I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 38
Will I have to live in this little girl’s body?
And this body won’t grow, won’t die, it will always stay in its current state?
What kind of bizarre setting is this! It seems to go beyond what science can explain, right?
No, even the “Grim Reaper” has appeared now, so why should I care whether it’s scientific or not?
Although, so far… I’ve more or less adapted to this little girl’s body. And in some ways, she seems to be “easier” than the uncle’s body. For instance, she doesn’t have all the strange little quirks the uncle had. She’s full of vitality, agile, mentally sharp, and her biological clock is very accurate, so there are no headaches like insomnia and vivid dreams. The only downside is that she’s too short and not very strong, but these limitations don’t have a big impact on my life. But…
This doesn’t mean I like being a girl!
Uncle has his dignity! The dignity of a man!
“Um…”
In the bright light of the rented room, facing the Miss Grim Reaper in front of me, who was looking at me like a small pet, I gathered my courage and said, “Can I ask a few questions?”
“Sure, as long as they’re not about my background and lineage, and don’t involve the world’s true secrets, you can ask anything.”
The Grim Reaper had an expression that seemed to say, “I knew you would ask that,” and added, “Besides those topics, I’ll do my best to answer your other questions, Cutie.”
Cutie?! What the hell is that! I’m an uncle! An uncle!
The term “Cutie” sent a shiver down my spine, and it seemed like even the hair on my head stood on end.
Do you feel uncomfortable calling an uncle like this? Don’t you feel like there are caterpillars crawling all over your body?
And why does she know so clearly what I want to ask?
I thought to myself in frustration.
Clearly, what I most want to know is her background and the truth about the world…
What is a Grim Reaper? What are her duties and abilities? What is this world really like? Where do people go after they die? Is it true that there are urban superpowers or cultivation in another world, as written in novels…
“Don’t worry, you, my friend, are just a special case caused by my whim. This world is just as you imagine, without so many strange things.”
Once again, she teleported into the room and dragged my computer chair out of the room. Then she sat down in the chair with a “plop,” raised one foot wrapped in black stockings, wiggled a few toes inside the stockings, and with a queenly demeanor, looked down at me on the cushion, “Don’t you think it’s delightful to turn a grown man into a little girl and have her struggle for survival in this cruel world?”
No… ma’am, although I support the idea that people’s life is their own business, can’t you… just not be so grounded?
Even going to hell would be fine, there are succubus in hell!
I just made a casual joke about your body before dying, but did it have to be like this…
Thinking to myself in frustration, I glared at the Miss Grim Reaper sitting in the chair.
A mere goddess of death can create a body out of thin air, but can’t even control her own figure and has to steal other people’s food. Isn’t that strange?
“Yes, that’s the look… I love seeing that look of yours, so helpless and oppressed, yet too weak to act,” the Miss Grim Reaper said, propping her round face in her hands and staring at me as if appreciating a work of art. “Paired with this face I specially created for you… the most pitiful girl’s face, it’s just perfect.”
“Uncle, you really suit being a cute little sister, hehe…”
I…
If this were in a manga right now, I’m sure there would be several “????”[1] characters already popping up on my forehead.
Endure…
Endure! Control yourself!
Don’t let out your rage, don’t create something from nothing, stay invulnerable…
Revenge is a dish best served cold!
“I… Then I won’t ask those questions you mentioned…”
After a few seconds of forcibly suppressing my inner anger, in order not to look down on this girl who seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen, I stood up from the cushion and asked, “Can I ask questions about myself?”
The Miss Grim Reaper extended her hand, which was clad in a black glove, and said, “You can ask, Cutie.”
“In what sense won’t my current body die?” I carefully formulated my question. “For example, if I don’t eat for several days, will I not starve to death?”
“Of course not,” the Miss Grim Reaper replied with a smile. “However, you will remain in a constant state of hunger, in excruciating pain, with your body teetering between life and death… Believe me, Cutie, you wouldn’t want to experience that feeling.”
“Um…” I was relieved that I had been eating regularly these past few days.
If it were really as this person described, unable to die but suffering extreme hunger, weakness, fatigue, on the brink of starving to death, I don’t think I could last a minute.
And what if, at that point, I didn’t even have the strength to move, my consciousness remained clear, and the torment continued… ugh.
“So…,” I tentatively asked, “if I were to experience an accident, or something more serious, like losing my head, for instance, I still wouldn’t die?”
If my head were to be chopped off, and I still didn’t die, would my body regenerate? If it did, would my head grow back onto my body, or would my body grow a new head? Or would they automatically attract and merge together?
Reference to Deadpool from Marvel? Wolverine? Or Slime?
It’s getting more and more bizarre…
“…”
For some reason, after I asked this question, the Grim Reaper slowly narrowed her eyes, and her face took on a somewhat terrifying look. “You can try it, Cutie.”
Okay, I won’t try it.
I never intended to let myself die in the first place. Asking these questions was merely out of the curiosity of an author.
“In any case, I’ll be back at this time tomorrow, Cutie, so you can make an extra serving of dinner to welcome this lady.”
I was still contemplating what else to ask when the miss grim reaper in front of me, without any warning, raised a scythe and tore open space, bathing in black light, and disappeared.
“Wait…”
I reflexively prepared to catch up, but the crack closed before I could reach the entrance.
The spacious rental room returned to its usual silence.
Don’t leave yet! My identity! Give me a legitimate ID, hey!
“…”
I flopped down onto the cushion with a “thud.”
This is just too unreasonable, isn’t it? Coming in and out of someone else’s room so casually, showing up whenever she pleases, it’s like I have no privacy left…
Oh wait, I guess I really don’t have much privacy in front of that Miss Grim Reaper. She knows my past, she even checked my browser history, and this body was created by her…
Suddenly, a profound sense of powerlessness overwhelmed me.
I’ll just have to make do, what else can I do…
I moved the computer chair that the miss grim reaper had pulled out of the room back inside. I took a sip of the chicken soup that had been sipped by someone else and still had warmth. It seemed fine, there didn’t seem to be any strange components like computer parts in it.
Afterward, I took out my phone, planning to watch some educational videos while eating, just like I used to.
?Uncle, can you reply to me??
?I told the editorial department about your situation, but because we have some activities for Labor Day these days, we can’t print and send the contract to you.?
I had just opened my phone, and a QQ message from “Tuzi,” the editor at Honeydew Light Novel, who I had set as a “Special Contact,” popped up.
?The editorial department read your information and found out you’re also in Shenzhen.?
?If you can’t find another phone for face recognition, I suggest you come directly to the Great East Convention Center tomorrow or the day after. We have an anime convention going on here.?
?“Honeydew” has a booth at the convention, and it runs until the afternoon the day after tomorrow. If you come, just look for the editorial department, and you can sign the contract on the spot.?
?Please reply so I can add you to the novel signing group…?
TL Notes:
[1] It’s “Onomatopoeia.”
???? (Buruburu) : Trembling from cold, fear, or anger ?