I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 66

In the morning, it was slightly colder than the past few days. I could faintly hear the pitter-patter of rain outside the window.

“Drip, drip.”

“Drip, drip.”

I sat on my small bed, wearing the rabbit night dress. I lowered my head, and my soft silk hair hung down behind me, creating a small world that seemed separated by a waterfall.

Turning around, I picked up the piece of paper from the bedside, looking at the crooked keywords like “Reincarnation of the Demon Clan,” “Taboo,” “Rules,” and I fell into a long silence.

As a novelist, many times, the worlds and events in my dreams are a great source of inspiration. Unfortunately, the brain’s mechanism of forgetfulness makes us quickly forget the content of our dreams after waking up. However, this forgetfulness is not a quick “delete” within a short time, but rather it buries the memory deep in the brain, so you just can’t recall it. As long as you can remember key scenes or specific plots from the dream, it’s still possible to dig out the content of the dream.

This feeling is a bit like when we walk in a strange place and suddenly feel familiar, and then following this train of thought, you might think, “I seem to have dreamt of this place.”

After experiencing not being able to remember exciting dreams once or twice, I learned this little trick: preparing a pen and paper by the bed, reminding myself multiple times before sleep, “Don’t forget to write down the content of your dreams.” After dreaming, no matter when I wake up, I immediately grab the pen and jot down the key words of the dream, even in the dark, relying on intuition.

Most of the time, the content written down this way is chaotic and unclear because consciousness is hazy. You may not even know who you are, let alone hold a pen. This can lead to strange and unintelligible writing, and the text itself may not make sense. However, within these messy strokes, there will always be one or two keywords. Like right now.

Looking at the scribbles on the paper, the dream from last night began to faintly emerge in my mind:

A world on the brink of destruction, with humans, demons, magic, and a demon king. The demon king wielded supreme power, acting recklessly, destroying everything in his path. Humans were displaced, and the world was engulfed in flames of war.

It’s a somewhat clichéd plot for an alternate world, one I’ve written about countless times in my own stories. But… the alternate world in my dream was not as simple as what I’ve written. It involved complex morals, rules, culture, and magic, far darker and intricate than most worlds I’ve created as an author.

In the world I currently inhabit, there is no magic, no demon king, and no strange races like dragons, dwarves, or elves. Almost everyone has a similar lifespan, and in this seemingly equal and ordinary world, there is still an abundance of war, darkness, and tears.

What would an alternate world with so many mods and expansion packs be like? I don’t know, I can’t remember.

I only remember… in my dream, I seemed to have adopted a lone demon girl and traveled the world with her, teaching her the language of humans, how to live, and how to use magic. For centuries, the two of us journeyed far and wide.

Then, in a battle with the “demon king,” I died in order to save that demon girl. Just before my final moments, the little girl said to me:

“I will seek revenge and then find you, to create a world where neither of us will die.”

Of course, the above is just a dream I had last night. Like all the dreams I’ve had in this lifetime, it didn’t seem particularly special, aside from some vaguely familiar scenes. I didn’t recover any lost memories like the protagonists in most typical isekai stories or TV dramas, nor did I awaken any special talents, magic, or strange abilities.

I adjusted the long hair that had fallen in front of my face and arranged my bangs to the back. After becoming a girl, dealing with the long hair and arranging the bangs had become almost a subconscious habit. I lowered the mosquito net, climbed out of the small bed, and put on the slippers by the bedside. I walked over to the window and opened the glass pane.

“Whoosh…”

Instantly, a morning breeze mixed with the scent of rain hit me in the face. It was raining outside, not too heavily but not lightly either. The sky was covered in dark clouds, creating a gloomy atmosphere.

I turned to look at the living room, and just like last night, nothing had been disturbed. The refrigerator door was closed, the support for dining table was retracted, a small bag with strawberries lay quietly on the table, and the packaging for the chrysanthemums I bought from the supermarket was slightly torn, with two small flowers peeking out.

I walked over to the refrigerator, opened the door, and saw the food inside remained untouched.

That world… if the concept of reincarnation exists, then my memories have been thoroughly erased.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, studying the reflection of myself inside.

This was probably the ninth time I had observed the little girl in the mirror.

At this moment, I was wearing a pink and white off-the-shoulder rabbit nightgown, my small face showing clear signs of sleepiness, and my messy hair standing on end. Under the skirt, a pair of slender white legs was particularly alluring.

If, by some chance, the dreams I’ve had these past few days were all real, and I have known that grim reaper all along, or rather, she was the demon girl I raised in my “previous life,” where could she be right now?

Demons tend to hide when they’re injured. We agreed to have dinner together last night, and it’s way past that time, and she hasn’t shown up. Does that mean the grim reaper got “injured”? Can a grim reaper even get injured?

A possible scenario crossed my mind: did she go and have a showdown with the demon king who killed me in the dream? In terms of strength, she learned all her magic from “me,” and if I got taken out by the demon king, could she single-handedly deal with him?

Or could it be that I reincarnated into this world and have been living here for some time, while time has passed significantly over there, and her power has grown to the extent that she can interfere with the laws of this world, and then casually killed the demon king, avenging the “me” from before?

Did Miss Grim Reaper not show up yesterday because she went for a final showdown with the demon king? My writer’s brain certainly does enjoy overthinking.

Back in the bedroom, I sat down in front of the computer. Alright, following this train of thought, if she really went to confront the demon king, whether she won or fled in defeat, where would she be now?

I compared the messy paper in my hand and desperately tried to recall last night’s dream.

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?You’re still the same as before, like to hide in a corner and brood after getting hurt. ?

?Is it a demon’s habit? I’ve heard that demons aren’t good at trusting others, and when they’re injured, that’s when they’re most vulnerable. So, they hide away, like a wounded kitten, to lick their wounds alone. ?

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A corner… a cave?

But Shenzhen City is so big, where could there be a cave? Even if there were, it would be in a remote location, and with my current appearance, I couldn’t get there.

Lost in thought, my attention was drawn to the wallet on the computer desk.

Wait a minute… the last time we met yesterday, the grim reaper gave me an ID…

Suddenly, I remembered something, and I quickly grabbed the wallet and took out the ID.

Name: Yin Nuo’er

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: December 24, 2003.

These were very basic pieces of information. December 24th was my birthday, Christmas, which coincided with my uncle’s birthday in the past. That 2003 could be considered a made-up year to make me appear 18 years old, but the last piece of information…

My gaze landed on the “Address” at the bottom of the ID.

It was a place entirely unfamiliar to me:

?Room 801, Building 3, Nanxiwan Residential Area, No. 3, Wanghai Road, Nanqi District, Shenzhen City?