Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

So fun!!

Human beings are indeed not simple.

Endless conspiracies just to kill each other - Ryuk must be very happy recently.

However, things have been getting weirder in recent years.

Clearly at the beginning, the King of Death had us warned not to interfere with the human world or sneak into the human world without permission - and not to allow humans to kill people with the Death Note.

recently…

This rule is becoming increasingly vague.

Is it ok?

Can we appear in the human world at will and kill humans at will?

The Death King has become more powerful, or...

Some opportunities have been reached?

I choose to stay in the realm of death.

I always feel like something is not right...

Ryuk, be careful.

…………

……

——"Diary·Centennial Chronicle·No.9"

Ryuk is dead.

Lyme is dead.

It turns out that the Grim Reaper can also be killed.

How scary…

I saw all this—

Do you want to report it to me?

That girl...and that dragon.

What kind of monster is this?

No, I'd better tell you right away. My premonition is getting worse and worse. We who have always looked down on humans will be killed as easily as ants.

No.

The price of all these years of boredom was only eternal life, which she couldn't take away so easily.

I'm going.

…………

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——"Diary·Centennial Chronicle·Part 10"

I reported the matter.

But, it may be too late.

Daryl Kiroosa was a monstrous being second only to Slave—and it was cut in half.

The world of death has become an ice field.

Now, I am hiding in the farthest cave, writing this diary, listening to the screams of my former card-playing companions.

My hands are shaking.

How many years has it been since I last felt "fear"?

This time it's really over.

That girl, with her dragon, fought in the world of death.

——It's ridiculous. Many years ago, I complained that it was meaningless for me to write a diary since I was immortal. Now it seems that this diary will fall into the hands of other guys sooner or later.

hand…

Trembling.

It's getting colder.

It never snowed in the world of death.

My feet seemed to be frozen.

I…

Can't move.

Ha ha…

we.

It’s not God at all.

Ridiculous immortality.

Ridiculous Death Gods.

雪…

A silver world...

So lovely.

Once upon a time, when I was still a human,

Have you seen it?

Chapter 133 Hit me, hit me

Ashes, frozen earth.

Ashes fell from the sky.

The permafrost grows from beneath your feet.

Every step he took was like putting a sub-zero ice cube into a glass of water close to zero degrees. The brilliant and cold ice surface extended forward along the toe of the black boots.

With every step, it was as if a goddess living in a snowstorm broke through the snowflakes, stepped on the ice and snow, and approached the human society with a pure and holy face.

With every step he took, there were short and powerful screams coming from all around him, which were then quickly extinguished by the howling north wind.

The wind was cold and the thick snow was crunching.

The barren world of the God of Death, which is always covered by ashes falling from the sky, is now covered with whiter and colder snow.

Frozen bones wither behind the ice goddess or break under the sharp teeth of dragons.

The vast snowfield will ultimately only record the ice and snow goddess's happy giggles and the endless dragon roars.

Click.

The ice pierced through the Grim Reaper with an animal skull.

In the cave, it...

It seemed to be holding a book and writing hurriedly. Its lower body had long been melted into ice and snow, leaving only its two hands and head still able to move freely.

After Mori Yuesha came in, it seemed that it could be heard sighing.

Then, ice and snow killed it.

"journal…?"

Nagini walked on the snow and looked around cautiously. Among the remains of the Grim Reaper, she found the notebook where he had been writing and drawing before he died.

Not a Death Note, but a diary.

Unexpected?

Does the Grim Reaper still keep a diary?

Nagini handed the notebook to Mori Yuesa.

——A century-old chronicle?

"He's still a cultural death god." Mori Yuesha spat out small ice flowers, and the long black hair behind her head had long disappeared, replaced by long and soft silver tentacles...

Tentacles.

The power of the young Cookie is not enough to manipulate such a large amount of ice and snow, so Mori Yuesha must release the incomplete "Moon Goddess" form.

She thought these little tentacles that moved when she shook her head were quite interesting.

Rolling around.

Nagini is a bit hard to describe.

Doesn't she like her little tentacles?

"I'm just worried about your health, Master." Nagini glanced at a tentacle that was stealthily pulling at her shirt, picked it up inconspicuously, and threw it back into the 'tentacle hair group'.

Even now, some of my hobbies remain unchanged.

"It's true that 'Moon Goddess' can multiply your mana, and the same goes for the physical burden."

This kind of power that can freeze half of a small plane should not appear on Mori Yuesha at this moment. How many land cards did she make?

"I know, I know." The girl stroked the tentacles that had grown wildly to her ankles and walked out of the cave on the ice and snow.

Looking up, I saw ice fields everywhere.

"It will be soon, just hold on a little longer."

She murmured, "I've killed all your Death Gods, and yet you still don't show up?"

"The Lord of Death?"

The blizzard covered every inch of the earth.

When each Grim Reaper lost his life because of her, the notebook they carried would spontaneously combust into ashes—a faint blue flame would start to burn from one corner...

She had lost count of how many shinigami she had killed and how many notebooks she had burned.

"Skinny boy."

Turning back and calling out to Cookie, the two men and the dragon looked towards the end of the only remaining plane.

A mass of flesh and blood mud, with eyeballs studded in it, was slowly wriggling its sticky body towards them.

Behind him, all the traces he had walked along turned into charcoal.

Dozens? Or hundreds of eyeballs?

When I looked in the same direction strangely, goose bumps appeared.

The closer you get, the taller the flesh and blood mud becomes.

Close to three meters...right?

Nagini removed the fan from her hair and rubbed her neck.

"Master, be careful... This might be the 'King of Death' they are talking about."

The mud was churning and a foul odor was blowing.

It has no vocal organs, and the sound comes from within its wriggling body.

It said, "I am a slave."

The flesh-and-blood monster with a hundred eyes didn't say much, and just like a spider that hunched its body, when it was within the range that could pounce on the target - it spread out its flesh and blood and instantly jumped up!

"Intruder!"