I will never give in to Miss Death

There was a floor-to-ceiling mirror, a storage cabinet, an induction cooker, an electric rice cooker, a dressing table that should be for girls, and various miscellaneous small items.

I walked to the floor-length mirror and looked at the girl in the mirror.

She has a petite figure, snow-white skin, big watery eyes, a waterfall of smooth long hair draped quietly behind her, and a handsome tomboyish outfit that gives people a playful feeling of a little adult - just as the young lady just said, the girl in the mirror is really perfect.

My face is the cute and "innocent" type. As the saying goes, eyes are the windows to a person's soul. My eyes in the mirror look elf-like even without any filters or beauty enhancements... Forgive me for having to use the word "elf", because I really can't find any better words to describe such a pair of eyes. It feels like they contain hope and all the good things. With a small nose and a pink little mouth, my face still has a hint of baby fat, and my skin is white and tender. Even now, when I see her, I have the urge to grab the girl in the mirror, hug her and love her well.

Well, since you don’t want these things, I won’t be polite.

I took a quick look at the furniture in front of me.

I already have an induction cooker and rice cooker at home, and I can take the floor-length mirror back with me. I used to be an old man and didn't need to look at myself in the mirror to admire my beauty. Now I'm a girl, and I don't know when I can change back. It's always good to take a mirror back as a backup. As for the dressing table, I will definitely need to comb my long hair in the future, and maybe it will involve skin care, so I should prepare in advance.

As for the pile at the back... well, there is enough in the clothes hangers and no need for a cabinet. It seems that this electric oven can be taken back. When I have nothing to do, I can learn to make cakes or something.

So, the four dollars I spent on the marshmallows just now was not wasted?

I squatted down slightly, carefully picked up the slightly scratched floor-length mirror, and walked towards the stairs behind me.

It was obvious that these things were just moved in by the residents of Room 602. I happened to run into them when I went downstairs at this time. A minute earlier or later, we would not have run into each other. If I had returned home earlier, I would probably have gone downstairs directly after processing the fish.

In other words, if I had not paid attention to the man in the suit at the market just now, had not taken the time to help him pick up the coins on the ground, and had not gone to find the man making marshmallows and waited for him to make the marshmallows, then I would have returned much earlier, and would not have met the girl and the property manager of Room 602, and naturally would not have known about their plan to deliver furniture after checking out.

It is rush hour now. As long as the young lady sends a message in the group saying "Check out, the items are on the first floor, first come, first served", the furniture will be sold out within half an hour.

It's pretty good to get so many useful things for four dollars.

People should be content with what they have. I don't have any special abilities, so I just rely on this Ah Q-like spirit to live.

I quickly moved the floor-length mirror back into the house, and then rested for a while at the door. When I thought about being able to use the oven to make my own cakes in the future, I felt this little girl's body full of fighting spirit again. I went downstairs at the speed of light and picked up the electric oven.

——When I have money, I must try the barbecue I made myself!

No, 013 This is my last ripple

This time I picked up a bargain and moved into my rental house a 50% new floor-standing mirror, a brand new dressing table, and an electric oven that came with an instruction manual and warranty card.

The tenant of Room 602 obviously bought the electric oven only a few months ago and moved out in a hurry. The floor-length mirror can be used after wiping the surface clean. As an old man like me, the dressing table may not be used for the time being. The electric oven is a bit small, but it is completely sufficient for baking one portion of food.

According to the instructions, this electric oven can be used for barbecues, making cakes and egg tarts, and you can also directly put cut corn and sweet potatoes in it to heat them.

Anyway, I had a great harvest today.

This joy of "earning something" is even greater than the excitement brought by giving the main weapon to the blacksmith for enhancement when playing games, and the display shows "5% success rate, weapon destroyed on failure", and then the blacksmith "bang" succeeds in enhancing the weapon.

Looking at the electric oven on the kitchen stove and the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner of the living room, and glancing at the fresh and cute little girl in the mirror, the depression that I felt in the morning because I was turned into a little loli disappeared unconsciously.

Well... in a way, it's a kind of comfort to be able to see a cute little girl in the mirror when you're unhappy.

"What is this? A cat climbing frame? They don't even want this anymore?"

I went downstairs again. Maybe it was because the young lady and her boyfriend sent a message in the group, there were already quite a few people gathered in the lobby on the first floor. It was obvious that they didn’t have to go to work today and had a day off. Most of them were wearing pajamas or slippers, picking and choosing among the remaining daily necessities.

"Hey, my family just happens to be in need of a kettle, not bad."

"Does anyone want the air pump? If no one wants it, I'll take it."

"You take it, I want this cabinet."

As I passed by these people, I secretly covered my mouth and chuckled.

I don’t know if this kind of personality trait belongs to “evil-hearted” or not, but when I am completely relaxed, I particularly enjoy similar situations.

For example, at this moment, I moved the valuable and useful things back to the house in advance, and then watched the latecomers arguing over some insignificant props.

Or on rainy days, I like to run to the bed or the balcony, play with my phone and listen to music leisurely, while watching the pedestrians downstairs complaining about their inability to move because of the heavy rain.

The heavier the rain, the better, and the more people, the better.

Of course, in most cases I am the one who arrives late and picks up what others have left behind, or the one who runs around outside and gets soaked by the rain, but this does not prevent me from enjoying the pleasure of switching identities.

I just carried that huge dressing table upstairs. My hands are all red and the flesh on my calves is a little sore.

The little girl really didn't have much strength. It took me ten minutes to move such a big table from the first floor to the third floor, and I even stopped to rest for a while in the middle.

Moreover, because of the continuous physical activity, I felt a vague hunger in my stomach.

It seems that I can make dinner directly after I get home.

With this mood in mind, after leaving the apartment, I went straight to the pedestrian crossing not far away, waited for a red light, and crossed the street.

I had already checked the nearest supermarket to me using the food delivery app at noon, so I decided to go to the larger supermarket to buy the rest of my daily necessities this time.

There is a busy commercial street about one kilometer across from my apartment, the "Snail House Apartment". However, you need to cross the road and then go through a small urban village. It usually takes about ten minutes to get there by bike. Now that I can't ride a bike and I've become such a small loli, it may take me twenty minutes to get there.

There is a super large supermarket at the end of the commercial street, which is the largest supermarket in the vicinity. The goods inside are very rich, and even the fresh vegetable and fruit area includes all the surrounding categories. It is my favorite place to go besides the nearby vegetable market.

One advantage of buying vegetables in a supermarket is that you don’t have to deal with middle-aged women or uncles buying vegetables, and you can buy the vegetables you want without complicated communication. The quality of vegetables and meat is guaranteed, but the price is a bit higher.

Just now when I was buying fish at the vegetable market, I needed to tell the stall owner which one I wanted, whether I wanted to kill it, remove the internal organs, cut it into pieces or score the fish. If I was buying meat or ribs or something, I had to gesture approximately how much I wanted and whether I wanted it chopped. As for the vegetable stall, there were all kinds of uncles and aunts chattering away. When they met a little girl like me, they would nag me with words like "You are so sensible?" and "Do you want to help your mother buy vegetables?"

There are not so many things to do in the supermarket. Fish, ribs, chicken breast, and beef are all cut into pieces and placed in boxes in the low-temperature freezer. The vegetables are also neatly arranged in bundles. You can bring a small cart and throw whatever you like into the cart, and then find a nearby staff to weigh it. You don't have to say a word during the whole process. It is a blessing for people with social phobia.

The supermarkets on our pedestrian street even have "foolproof" vegetable combinations, with neatly cut and cleanly washed ingredients and condiments packed into a box. For example, the sweet potato leaves are all tender leaves, and the skins are also processed. Paired with a small box of dried peppers, pickled bamboo shoots, and a small spoonful of salt, you can just buy them home and stir-fry them all to create a delicious dish.

Similarly, there are pre-cut pork ribs and winter melon soup, chicken and mushroom soup, and sour plum pork trotter soup. You don't even need to ask the waiter to weigh and label them. The prices are already marked, and you can just pour them into the pot, add water and heat them up when the time comes. You will have a big pot of delicious soup.

Of course, I don’t have such severe social anxiety, and I can still communicate simply with the vegetable sellers. I come to the supermarket just to buy some underwear for girls to change into, and to purchase some daily necessities that may be useful.

For example, slightly better shampoo and shower gel.

When I was an uncle, I had little interest in these things. I would just use cheap sulfur soap for bathing, one bar would last a month, and as for shampoo, I would just go to the grocery store and glance at the shelves and use whichever was cheaper.

Apart from anything else, I really don’t think my delicate body can tolerate the inferior sulfur soap. The same goes for shampoo. This waist-length hair doesn’t seem to be something that can be dealt with by cheap shampoo.

Although I am very depressed that I was turned into a girl, it does not mean that I will give up on myself and ruin my new body. I am not that kind of person.

Now that things have come to this, let’s try to live each day to the fullest.

"What's going on here?"

"A young man in his twenties, it seems like he had a sudden heart attack or something, tsk tsk ..."

I came to the urban village between the zebra crossing and the pedestrian street many times during my internship in college. Although it is very dirty and messy here, the houses are old, the streets are unsanitary, there are garbage, vegetable leaves and animal organs everywhere, and you can see huge rats running around at night, but the rent here is cheap. The first floor where you can live directly with the rats only costs 300 yuan a month, and the slightly better third and fifth floors can be rented for 500 yuan, and water and electricity are also very cheap.

Unlike the bustling urban village in my memory, this time I saw an ambulance on my side.

Several nurses carried a stretcher and brought a young man with his face covered with a white cloth down the stairs of a nearby self-built house.

A large group of people gathered around, probably because they all knew that the young man covered in white cloth had passed away. Most people did not speak, but just watched quietly. Only a few young people were whispering to each other.

"do you died?"

"Well, his neighbor said that this guy likes to stay up late, playing games every night, and going to work at 5:30 the next day. As a result..."

"Ugh……"

Then, when I was less than 10 meters away from the ambulance, I saw the Death Girl coming down from upstairs with the nurse.

It should be the Death Girl, right? She was completely different from the last time we met. Her face and body were covered in thick black fog, but I could still barely recognize that she was the Death Girl who turned herself into a loli this morning.

The Grim Reaper was followed by a young man, and both of their bodies were translucent.

The people around seemed to be completely unable to see the two translucent figures, and their eyes were still focused on the nurse and the stretcher.

"Let's go."

I heard the Grim Reaper say this in a voice that was neither male nor female.

"Ah."

The young man took one look at his body being carried into the ambulance and followed the Death Girl.

The Grim Reaper girl used her sickle to cut a black crack in front of her and walked in with the young man.

After a few seconds, the crack disappeared and the two figures disappeared in the crowd.

No. 014 Self-reliant Lolita catches the mole and throws it into the sky

5:30 pm, big supermarket in the center of the commercial street.

I took the familiar elevator to the second floor, found a small cart at the door, and walked briskly to the daily necessities section of the supermarket.

For an ordinary person like me, there is nothing more joyful than being able to go shopping in a supermarket as I please.

When I was an uncle, I might have been a little concerned about my thin skin and tried to act more politely. But now that I have become a little loli, I will express my happiness and let myself go.

Although I am somewhat familiar with the body shape and walking posture of the Grim Reaper whom I met in the village in the city just now, I am not 100% sure that she is the Grim Reaper girl who turned herself into this little loli in the morning.

Her face and body were obscured by the black fog, and the tone of her voice was specially processed so I couldn't tell her gender. Apart from the fact that her height was similar to the image of the Death Girl, I was really not sure of her identity.

What kind of existence is the god of death? What is his job? How many gods of death are there? Does the legendary hell really exist?

I don't know any of this.

Of course, I don’t have the ability to get involved in this area now.

Since childhood, I have been taught that people will die if they are killed, and that physical death means real death. There is no heaven or hell in the world, no other world or M78 Nebula, no slimes that can swallow dragons, and no skeletons that can destroy a country with bare hands. There will never be an outrageous plot where the whole class travels through time and I reincarnate as a spider and become a god, or I encounter a dragon on the hills outside and bring it home to raise it as a maid.

The world I know... has always been ruthless.

But now you suddenly tell me that there is a god of death in this world, and this god of death can get angry and chop off your head and turn you into a loli if you don’t agree with him. What should I do?

What can I do? Just let it be!

So far, I can confirm that my body is basically the same as that of an ordinary girl, except that I am too pretty and cute and can see things like the god of death and the "souls" of the dead.

I have very little strength, about the same as a girl in her teens. I almost fell down several times while moving a table. I feel tired after walking a few hundred meters. My stomach capacity is also very small. I feel full after a few bites of food, and then I feel hungry after a little activity for an hour or two.

According to that Grim Reaper girl, I seem to have some kind of "immortality" attribute, but I don't have the courage to try it.

Putting aside questions like whether it hurts or not, my body is so lovely now and I really can't bear to let her get hurt.

Come to think of it, neither the Death Girl nor I now seem to have a name?

My previous name was too masculine, so it definitely wouldn't work, although there doesn't seem to be any need for a new name so far.

After all, most of my social activities are online. Whether it is the gaming group or the reader group, everyone is used to calling me "uncle". Anyway, they can't see what I look like now through the Internet, so it doesn't matter what I call them.

As for the reality... I just need to pretend that she is my own sister to the housing management. Everyone's pace of life is very fast nowadays, and no one would be idle enough to chase after a little girl and ask her name, unless they have ulterior motives.

"Today's special offer...Saury chewy noodles, 10 bags for 3 yuan, welcome to try..."

"Freshly peeled jackfruit, 18.8 yuan a box, red jackfruit, special price 20 yuan a box..."

Amid the tireless broadcasting from the loud speaker above my head, I pushed a cart that was much larger than I remembered to the living area of ​​the supermarket and found the children's underwear section.

Then, I discovered something that made me laugh and cry.

—I can’t reach those clothes.

Yes, because the children's underwear section and women's underwear are mixed together in the supermarket, the adult clothing is placed at the bottom of the shelf, and the children's vests are placed on the top. For me in the past, I could reach that height by just raising my hand, but for me now...

No.

Totally untouchable!

I moved the cart aside and tried to stand on tiptoe and stretch my arms.

Out of reach.

I tried jumping a few more times.

Still can't reach it.

Damn, what are these people thinking!

Children's underwear, the people who buy it must be children! Why are you putting it on a counter that is more than two meters high? !

My eyes fell on the cart on the side.

Well...if I stand on it and raise my hand, I should be able to touch the clothes on the top layer, but doing so will risk falling.

I looked around the shelves.

This is the daily necessities area. In front of me is women's underwear, and in the back is men's underwear. Behind me are counters for small daily necessities such as hangers, brooms and mops, scissors, transparent tape, toothpicks and rags. Behind them are kitchen utensils, such as cutting boards, kitchen knives, seasoning boxes, etc. If I remember correctly, there is also a bowl and chopstick counter near the kitchen utensils area, which displays a lot of glass bowls and glasses...

In a lingerie counter like this, if you accidentally bump into it and a few pieces of clothing fall off, it’s not a big deal, but there’s a pile of glass products not far behind me…

Countless gif images of glass shattering like dominoes due to operational errors have emerged in my mind.