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Chapter Five - Me and

What is the first reaction of the god who said the official death?

Grace, the lord of the underworld, the goddess of death, is cold, cruel, and has no expression on her face, as if she is an arbiter who gives all the dead the final fairness and justice at the end of their reincarnation... Almost all believers acquiesce in the deity of Grace It should be like this, even her statue contains such a look, the devotion to this god is exactly the same as the attitude of the living towards death.

Then, the god in question is actually a cowardly, sloppy, cautiously spoken girl who seems to dig a tunnel and run back to the underworld anytime, anywhere. No matter how you look at it, the only girl who can be linked to the statue The one above is the pair of abnormally large hemispherical industrial art objects.

Commonly known as...

"Oppai!"

"Shut up you sexual harassment bastard!"

"Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuo Trying to squeeze out the warm and sweet [beep~] that women only have to moisten your dry and hoarse throat? Besides, only Opie has a little effect on this idiot, and the rest are waste products!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, sorry, sorry, sorry, it's my fault please don't throw me in the non-recyclable garbage and incinerate me! I still have this pair of fat that should be useless but many people like it. If you can please Use it casually, never throw me into the disposal bin of non-recyclable garbage, I want to be burned and I don’t want to be burned!”

Seriously.

Actually took it seriously.

He even unbuttoned his underwear deliberately as if he wanted to liberate the pair of hemispherical industrial art bodies.

The brain circuits of this group of gods are so strange that I can't accept it.

"Anyway, dear Grace...it hurts!"

"I will be responsible for throwing this guy into the non-recyclable garbage disposal bin, please put your clothes on."

"Yes Yes Yes Yes!"

Can't complain.

If you can't help but complain here, you will run out of energy.

Throw this "I" who has grown into a strange creature from nowhere on the sofa and tie it up, make sure that he won't escape suddenly, and then carry out the previous series of behaviors that can be called sexual harassment, and then help the goddess of death Grace tidied up her clothes and sat her down, putting the terrific scythe in a place where it wouldn't fall down suddenly and kill someone.

After completing this series of tasks, I returned to my previous seat.

"Tongtai, you really don't know how to have fun."

"I'm really sorry... do you need something to eat?"

"No, no, no, sorry."

"She can't eat human food! Unless you burn it, but it will turn into coke, and it won't taste good."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, sorry, I can't accept Neil's intentions. Sure enough, a useless god like me should decide on his own right away. As long as he doesn't get thrown and burned, it's fine."

"..."

I can't talk at all.

One is crazy and the other is constantly apologizing.

Feeling inexplicably tired.

"Why are you here?"

I faced Grace and used honorifics for reasons of status.

Of course, if possible, I would prefer not to have to talk to each other. The third person here is an unreliable guy. In order to prevent a more weird plot than just now, I decided to ask the answer myself.

"Ah! Neil called me here."

"I?"

"It's me, it's me!"

The guy tied to the couch spoke up.

"'who I am?"

"'I' is me! It's me, it's me... Ugh!"

"Okay, shut up, Mr. Fraud."

I don't know why the first reaction when I heard "It's me, it's me" is a scam call.

Although I don't know what the phone is, it is definitely right to gag the other party's mouth.

So, I dug out something like a strip of cloth from my backpack to plug the mouth of the other "I", which perfectly put him in a "silent" state, and it was the kind of physical silence that would not be lifted over time.

It's great that a different dimension can be opened in this place.

"So I from another world called you here?"

"It's like this... And Neil, don't use honorifics for me! In order of status, you are actually taller than me, Neil."

"Eh?"

I am so good?

"Besides, if the eldest sister finds out, I will be thrown into the trash."

"..."

Probably guessed who the "big sister" in Grace's mouth was.

It just doesn't feel real.

"What's more, I'm here to take you back, Neil."

"ah."

It turned out that the person "I" was talking about coming to help was Grace.

That is to say, the current me is actually in the state of a spirit body?

Is it better to give it to the master in charge of the underworld to send it back?

If you think about it this way, it is indeed reasonable.

"Although I can pull out the spirit body, I can't do it by stuffing it back in."

"Why did you remove the cloth strip from your mouth?"

"You can use space spells, and I can use them too... Hey! Alright! Let's continue talking about the next thing, what to do if we send you back."

"Even if you ask me that."

I don't have any more ideas than to seal Quest away and learn about this incident.

It was for this purpose that it would have been in this place.

"Is there a plan?"

"No."

"Is there a plan?"

"No."

"Are you capable?"

"Probably not."

"In that case, it's better not to send you back yet."

"ah……"

The reality is so cruel.

No matter how much I wanted to go back, I had to face the fact that there was nothing I could do with Quest.

"On this matter."

"Grace will help you."

"Little, little girl will work hard! It's just..."

"only?"

"I hope Neil can talk to the eldest sister about whether she can come to the underworld and burn me if nothing happens."

"..."

How bad is Lindsay's conduct.

But I can't guarantee this kind of thing. After all, the only god I've seen so far is Grace, the goddess of the underworld who doesn't quite fit the professional setting. But I can't give up Grace's help. Quest's ability is too special, and it is a collection of concepts. Under normal circumstances, it cannot cause fatal damage to him.

Even the "I" outside just reached the speed of Qwest's regeneration through high-intensity bombing, not as fast as the destruction speed, so he had to stay in place and couldn't move.

Such an attack has no chance to apply the sealing technique at all.

Besides, I can't do that kind of behavior.

"How to help?"

"Although it looks very powerful, a guy of that level will be weak and unable to resist as long as he is cut."

The fluffy girl suddenly spoke in a completely dark voice.

It's a pity that her expression and temperament still haven't changed.

"Cut it?"

"If Quest is a collection of 'decay', then Grace is the master of 'death'. In terms of authority, there are completely two levels of existence. As long as you have the ability of Grace, even if you can't kill Quest Special can also make him weak enough to resist the sealing technique, and this is not just a temporary measure. The weakened Quest is likely to sleep until the world is destroyed and will not wake up again, as long as no one uses the sealing technique .”

"That's it..."

Because of my appearance and mannerisms, I forgot that the girl in front of me was actually a powerful god.

Things that ordinary creatures cannot do are just a matter of fingers in front of them.

"Eh? If it's like this, why hasn't God come to help me or something?"

"We also hope for this kind of thing...but it's too difficult."

"Why?"

"Like Big Sister, we are originally from the human world. We just inherited the godhead and deified to the upper level. In essence, we still like this world... But after having a position, there are restrictions. In most cases, there is no way to intervene in the human world. Even if the whole world is on the verge of destruction, we can’t do anything, we can only hope that the creatures below can find a way to save themselves.”

"...It's really uncomfortable."

Can't do anything but be a bystander.

"The sect is a way for believers to use the power of the gods they believe in. It's just...my believers are a group of forgetful guys, and a few shrewd ones don't like to get involved in these troublesome things."

"..."

The group of guys who believe in death are either ignorant or stay in their own small environment every day and refuse to come out.

Really realistic.

I wanted to cry when I heard it, expressing my sadness for the other party.

"Where is my word?"

"Don't worry, Neil! Use it for whatever you want, as long as you don't throw me in the non-recyclable bin."

"...I won't do that."

Every time this matter is mentioned, there is an inexplicable heartache.

I still can't figure out what kind of mentality the Creator God, who may be my "mother" and whom Grace calls the eldest sister, just threw Grace into the non-recyclable trash bin, and even To do something like burn him to death, judging from the knowledge of this time, there shouldn't be any annoying character traits.

"How to use the power?"

"Just call my name. Calling the name of God is the easiest way to leverage. I don't know exactly what form it will be."

"I see, thank you very much."

"Ugh, no thanks, no thanks, no thanks, it's really kind of helpful, at least this way I won't be burned for being useless."

"..."

if you can.

I hope to have a good discussion with that Chuangshishen lord about how to get along with colleagues in a friendly manner.

"Grace will be responsible for sending you back, but once you get back into your body, you won't be able to maintain the suppression. After all, that's a magic skill you don't know yet. I can't teach you anything. After all, I usually It won't work that way."

"How do you use it?"

"Shoot the other side away with one fist."

"Are you from the teacher and senior sister?!"

"I don't know Emily, another guy taught me."

"..."

Perhaps, these days, most spellcasters are of the simple and rude style of Emily.

It sounds subtle.

It feels reasonable again.

It is indeed common sense that the simpler and rougher the better.

"Then the matter of teleportation will trouble you."

"Well, Neil, be careful, and I will leave you the most comfortable bedroom in the underworld."

"...That's really a big thank you."

Obviously well-intentioned words, coupled with my identity makes me sound a little panicky.

"Come on for the BOSS raid! If you can, don't come here again next time. Although I will always wait here, if you encounter any problems, you can try to kill yourself and come here to chat with me."

"...Not really."

"Grace, then, send him away."

"Ah, ah!"

"Then we continue with what we didn't finish before... poof!"

"..."

I knew it.

Sure enough, you can't relax until the end.

After all, the otherworldly me was a hopeless pervert.

I've noticed this since the first time we met.

"Please be careful."

These are the last words Grace left for me.

Then I became dizzy for a while, and couldn't tell where I was.