I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 64

The “concept” similar to the “Soul Gem” in “Puella Magi Madoka Magica“?

Because I couldn’t accept my beloved dying in front of me, I did everything to become a “rule” of “death” in order to prevent my beloved from experiencing death again in the next life, so I became a “concept” fixed in the real world?

These words from Pipi brought to mind the dreams I had during noon.

?Yes, girls can be a bit willful, being willful is a girl’s privilege… Haha, what’s with that expression on your face??

?It’s okay, no matter what happens, I will protect you.?

?Because you’re still very weak right now, you don’t know any magic. If one day in the future I get hurt, or if your abilities surpass mine, it will be your turn to protect me.?

?I’ve already taught you all the skills I know. Congratulations on graduating with a degree in magic! Magical races do learn very quickly, after all!?

?Compared to that, your cooking skills are still so terrible…?

So, were the dreams I’ve been having these past few days all real?

Just as Pipi said… to prevent the “hero” from dying again in the next life, did she choose to become a “rule” in another world?

But why did I turn into a little girl?

“Uncle? Uncle? Ahem, Nuo’er? Nuo’er, are you still there?”

In my daze, I kept hearing Jiang Wei and Pipi’s voices through my headphones. “You’re not actually seeing the Grim Reaper, are you? Don’t scare me.”

“No, I was just asking.”

As I snapped back to reality, I quickly explained, “I was just writing a book… I got stuck, had no inspiration, and was trying to see if I could introduce a Grim Reaper character.”

“Grim Reapers are tricky to write about. They’re not suitable as main characters, nor as supporting roles. This concept has been around for many years, and from the readers’ perspective, there’s nothing particularly fresh about it. With a little tweaking, it might work, but I doubt it will garner high subscriptions, like Pipi’s plot does,” I responded.

Jiang Wei seemed unaware of my off-tone mood and believed my explanation. “Are you planning to start a new book, or are you thinking of adding a Grim Reaper character to your current one?”

“No, since you both feel that way, I’ll skip writing about the Grim Reaper and stick to the original outline,” I casually replied. “Alright, for now, I’ll get back to writing.”

“Won’t you play a couple of ranked games first?” Jiang Wei asked.

“No, no, you guys go ahead,” I declined.

After hanging up the QQ voice call, I got up from my computer chair.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

There were a few muffled thunders from outside.

It looked like we were in for heavy rain in the coming days.

The weather in April and May was typically like this. It would start with a brief period of warmth at the end of March or the beginning of April, then it would cool down, and by the end of April, it would become hot and muggy, transitioning into the new season with several days of heavy rain. Once the rain stopped, real summer would arrive.

Since it was already this late, and no sign of that Grim Reaper girl had appeared, I decided to have my meal first.

With all those dishes, I would eat my share and leave some for her.

Anyway, during the hot summer, there was no such thing as “the food getting cold.”

Whether it was my past lover or just an ordinary person, regardless of the circumstances, I’m just an ordinary person now. That Grim Reaper is an entity beyond the laws of this world. Even if something has happened to her, with my current abilities, I probably can’t be of much help.

But if I, as a little girl, continue to avoid eating, I’ll likely end up with low blood sugar due to prolonged fasting.

“I can’t worry about her anymore.”

Realizing this, I stopped hesitating and sat down on the soft cushion in the middle of the living room, picking up a bowl and chopsticks.

I started with some pickled vegetables to go with the steamed rice to lighten my mood. Then came the fish… Hmm, it’s a little bit spicy, probably my taste buds have become more sensitive since I turned into a little girl. I’ll use less seasoning next time.

Next was pumpkin shoots, which had just the right flavor.

The bone broth was also good.

“…”

I devoured most of the horse mackerel, ate about a third of the pumpkin shoots, nibbled on some pork bones, and finished with a bowl of soup. Satisfied with my meal, I took my bowl and chopsticks to the sink and washed them clean.

Afterward, I went to the table nearby and looked at the strawberries on it. I hesitated for a moment and decided not to touch this fruit.

I’ll wait for her to arrive before eating them, strawberries are quite expensive.

I poured myself a cup of chrysanthemum tea, sat down in my computer chair, did some eye exercises, took a deep breath, put on my headphones, and opened my writing software.

Let’s get some work done first.

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Half an hour later, I finally managed to write the ending chapter that I had been struggling with due to restlessness and anxiety.

Glancing at the time, the hour hand had already moved to ten at night.

In the vast house, there was no sign of the Grim Reaper girl, only the old fan inside the computer case continued to hum.

“…”

I put on my slippers and walked to the living room.

No one was there.

I tried checking the bathroom, the cabinets, and even under the bed.

Still, no one.

My life seemed to have returned to its previous tranquility, except…

Facing the full-length mirror I had recently moved back, I brushed aside the bangs that were slightly covering my eyes.

In the mirror, a girl standing at under 1.4 meters tall had curious yet puzzled big eyes. She was wearing a black T-shirt with a heart pattern on the chest and overalls. Her long hair naturally fell behind her.

The girl exuded a lazy feeling, and her stray hairs swayed gently with the faint breeze coming in from the window.

Turning around, the horse mackerel and winter melon bone soup on the dining table in the living room were just as I left them, and the bowl filled with rice remained quietly beside a pair of chopsticks.

Does this mean she won’t be coming tonight?

For some reason, as I looked at the uneaten food, a faint sense of loneliness crept into my heart.

When did I become this weak?

Before encountering that Miss Grim Reaper, wasn’t I always living like this… alone, eating alone?

If I can’t finish it, I’ll just put it in the fridge and cook noodles or make some congee or green bean porridge for lunch tomorrow. It’s not a big deal.

Silently, I walked over to the cushion at the dining table, took off my slippers, and lay down on it to start doing sit-ups.

One, two, three, four…

Then came a combination of exercises to work on my abdominal muscles.

“…”

In the rented apartment on the third floor in the central district of Shenzhen City at night, you could faintly hear the sounds of car engines from the main road outside and the impatient “beep beep” of drivers waiting at traffic lights.

Occasionally, there were distant rumbles of thunder in the humid night sky, bringing a touch of nature to this bustling world.

Russian twists, one, two, three…

Like the previous few days, I completed a full set of exercises on the cushion and worked up a sweat.

I opened the gauze window, and I, drenched in sweat, retrieved the bunny pajamas I had washed just last night from the clothesline outside.

The clothes were very soft and carried a faint scent of lavender fabric softener, and the two bunny ears on the back were adorable.

As I saw the time inching closer to 11 o’clock, recalling the extreme exhaustion I had felt around 10:30 in the evenings over the past couple of days, I quietly sighed to myself. I began to pack up the uneaten fish and bone soup, poured out the leftover chrysanthemum tea, and returned the strawberries to their bag.

It looks like she won’t be coming tonight.