I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 71

In the quiet rented apartment’s living room, as I placed a certain grim reaper on the soft mat in the center of the floor, the crack behind me slowly closed.

“It really is a convenient ability,” I remarked.

Glancing at the place where the crack disappeared behind me, I instinctively asked, “Does this mean that the human world is going to enter an era of magic? Is there a resurgence of spiritual energy?”

“How is that possible…” the sorrowful Miss Grim Reaper replied weakly. “I can… influence the ‘laws of death’ in this world to the limit, but there is no magic here, and there is no magical power. To put it in the words of the forbidden grimoires… this is a ‘Great Silence’ world.”

Does that mean your magical power decreases as you use it, or do you need to replenish it from another world?

“By becoming the ‘laws of death’ in this place, can you control life and death as you wish?”

I walked over to the sofa and carefully turned around, allowing the girl to lie down temporarily. “Can you tell me what the rules of this world are like? Does it have an underworld? Is there a King Yama or the Black and White Impermanence? Who controls the rules of reincarnation? Is it Meng Po?”

“Are you planning to incorporate these things into a novel?” The Miss Grim Reaper didn’t resist and found a comfortable spot on the sofa, curling her feet in her tattered black stockings. She chuckled and said, “Or are you planning to delve deeper into studying these rules?”

“It’s just an author’s curiosity about these supernatural rules. If it’s not convenient to talk about, I won’t ask,” I said.

I hurried into the room, opened the closet, and took out a towel. “Are your injuries not serious? Should I call an ambulance?”

As I got closer, I realized that her condition was indeed quite severe. Firstly, her face, the beautiful face of the girl, was covered in sword scars, with one area even missing a large piece of skin, revealing a bright red underneath. Besides this, her body had exaggerated wounds too. The area around her chest was severely concave, not to mention her ribs. I suspected her internal organs might have been crushed into pieces. There was also a noticeable crack on her abdomen, where you could see her internal organs. An ordinary person with such serious injuries would probably be in excruciating pain, but this Miss Grim Reaper remained silent throughout the time I carried her. I wondered how she could endure it.

“An ambulance?” Upon hearing me, the girl on the sofa inexplicably showed a mischievous look. “Are you going to pay for the hospital?”

I paused for a moment. “You actually know that hospitalization costs money. It seems like you’re not completely unaware of the rules of this world.”

“I just rarely interact with the people here, it doesn’t mean I’m entirely ignorant of this world’s rules,” the grim reaper retorted. “At the very least, I am a Grim Reaper!”

I raised an eyebrow. “Self-proclaimed Grim Reaper?”

“Exactly. Any objections?”

“No objections.”

I walked over to the sofa and handed her the towel. “If you don’t want to go to the hospital, that’s fine. I don’t understand your rules, but with all this blood on you and your clothes all wet, would you like to take a shower and change into some cleaner clothes? Do Grim Reapers catch a cold when they get cold?”

The Miss Grim Reaper hesitated for a moment but eventually took the towel. “Do you have any girl’s clothes I can change into?”

“I had some before, but not anymore,” I replied. I gestured towards the clothes I had washed last night and were still hanging outside the window and the outfit I was currently wearing. “You can make do with this uncle’s coat.”

“I’m not wearing an uncle’s clothes.”

“Well, then I don’t know what to do. My phone is broken.” I took out my wet phone from my pocket and placed it on the table. “I can’t order takeout, and it’s raining heavily outside. Unless you open that space door again and take me to a nearby clothing store.”

“There’s no way I’m wasting magic like that.”

“In that case…”

I turned and walked into my room, pulled open the mosquito net, and picked up my blanket from inside. I returned to the sofa and said, “Take off your wet clothes, dry yourself, and then cover up with this.”

Afterward, I noticed the numerous injuries on the girl’s body beneath her torn and tattered clothes, so I turned away. “I won’t look.”

“I don’t mind!” She retorted.

I heard a somewhat worried voice from the girl behind me. “Is the novel contract signed? Have you paid the rent? If you can’t even take care of yourself…I can…”

“Yes, it’s signed.” I retrieved the novel contract I had just signed at the anime convention from a nearby shelf. “One copy for the editorial team, one for the author. As for the rent… if I couldn’t pay the rent, the power would have been cut off by now.”

“Signed?” The girl took the novel contract somewhat skeptically.

I returned to my bedroom, removed my soaking wet clothes, including my underwear, and dried myself with a towel. I put on the oversized T-shirt I had worn earlier. As expected, the oversized adult clothing was not even close to my size. The neckline was wide enough to expose half of my shoulder, and the lower half of the T-shirt could cover half of my thighs, making it suitable to wear as a dress.

“So, all those things you mentioned earlier, like clearing browser history…”

I re-entered the living room in my oversized T-shirt and addressed the Miss Grim Reaper on the sofa. “Can we cancel them now?”

“Yeah… ah, we can.” She replied.

The girl hesitated for a moment and then seemed to remember something. “But you still owe me an ID card.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“ID card!” She placed the contract down. “I give it to you yesterday, right? Our previous transaction is done. Now you owe me a favor.”

I twitched my lips. “Isn’t rescuing you enough to pay it off?”

“When did you save me?” The girl wore a “I’m going to be stubborn” expression. “I used my own ability to come back here. Cutie, without me you would have caught a cold from all that wind.”

What kind of Grim Reaper is this, being so stubborn and demanding! I felt a bit powerless to argue with her.

Is she really the same small demon girl from my dreams these past few days, or has it been thousands or hundreds of years since I was with her back then? Has time transformed the shy, delicate girl into the… this stubborn and obstinate person?

“So, my ID card is valid, right?”

I decided not to reason with her anymore.

“Of course, it’s legitimate! I went to the Public Security Bureau backstage the night before yesterday and made it myself!”

Is it really appropriate to use “legitimate” here?

“So, you just created an ID card out of thin air… is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes.”

“I have no past, no history, no parents, everything is a blank slate?”

“You are siblings with that person, Yin Shiren.”

The Miss Grim Reaper had a matter-of-fact expression. “Of course, Yin Shiren is no longer around.”

I can’t believe you have the nerve to say that…

I really didn’t know how to have a conversation with this person anymore.

Creating an ID card out of thin air is generally not a problem as long as it’s legitimate on the national level. In most cases, it wouldn’t raise any issues unless it caught the attention of authorities due to illegal activities or crimes, leading to a massive official investigation scrutinizing my information.

In other words, if I avoid illegal activities and lead an honest and lawful life, this ID card should be perfectly fine. However, this also means that I can’t pursue jobs that require a history and qualifications.

In today’s society, most adults have at least a college or vocational school degree, and at the very least, they have a high school diploma. Even if you don’t have a high school diploma, you should have a junior high school diploma, like Jiang Wei.

But I can’t even produce a junior high school diploma. If I ever want to find a job in the future, it will have to be something that doesn’t require any qualifications.

“Alright.”

Once I figured out this layer of the problem and realized I didn’t have much negotiation power, I could only put on a “I accept” expression and said, “Dear Grim Reaper, in response to this ID you’ve given me, what can I do for you?”

“Women’s Clothing!!”

The Miss Grim Reaper, covered in wounds, uttered two words that sent shivers down my spine.

“What?”

“I said WOMEN’S CLOTHING!”

She had a serious expression. “You’ve been wearing rather androgynous clothes these past few days, and I don’t like that kind of girl. I’ve crafted such a beautiful body, and you must get used to women clothing to bring out your charm.”

I… I…

My lips twitched. “May I ask… what level of “clothes” are we talking about here? Specifically, what is the standard for being ‘beautiful’?”

“Well… how about this?”

After thinking seriously for a moment, the Grim Reaper came up with an astonishing proposition:

“I remember there’s a video-sharing website called Tongmeng Video with many women’s fashion videos. Buy some beautiful clothes this week and upload a few videos showcasing a girl’s clothes on that platform. If the total views exceed one hundred thousand, then you’re considered passable.”