I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 362
Chapter 362: This World Wants Me to Submit
The strange little gang of thugs was easily dealt with by Xiao Mo.
Early in the morning, the streets of this remote small town were very quiet, and no one could see clearly what had happened.
Most of the nearby passersby might only know that some thugs targeted two cute girls, and then the thugs got taught a lesson. Their clothes and pants were shredded, and their phones were broken.
Xiao Mo had a very good grasp of distance. When the cards flew, there were no obvious magical effects. Even the thugs facing her might have thought it was some kind of very impressive card trick or perhaps some kind of witchcraft.
After all, the educational level here was very backward. Let alone watching anime or movies, most people probably didn’t even know how to use their phones well. Their knowledge level was limited.
Only I, who was beside Xiao Mo, knew the truth. She must have used some combination of lightning and wind magic.
By manipulating the repulsive and attractive forces of lightning, she controlled the movement of the playing cards, much like how Mikoto Misaka from “A Certain Magical Index” could pick up iron filings from the ground and shoot them or use them to attack enemies.
Although Xiao Mo was a lightning mage, she could still perform some other types of magic, like water magic.
Don’t be fooled by how this seemed like a not-so-powerful little magic; it required extremely high precision in controlling magical elements and a very high level of magical talent.
For instance, the “Mobius Circle” spell Xiao Mo taught me. She could precisely transform the conjured magic array into any shape and control its flying height to the millimeter. I couldn’t do that. If I were to fly… If I aimed for a flight distance of 10 meters, I might end up slipping and flying fifteen or sixteen meters or more.
“Do you think they didn’t follow us?”
With my little rabbit backpack on my back, I walked along the streets for a few minutes until we had gone several hundred meters away. Only then did I try to turn around and take a look at the place where the men had been standing just a moment ago.
Other than being able to vaguely see a few pieces of cloth lying on the side of the road, those people had already gone far away.
Speaking of which, Xiao Mo really showed no mercy just now. She shredded the clothes and pants of others, and also broke their phones.
If they were locals, they would definitely be laughed at by their neighbors when they got back. If they were outsiders, it would be even harder. No phone means it’s difficult to buy tickets, and without clothes, they can’t go to the station or take the bus.
They also don’t know how to make up excuses—when their neighbors ask them, “Bro, what happened to your clothes?”, they can’t possibly say… “I went to rob two little girls and got cut by their playing cards,” right? Just thinking about it feels ridiculous.
“Nope,” Xiao Mo said indifferently. “A few small thugs, not even as good as the goblins in our world.”
“Do goblins really exist?” I became interested. “Are they the ones that are all green, ugly, and wreak havoc in the forest?”
“Indeed, there are such creatures,” Xiao Mo nodded.
“If we delve into their ancestors… they’re probably some kind of mutated humans.”
“If those who were chasing us just now were goblins, they wouldn’t even know what fear is. Feeling my magic, they would only angrily charge at us. Those people were somewhat sensible, knowing that we are dangerous.”
Normal people know what danger is, right?
Who uses flying playing cards to cause trouble…?
Just now, Xiao Mo’s playing cards shattered their clothes right in front of the men. Normal people, or rather, people with clear minds, understand that if Xiao Mo has the ability to cut their clothes, she can also accurately make a cut on their carotid arteries…
?Xiao Mo’s magic is very gentle, like tasting a mulberry picked from a summer garden, sweet.]
I took out my phone and quickly wrote:
?Because her magic is used for me, sometimes such magic is like the sunlight grapes grown on the balcony, with a crystal-like skin and juicy flesh inside, biting into it, it’s all Xiao Mo’s love juice…?
“What are you writing?”
My actions caught Xiao Mo’s attention nearby.
“Writing a novel?”
“Yeah, isn’t my new book mainly about documenting our daily lives?”
I quickly covered the phone screen. “I need to record Xiao Mo’s fierce appearance just now word for word.”
“Will anyone read it if you write like that?”
Xiao Mo didn’t seem to mind what I was writing on my phone.
“Although novels draw from life, if they are too similar to life, people will find them unpleasant.”
“It doesn’t matter, as long as there are readers who like to read it, even though none of them are following it eagerly.”
I took out my phone again and wrote—
?It seems that my partner at home doesn’t think that mundane daily life would be liked by readers. She still hope that I can slightly embellish some of the trivial matters in my daily life like I did when we first met, so that I can have more readers. But I refuse to do so because Xiao Mo’s slightly anxious but still trying to maintain her dignity expression is really cute.?
I remember back in the rental house, the first time we met, Xiao Mo said about my novel, “The beginning is verbose, there’s no sense of anticipation, and the outline is inexplicable. You’re writing a dog novel. I can scatter rice on the keyboard, and even a chicken could write better than you.”
Indeed, the books I wrote at that time were basically like that. It’s my common problem.
In the fast-food era now, people actually don’t care much about the depth of novels, nor do they care about the specific stories inside. Most people just demand one word: “exciting.”
For example, the plot of Xiao Mo fighting the thugs just now could have a lot more written if it followed the expectations and popular online novel routines.
First, delete all descriptions of me and Xiao Mo going to the snack bar to eat, including what we ate, the layout and decoration of the snack bar, the character of the boss, the history and taste of various snacks, etc., and then focus the narrative on the three thugs.
Describe how powerful the three thugs are at first glance, instilling fear in people, with well-developed muscles, resembling grizzly bears, capable of knocking out a cow with a single punch. When they walk, even the floor of the snack bar sinks in.
Then, use ordinary people to contrast the strength of these three thugs, fabricating conflicts between them and ordinary citizens. It would be best to write about a daring commoner who, when being robbed by them, rises up to resist bravely, wielding a machete and charging at the thugs.
Then, the thugs disdainfully raise their hands—”Clang!”—the machete of the resisting commoner hits their wrist, producing a sound like steel.
The thugs’ hands show no signs of injury, while the machete of the commoner even curls up its blade. The onlookers gasp in astonishment, marveling at the terrifying power of these thugs and so on.
In short, various descriptions and contrasts are used to portray the invincibility of the thugs. When these people come looking for me and Xiao Mo, the onlookers advise us, “Two little girls, just give them the money. You’re new here and unfamiliar with the place. Don’t provoke these three gentlemen, they are invincible. Don’t waste your time.”
Once again, use the language and actions of the bystanders to emphasize that “they don’t hold out hope for us” and the atmosphere of “don’t mess with the thugs,” which could fill at least ten chapters with anticipation.
Then, of course, Xiao Mo takes action, and there is another round of gasps from the crowd. One chapter describes Xiao Mo’s calmness and the dramatic scene of her swiftly defeating the thugs, followed by another chapter depicting the expressions and demeanor of the bystanders.
Finally, we go back to the snack bar owner, who is in tears, thanking us for eliminating evil from the area and firmly expressing the intention to give us the best sword in the whole village.
However, Xiao Mo in reality wouldn’t even bother about such trivial matters. When she noticed someone was tracking us or even intending to rob us, she directly warned the thugs with her most powerful magic.
There weren’t many spectators nearby—actually, people here, having encountered similar situations too often, feared getting involved and wouldn’t bother to watch.
“Alright, alright, it’s Nuo’er’s own book. As long as Nuo’er is happy.”
She seemed no longer concerned about the content of my book, and Xiao Mo affectionately patted my head.
“Let’s take a stroll around here for a bit, and in the afternoon, I’ll take you somewhere.”
“Hmm?” I was curious. “Go… where?”
“To the underground of that lake,” Xiao Mo didn’t beat around the bush.
“This morning, I sensed a large cavity beneath the lake water, probably with an underground river. The scenery should be beautiful, so we can go there for a walk.”
“……”
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