I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 70

The heavy downpour overhead showed no signs of stopping. As I ran into this remote, unattended park and found the Miss Grim Reaper lying on the verge of collapse under the big tree, there was no one around. Not even the “police” mentioned in the driver’s broadcast earlier.

Come to think of it, today was no longer a holiday for most office workers, and Shenzhen City had plenty of places for leisure and vacation. Normally, no one would choose an out-of-the-way place like Wanghai Park, which had been built not too long ago and lacked entertainment facilities.

I guess those police officers were probably just nearby, establishing a security perimeter upon hearing about “explosions in this area” and hastily declaring their mission complete as the rain showed no signs of letting up.

This park… it must be pretty quiet on regular days, right? Maybe it’s suitable for some writing?

In the midst of the torrential rain, I remembered the scenes along the way as I had run here.

“You’re quite heavy,” I commented as I walked toward the only small pavilion I could see ahead.

There was no response.

However, I could still clearly hear the girl’s breathing behind me.

Is she asleep?

I tilted my head slightly to take a look at the girl behind me. Her eyes were closed, and her small face was covered in wounds from slashes, some of them deep enough to expose bone. Rainwater seeped through her hood and mixed with the blood oozing from her wounds, flowing down together.

It looked painful, but at this moment, the girl’s face was peaceful. She didn’t seem like a member of the demon race, appearing no different from the girls around her. She didn’t even have pointed ears. Did she hide it?

I shifted my gaze back to the cobblestone path ahead, took a deep breath, and continued walking.

From what I could remember, this seemed to be the first time I had been this close to a girl.

The society now was different from ten years ago, filled with restlessness, anxiety, and various forms of insults. The real world was a bit better, but the online environment was like a battlefield, with both sides hurling insults at the slightest disagreement. Light insults were about parents, while more serious ones involved revealing each other’s addresses and arranging offline fights.

Most internet users give me the impression that they are even more extreme than the difficult customers I used to deal with after graduating from college. Customers might complain a bit when the food in the restaurant doesn’t suit their taste or the service is lacking, and a few with short tempers might even resort to insults. After all, they are paying customers, so expressing dissatisfaction with a few words is understandable. However, most of their complaints are along the lines of “Can you handle it?” or “Why is your food so bad?” They wouldn’t directly shout in front of everyone, “Is your whole family dead? I’ll kill your parents with a knife.”

The deteriorating online environment has gradually begun to affect the real world, making everyone feel threatened, which has created extreme tension in relationships, both romantic and otherwise. If it weren’t for the certain connection I had with this Grim Reaper, I might never have been able to carry an unsuspecting girl like this in my lifetime. Although, I am a young girl myself now.

*Incessant rain sounds…*

In the pouring rain, I exerted considerable effort to carry this “Grim Reaper” to a small pavilion in a corner of the park. This pavilion seemed to be built for visitors to seek shelter from the sun and rain during the summer.

Placing the girl on the bench inside the small pavilion, I removed my hat and ran my hands through the long hair on my back, causing a cascading sound of water.

“Splish, splash!”

A cascade of rainwater, once trapped in the tresses, now splattered onto the dusty floor of the pavilion, forming small, flower-like puddles.

Perhaps sensing the change in her surroundings, the girl on the chair opened her eyes. “Where are we?”

“I’m not sure, probably still in the park,” I replied. I shook my body to remove the excess water, and then roughly combed through my long hair, sweeping my bangs to the side. “This rain is likely not going to stop anytime soon.”

With that, I took my phone out of my pocket and pressed the lock button.

No response.

A vague sense of foreboding welled up from the depths of my heart. I attempted to long-press the power button for ten seconds, but there was still no response. It’s probably water-damaged or short-circuited.

This phone was purchased with my meager internship salary just a few months after I graduated from college. I had scrimped and saved for it, spending over eight hundred yuan. I wasn’t sure if it had any waterproof features, but it had served me well despite a few minor issues. I mainly used it for handling messages from QQ, WeChat, and reading comments and feedback from readers on my novel in the online community. It also served as my wallet.

Since its specifications were quite poor, I didn’t play mobile games on it, and I thought it would accompany me for a long time. Yet today, in such a desolate place, it was short-circuited by the rain.

I glanced at the cobblestone path in the distance, the one I had used to reach this place.

At this moment, the only people who knew I had entered the park were the breakfast shop’s staff and the mother-daughter duo. As for the shop assistant, she was likely still at work, and the little girl appeared to be around three or four years old, an age where she might struggle to walk steadily. It was highly improbable that her mother would leave her in the shop alone or carry her through a heavy downpour to the park for a stranger like me.

In terms of in-game jargon, my current situation could be described as “isolated and unsupported.” Well, it couldn’t be considered completely unsupported since I still had the “Grim Reaper” with me. However, without my phone, I found myself in this desolate place, and no one would willingly come to my rescue. I couldn’t call for help either. Barring any unexpected developments, it seemed that my only option was to wait for the rain to stop and find my own way back.

I put away my now unusable phone and took out my wallet from my pocket, rummaging through its contents. Inside, I found a fifty-yuan bill, two five-yuan bills, and three one-yuan bills. With this money, I could potentially get a taxi at the park’s entrance after the storm ended, once I had dried my clothes and wallet. The main issue was someone…

My gaze fell upon the face of the Grim Reaper sitting in the chair.

This Grim Reaper girl was around 165 cm tall and had a face shape that was quite similar to the people in Shenzhen City. However, she had a different appearance from mine. Her look was more delicate and elegant, as if her features were fine-tuned using 3D modeling software, matching the ideal East Asian facial proportions that an artist might envision.

Of course, except for her chest. Her chest was genuinely not very big.

“What bad thoughts are you having again?” she asked, perhaps noticing my gaze, and then her expression suddenly turned into one of disdain. “Thinking about dying again?”

This girl… her change in demeanor was so quick. She was nothing like the obedient and docile demon girl from my dream.

“I might… Ah, ahchoo… be catching a cold,” I said. The constant evaporation of rainwater from my body was taking away the heat from my skin. Coupled with the relentless downpour outside, the rain’s cool breeze continued to hit my body, clad in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, making me feel an obvious chill throughout my body.

“Maybe later… I won’t be able to help you much,” I continued.

“Hmph…”

For some reason, after hearing my words, the Grim Reaper girl propped herself up with her hands on the wooden railing behind her, took the scythe from her side, and casually made a slash in front of her. A pitch-black spatial rift appeared out of thin air in the middle of the small pavilion.

I furrowed my brow. “Didn’t you say you had no more magic?”

“I lied.”

“……”

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