I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 69
As a novelist, to some extent, I’m actually more willing to believe in “miracles” and “magic” than most people around me. Because if we ourselves don’t believe in these things, the words on the page won’t be able to move the readers at all.
Just like what Jiang Wei and Pipi said, most people’s lives in this world can be seen at a glance, most of the time repeating yesterday’s work, repeating the activities of last year, and waiting for time to slowly push them toward death. Everyone’s life is like this, unchangeable, and they can’t see any possibility of change.
With the current level of science, let alone the next ten or twenty years, even if it’s fifty or a hundred years in the future, it’s very difficult for humans to unlock the mysteries of longevity, let alone fly out of the Earth or the solar system. The only way for ordinary people to change their fate and achieve their childhood dreams is through “magic” and those mysterious things beyond science.
In the anime “Attack on Titan,” Eren Yeager’s uncle once said that everyone is a slave to something, be it a woman, fine wine, supreme power. What are you a slave to?
Novels, manga, anime, and games are created for this purpose. Because they have infinite possibilities, they are almost irreplaceable until real “magic” is born to change the world.
Since I was young, I have cherished news and programs about “shadowy figures,” “UFOs,” “Lake monsters,” and others. When I’m alone at night, if there’s something unusual in my closet, strange sounds on the roof, or ghostly figures in the bathroom, my first reaction is excitement and a desire to investigate, rather than fear and helplessness. Because I know that if I really encounter a “ghost,” it means breaking the existing scientific rules and opening up infinite possibilities for an ordinary person’s future.
Is there anything in the world more exciting than personally confirming supernatural events? As long as you confirm the existence of something that defies science, it can prove that this world has countless potential futures to shape.
If there are ghosts, then could there be aliens too? Can ghosts fulfill my dreams? Can they cure some diseases that modern medicine can’t treat? If ghosts can’t, then aliens surely can, right? If there are aliens, they must have used something beyond the speed of light to get here. Could it be magic? If there’s magic, doesn’t that mean anything is possible?
So, my attitude towards these things has always been to believe rather than miss out. I’m willing to believe that the dreams I had in the past few days are real, that I am the reincarnation of a “hero,” and that there is some connection between the Grim Reaper and my past self. I’m also willing to believe that I can find that unreliable girl at the address on my ID card, and that under this pouring rain, the Grim Reaper is using the item from my dream.
I don’t want to look back one day and regret not running towards the rising sun. That’s the item “I” made for her when she was still very young in the dream. It’s like a signal flare. Once ignited, the blazing light can be seen from several kilometers away.
I didn’t expect the contents of the dream to be real, and I didn’t expect her to keep this thing with her for so long, only to light it up at this moment. I only know that… because of my trust, I found her.
“……”
The rain pouring down on my head and shoulders remains so cold and relentless. It falls on the grassy ground around me. The air is filled with the sweet scent of earth, grass, and the intermingling of leaves.
Before my eyes, the once formidable Grim Reaper is now lying weakly near the base of a large tree. Her hood is partly revealed, and her black trench coat is so tattered that her original appearance is no longer discernible. The rainwater incessantly washes her wounds on the face, neck, and chest, and a faint red mixture of blood flows with the rain in all directions.
Behind this tall tree lies a pitch-black scythe.
“Are you going to die?” I softly ask, locking eyes with the Grim Reaper girl for a few seconds.
“Ha…” Upon hearing my question, she bursts into laughter, though her laughter seems to trigger the pain in her wounds, causing her small face to twitch.
“In this world, I won’t die, you fool,” she says. The Grim Reaper girl lifts her head and gazes at the gray, overcast sky. “Have your memories… returned?”
“No,” I replied.
“Why did you walk this way, then?” she asked.
“I just happened to have a whim to come here for breakfast today, and I saw someone randomly launching a signal flare, so I came to check it out.”
Approaching the Grim Reaper girl, I squatted down in front of her, my back turned to her. Without a word, I grabbed her delicate hands and tried to pull them behind my back.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t force it with a little girl’s body,” She advised.
“How will you know if I don’t try?” I retorted.
I turned around and suggested, “Then why don’t you use your previous ability to tear open a rift in space and send me back to my rental room?”
For some reason, the Grim Reaper girl behind me avoided my gaze and said, “I have no magical power left.”
“Then just be obedient and don’t move,” I instructed.
With a bit of effort, I lifted the girl onto my back. I held her like a child, one hand on her hips and the other grabbing her arm, then pulled her to the front.
She was quite heavy.
Braving the downpour, I slowly stood up from the grass.
“I’ve trained all those spells to the highest level… theoretically, the Demon King shouldn’t be able to… withstand it…”
The Grim Reaper on my back seemed somewhat unwilling. “I could… continue as a Grim Reaper after defeating the Demon King… and find you…”
“So?” I asked.
Looking around, I headed towards the park entrance based on my memory of coming here. “If you were well-prepared, why did you end up in this state?”
“Because I used up some extra magic power in this world,” she replied.
I remained silent for a moment. “You used up that magic power just to change yourself into this state?”
“Is that not okay?” she inquired.
Seemingly burying her head in my back, the girl said, “My magic power, I willingly sacrificed.”
“Alright.”
Feeling like the girl was about to fall off my back, I suddenly applied more force with my hands to lift her up.
“Uh…!” The Grim Reaper girl’s small body shuddered abruptly, I must have touched her wound. However, she didn’t say anything.
“What are you going to do from now on? Without magic, can’t you go back? Will you be stuck here forever?” I asked.
“I, your humble servant, would like to take a little rest and experience this ordinary world for a while,” the Grim Reaper girl replied. She added, “Also, in this world, I saved you. I am the goddess of death, so you must listen to me.”
“…”
“Okay.”
“I don’t know anything about this world called Earth, so you have to teach me how to live here,” she continued.
“Okay.”
“And you have to cook delicious food for me every day.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t just say ‘okay.'”
“…”
“Okay.”
“…”
And so the conversation continued.