I will never give in to Miss Death

Perhaps sensing the difference in the surroundings, the girl on the chair opened her eyes: "Where are we here?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's still in the park."

I shook myself off, combed my long hair down my back, and pushed my bangs aside. “I don’t think this rain will stop falling in a day.”

As I said that, I took out my phone from my pocket and pressed the lock screen button.

no response.

A sense of foreboding arose in my heart.

I tried pressing and holding the power button for ten seconds.

Still no response.

It's broken, maybe water has entered...short circuit.

This phone is a second-hand phone that I bought with my meager internship salary a few months after I graduated from college. It cost me more than 800 yuan at the time. I don't know if it has a waterproof function, but at least it has quite a few minor problems since I started using it. I usually use it to process messages on QQ and WeChat, or reply to messages and comments from readers in the novel comment section. It serves as a wallet in my life.

Because of its poor configuration and I don’t play mobile games, I thought it would accompany me for a long time, but I didn’t expect it to be short-circuited by rain in such a deserted place today.

I glanced at the cobblestone path in the distance that I had come from.

Now the only people who knew that I had entered the park were the clerk of the breakfast shop outside and the mother and daughter. Needless to say, the clerk had to watch the shop. The little girl looked only three or four years old, an age where she could hardly walk steadily. There was no way her mother would leave her daughter in the shop or carry her daughter to the park in the heavy rain for a stranger like me.

My current situation, to use the terminology in the game, is “isolated and helpless.”

I can’t say I’m truly isolated and helpless, after all, I have the “Grim Reaper” on my side.

But now I have lost my cell phone and am in such a desolate place. No one is willing to come in to rescue me, and I can't ask for help from others. If nothing unexpected happens, I can only wait for the heavy rain to stop and then go back on my own.

I put away my cell phone, which no longer turned on, and fished out my wallet from my pocket, looking through it.

There is a fifty-dollar bill, two five-dollar bills, and three one-dollar bills.

If I were alone, I could wait until the storm was over, hang the clothes and banknotes to dry, and call a taxi at the entrance of the park to go back. But it was mainly a guy...

My eyes fell on the little face of death sitting on the chair.

This Death Girl is about 165cm tall, and her face shape is similar to the people in Kamihama City. Unlike my cute appearance, her appearance is more delicate and cold, just like... the facial features are pulled into golden ratio by 3D modeling software, and it feels like the perfect oriental face in the eyes of the painter.

Except for the breasts, of course.

Her breasts are really not big.

"What terrible things are you thinking about again?"

Perhaps she noticed my gaze, the Death Girl suddenly looked disgusted and said, "Want to die again?"

This guy... changes his expression so quickly.

She is totally different from the obedient and well-behaved little demon loli in the dream.

"I might...ahem...catch a cold."

The evaporating rain water on my body took away the temperature of the skin surface. In addition, the heavy rain outside kept falling. The breeze brought by the rain kept hitting me in my short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts. I felt a distinct chill all over my body in the middle of the pavilion.

"Maybe later... I won't be able to help you much."

"Humph……"

For some reason, after hearing what I said, the Death Girl sat up straight, supporting herself with the wooden railing behind her, picked up the sickle beside her, and casually slashed it in front of her eyes. A dark space crack appeared out of thin air in the middle of the pavilion.

I frowned: "Didn't you say you have no magic power anymore?"

"I lied to you."

"..."

……

No. 071 There is something wrong with this lady of death

In the quiet lobby of the rental house, as I landed on the cushions in the center of the floor carrying a certain Death Girl, the crack behind me slowly closed.

“What a convenient ability.”

Glancing at the place behind me where the crack disappeared, I subconsciously asked, "Does this mean that the human world will usher in an era of magic? Will spiritual energy revive?"

"How can it be……"

The sad Death Girl said weakly: "I can... influence the laws of 'death' in this world to the limit. There is no magic or any magical power here. To use the words in the forbidden magic book... this is a world of 'great silence'."

Does it mean that the magic power in your body will decrease as you use it? Or do you need to go back to the other world to replenish it after you use it up?

"Now that you have become the law of 'death' here, can you control life and death as you please?"

Walking to the sofa, I carefully turned my back and let the girl lie on it for the time being: "Can you tell me what the rules of this world are? Is there an underworld? Is there a Hades or Black and White Impermanence? Who controls the laws of reincarnation? Meng Po?"

"Are you going to write this into your novel?"

The Death Girl did not resist. She found a comfortable position on the sofa and lay down. Her feet in tattered black stockings curled up slightly. She said with a smile, "Do you plan to study these laws further?"

"It's just an author's curiosity about this kind of supernatural rules. If it's not convenient to talk about it, I won't ask."

I walked quickly into the room, opened the closet, and took out a towel: "Are your injuries all right? Do you want to call an ambulance?"

When I got closer, I realized how seriously she was injured.

First of all, her face. There were marks of swords and knives all over that pretty face of the girl. There was even a place where a large piece of skin was cut off, and it was red inside. Besides, the wounds on her body were also exaggerated. There was a large sunken area in her chest. Not to mention the sternum and ribs, I suspected that her internal organs might have been shattered into pieces. There was also a crack on her stomach through which you could directly see the internal organs. A normal person with such serious injuries would definitely be in excruciating pain even if they could survive. But this girl of death didn't say a word when I carried her on my back. I don't know how she could endure it.

"ambulance?"

Hearing what I said, for some reason the girl on the sofa couldn't help laughing: "Are you paying for the hospital stay?"

I was stunned for a moment. "You actually know that hospitalization costs money. It seems that you are not completely ignorant of the rules of this world."

"I just rarely communicate with people here, it's not like I know nothing about this world."

The Death Girl said dissatisfiedly: "After all, I am also the God of Death!"

I raised an eyebrow. "The self-proclaimed god of death?"

"Yes, any comments?"

"No comment."

I walked to the sofa and handed him the towel. "If you don't want to go to the hospital, then don't go. I don't know your rules, but you are covered in blood and your clothes are soaked. Do you want to take a shower and change into clean clothes? Will the Grim Reaper catch a cold if he catches a cold?"

Looking at the towel I handed over, the Death Girl hesitated for a while, but finally took it: "Do you have any girls' clothes that I can change into?"

"It was there before, but it's gone now."

I pointed to the clothes hanging outside the window behind me, which were washed last night and the one I was wearing: "You can make do with the uncle's coat."

"I don't wear uncle's clothes."

"Then there's nothing I can do. My phone is broken."

I took out my wet phone from my pocket and put it on the table. "I can't order takeout. It's raining so hard outside. Unless you open the space door again and take me to a nearby clothing store."

"There's no point wasting magic power like this."

"Then we can only..."

I turned and walked towards my room, opened the mosquito net, picked up my quilt from inside, and returned to the sofa: "Take off your wet clothes, wipe your body, and then cover yourself with this."

Then, noticing the scarred body beneath the tattered clothes on the girl's chest, I turned my head away and said, "I won't look."

"Leave me alone!"

The girl's angry voice came from behind: "Have you signed the contract for the novel? Have you paid the rent? You can't even take care of yourself..."

"It's signed."

I took the novel contract that I had just signed at the comic convention yesterday from a shelf on the side: "One copy for the editorial department, one for the author. As for the rent...if I can't pay the rent, the power will be out by now."

"Signed?"

The girl took the novel contract with some doubt.

I went back to the bedroom and took off my wet clothes including my underwear. I wiped the rain off my body with a towel and put on the loose T-shirt I had been wearing.

Just as expected, this loose adult dress is completely different size for me now. The neckline is big enough to expose most of my shoulders, and the lower part of the dress can cover half of my thighs, so it is no problem to wear it as a dress.

"So what you said before, about making browser history public..."

I changed into a large T-shirt and returned to the living room. I said to the Death Girl on the sofa, "Can we cancel this?"

"Um...ah, okay."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then seemed to remember something: "But you still owe me an ID card."

"Eh?"

"ID card!"

The girl put down the contract and said, "I told you that yesterday, right? That was an advance payment. Our deal ended before, and now you still owe me a favor."

The corners of my mouth twitched: "Isn't saving you considered returning a favor?"

"When did you save me?"

The girl had an expression that said "I'm just going to cheat" and said, "It was obviously me who used my ability to get back here. If it weren't for me, you would definitely catch a cold if you were out there in the wind for so long!"

What kind of god of death is this? Why is he so willful?

I feel like I'm a little too exhausted to complain.

Is she really the little demon in my dreams these days? Or has it been thousands or hundreds of years since I was with her? Time has turned a shy little girl into this... this arrogant and awkward person?

"So my ID card is valid, right?"

I decided not to reason with him: "Legal ID?"

"Of course it's legal! I went to the backstage of the Ministry of Public Security and changed it openly the night before yesterday!"

Is it really appropriate for you to use "aboveboard" here?

"You created an ID card out of thin air... is that what you mean?"

"Yes."

"I have no past, no resume, no parents, everything is blank?"

"You and that Yin Shiren are brother and sister."

The Death Girl said as if it was a matter of course: "Of course, Yin Shiren is gone."

You still dare to say...

I don't know how to talk to this guy anymore.

As long as the ID card is legal in the country, there will be no problem in most cases, unless it attracts the attention of the higher-ups due to illegal or criminal activities, and a large group of official personnel set up a special task force to keep an eye on my information and check it.

In other words... as long as I don't do anything illegal and live an honest life, there will be no problem with this ID card.

But this also means that I can't find a job that requires a resume and academic qualifications.

Most adults in today's society have a college degree, if not a university degree. At least they have a technical secondary school diploma... If they don't have a technical secondary school diploma, they must have a junior high school diploma, right? Just like Marisa's iron-butted Jiang Wei.

But I can't even produce my junior high school diploma, so if I want to find a job in the future, I can only look for one that doesn't require any academic qualifications.

"Ok."

After figuring this out, I knew I really had no bargaining chips, so I had to put on an "I admit defeat" expression: "Dear Lord Death, in order to respond to this ID card you have given me, what do I need to do for you?"

"Women's clothing."

The wounded girl of death uttered two words on the sofa that made my hair stand on end.

"what?"

"I said, women's clothing."

The Death Girl said seriously, "You have been wearing neutral clothes these days. I don't like girls like that. It's rare to have such a beautiful body. You must get used to wearing women's clothes and bring out her charm."

Here……

The corners of my mouth twitched. "Excuse me... what kind of women's clothing are you talking about? What is the specific... beautiful standard?"

"Well...how about this."

After thinking seriously for a while, the Grim Reaper said something shocking -