reaper" to a small pavilion in the corner of the park, which was probably built to provide shade and shelter for tourists in the summer.

I put the girl on the bench in the pavilion, took off my hat, and used both hands to pull down her long hair.

"Clatter!"

I pushed the raindrops from my hair onto the floor of the pavilion, splashing out flower-like spots on the dusty ground.

"Well……"