People who are interested in comics will never die in the Shura field

You can even design a death through notes. For example, you can write someone's name in your notes and then set it up so that they die in a car accident at 7 p.m.

Even if this guy is on a boat at sea, a car will fall from the sky and kill him. It's that absurd and completely unreasonable.

If no method of death is designed, the person whose name is written on the paper will die of cardiac arrest in five seconds.

When talking about Death Note, one cannot help but mention the protagonist of this world, the famous Light Yagami.

This is a student with an exceptionally high IQ.

She was among the top students in school and always believed that her IQ was higher than everyone else's and that she should be superior to others.

This is how a somewhat immature boy obtained the Death Note.

This is very interesting.

Light Yagami fantasizes that he is a god who punishes criminals, writing their names in the Death Note through newspapers, causing the criminals imprisoned to die one by one.

That's why he became a public enemy of the police.

Indeed, some of these criminals have committed unforgivable crimes, but they should be punished by human laws, not by your abuse of vigilante justice.

And so, a self-proclaimed god-like murderer, a group of police officers, and a somewhat neurotic detective named L embark on a brainstorming session.

"If you have chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), you should take brain-dead pills. It's a terminal illness, it needs treatment." Yamabuki Hanaran picked up the Death Note in front of her, thought for a moment, then took out a pen and wrote her own thoughts on it.

Name already given.

Now we can prove that this Death Note is ours.

Just then, Yamabuki Hanaran noticed someone passing by her.

These people were all looking at him with strange expressions.

Yamabuki Hanajin noticed that all the people were wearing school uniforms, both boys and girls, and then realized that she had actually been lying on the school's lawn that day.

A girl walked over with a curious look and asked, "Little sister, are you alright? Do you need me to take you to the infirmary? Is anything bothering you?"

Little sister?

Yamabuki Hanakami looked at her hands.

Those were slender, delicate hands, clearly belonging to a minor girl. So, who did I become today?

And five seconds have passed, and the Death Note doesn't seem to have any effect. Could I have gotten a fake one?

Yamabuki Hanajin patted his clothes and stood up. He realized he was wearing a black dress, which, judging from the style, was probably a school uniform, with a tie at the neckline.

She wore a red silk scarf, black stockings, and black shoes.

But looking at this look, Yamabuki Hanaran already guessed who she had become today.

However, in order to prove her conjecture, she still reached out and clicked on today's system interface.

Name: Yamabuki Hana (Enma Ai)

Gender: Unknown (female)

Age: Unknown (Although he looks very young, he is actually over four hundred years old)

Ability: An everlasting ahoge (even when transformed into Hell Girl, she remains cute).

Duty: Hell Girl (can send humans to hell, provided a contract is signed)

Note: Hey Grim Reaper over there, listen up! Don't you dare steal my business, understand? Or I'll cry!

The girl who had just asked the question saw that the mountain was in full bloom and the flowers were blooming without saying a word. She thought the little girl was shy, so she grabbed her little hand and led her to the chair next to her.

"Where do you live? Do you want me to call the police and send you home?" the girl asked with concern.

Shan Chuihualan shook her head, indicating that she was fine and there was no need to worry about her.

Did you see that? Such a good person should go to heaven.

Just as Yamabuki Hanaren was pondering how to use the Death Note, a strange, tall figure appeared beside her—it was none other than the Shinigami Ryuk.

However, he looks more like a flamboyant young man.

"I never imagined that a little girl would find my lost notebook. Little girl, do you want to become the Grim Reaper? All you have to do is write someone's name in this notebook, and you can..."

"Isn't it convenient to kill someone personally? Has anyone ever bullied you? You can use this notebook to get revenge!" Ryuk looked at Yamabuki Hanaran with a grin.

Yamabuki Hanaran stared expressionlessly at the Grim Reaper before her.

"It's because you Shinigami are so unruly that our Hell is in such chaos." Yamabuki Hanaran stared at the Shinigami in front of her.

"Hell?" Ryuk's face showed a very strange expression.

Why mention hell?

"If the King of Hell calls for someone to die at midnight, who dares to keep them alive until dawn? Of course, it's me. To tell you the truth, I am the boss of Hell. Everyone's life and death are predetermined and should not be dictated by anyone."

This notebook is controlled unless this person signs a contract with me. "Yamabuki Hanachi,"

In other words, you're not allowed to compete with me for sales, or else I'll teach you a lesson.

Death Ryuk burst into laughter: "Hell? Hell dares to steal someone from me? Little girl, believe me or not, I'll write your name on it?"

Yamabuki Hanajin: "No."

Just as the two were arguing, a boy who looked very intelligent walked past them.

Yamabuki Hanachi: "You're the Grim Reaper, right? You can make anyone die whenever you want, right? How about we make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"Let's bet on who kills him first!" Yamabuki Hanajin pointed at Yagami Light, who was on his way to school.

Chapter 967 (Main Text 970) The Bet Between Hell Girl and the Grim Reaper

Night God Moon.

There are many scumbags in the world of anime, but Light Yagami is truly unique in his ability to be so refreshingly scumbag.

Other scumbags are either scumbags with blonde hair who scumbag the female lead, or brainless scumbags who humiliate the male lead. Light Yagami is different. Light Yagami has his own ideals. He wants to become the god of this world.

He accidentally obtained the Death Note and discovered that he could control the life and death of other people. The question is, is this ability any different from that of a true god?

Power, wealth, status—none of these matter in the face of life and death.

So, Light Yagami drifted away.

At first, he only killed criminals, but later the police got involved, and he started killing police officers, detectives, and anyone who stood in his way.

The farce only came to a complete end when Ryuk, the Shinigami, wrote Light Yagami's name in the Death Note.

However, at present, Light Yagami is just an ordinary top student, with excellent grades and is deeply loved by his teachers.

His parents also had high expectations for him.

Over time, he did become arrogant, though not terribly so. Light Yagami never had friends, not because he was isolated, but simply because he thought ordinary people were less intelligent.

A businessman is not worthy of being his friend.

Who made their mind superior to others?

With these thoughts in mind, Light Yagami saw a girl in a black uniform talking to herself on a bench.

He couldn't help but cast a sympathetic glance at her.

It's so tragic that someone so young has gone mad.

Of course, while he might sympathize with him, he wouldn't actually offer to help.

He didn't want to get involved with such a madman. Light Yagami had already planned his life; he would get into a good university, become an outstanding student, and achieve the highest possible results.

I hope to graduate from university, find a great job, and if possible, trick a beautiful woman into becoming my wife, and ideally have a child as smart as me.

perfect.

"Hey you narcissist over there, stop looking around, I'm talking to you." The girl's voice reached his ears.

Light Yagami looked around, then pointed to his face with his right hand in disbelief. "You actually called me a narcissist?"

How did you figure that out? You have a really good eye for people.

Although he didn't really want to go, there were so many classmates watching, and if he refused a young girl's request for help, it might tarnish his image.

Light Yagami flashed an extremely fake smile: "Little sister, what do you need my help with? Big brother has to go to class, can you hurry up and tell me what you want to say?"

Yamabuki Hanajin stared at Yagami Light in front of her: "I am Hell Girl, I come from Hell, and this one next to me is a Shinigami."

"Huh???" Light Yagami was completely confused.

Is this a line from some stage play? ggFA

"Little sister, if there's nothing urgent, I'll be going now. My time is very precious." Yagami Light gave what he thought was a very charming smile.

He believed that no girl could resist his smile.

But the girl looked at him with unusual calmness.

His calm demeanor was a little creepy.

"I, representing the non-hell faction, am prepared to make a bet with this Grim Reaper. This Mr. Grim Reaper believes he can control the life and death of everyone in the world, but I believe only Hell can control it."

There are life and death at stake. So, for the next day, this Grim Reaper will be hunting you down, and I will offer my assistance. He wants you dead, but I will not let you die. Therefore, you must...

"Be prepared." Yamabuki Hanaran stared at Yagami Light.

"You're insane!" Light Yagami, certain that the girl had something wrong with her mind, said this and turned to leave.

"Ugh, I was telling the truth, so why are the people in this world like this?" Yamabuki Hanajin tore a page from the Death Note, folded it into a paper airplane, and held it to Yagami Light's forehead.

Throw it over.

Light Yagami was hit on the head by the paper airplane. He grabbed the paper airplane in frustration, and as he turned his head, he saw a non-human monster standing next to the girl.

In an instant, Light Yagami felt his blood run cold.

Where did this monster come from?

No, could it be that what that girl said was true?

She really came from hell? And made a bet with Death? And I was the wager? What right do you have to use me as a wager? This world values ​​human rights; what you're doing is immoral.

Believe it or not, I'll call the police...

In this situation, there's probably nothing the police can do, right?

This is the first time Light Yagami has encountered a problem that he cannot solve with his own brain.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do.

Ryuk, the Grim Reaper, smiled and extended his hand to greet Light Yagami.

"You can see me? It's a good thing you can see me. Let me explain the rules of the game. This is the Death Note. As a Shinigami, I can design deaths. You will die of cardiac arrest in five minutes."

"Girl from hell, I've made my move. Let's see how you handle it!" Ryuk, the Grim Reaper, wrote Light Yagami's name directly on it.

Light Yagami stared at the Shinigami with a look of terror on his face.

Five minutes? I'll die in five minutes? Can't you gods be reasonable? ggFA

I'm so young, why would you want me to die?

Died of cardiac arrest? Are there any preventative measures?

Light Yagami tossed his schoolbag aside. In this situation, the only option was to run to the hospital, but five minutes wasn't enough time... and he couldn't even find the nearest hospital. As for the school clinic...

It cannot solve the problem of cardiac arrest.

Light Yagami's mind raced. Suddenly, he looked at Hana Yamabuki, strode over, and grabbed her shoulder: "Didn't you make a bet with him? I still have five..."

He'll die in minutes, hurry and lift the curse for me, you don't want to lose to him either, right? We can team up...

With a gentle wave of her hand, Yamabuki Hanajin sent Yagami Light flying by an invisible force.

He felt like his bones were being crushed.

"Whether I want to save you or not is entirely up to me. Actually, we could cooperate; this adorable Grim Reaper could take your life, and this even more adorable Hell Girl could..."

His soul will be cast into the eighteenth level of hell, never to be reincarnated! So, put away your petty cleverness; before that, learn what respect truly means.

Yagami Yue's pupils were shaking.

"This is a problem you two caused, why should I respect you?"

Yamabuki Hanajin looked at the Grim Reaper Ryuk: "I don't like him. Let him die in five minutes, then we'll find another target."