Starting as a Magical Girl, I Alone Shall Rule for Eternity

Chapter 177: The True God of Death

An Shiyu received a call and came out from the Disaster Control Bureau.

She saw Jiang Si holding the unconscious Captain Silver Lotus, feeling somewhat at a loss for a moment.

When Jiang Si casually threw the unconscious girl over, she fumbled to catch her.

"She's not dead, just knocked out."

"Oh, oh..."

Actually, An Shiyu didn't think she would be dead either;

Jiang Si wasn't that kind of cruel person.

"Damn it, this girl actually got a princess carry! We've never been carried like that before!"

Listening to Senior Mùjǐn's complaint in her ear, An Shiyu felt a little envious deep down.

She should have pretended to faint back then...

"What about Jincha?""She went back."

Jiang Si frowned. "In such a hurry?"

Before An Shiyu could speak, Mùjǐn eagerly popped out, "Ah, let's just say it straight. The old world has been restless lately, she definitely has to hurry back to prepare. That girl is also considering seizing more intelligence from the Incubators, so of course she's in a hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Jiang Si nodded, looking at Mùjǐn. "How much do you know about the Curse Realm?"

As a remnant of a Great Emperor who once forcefully subdued the Mirror Kingdom, Mùjǐn should have some intelligence.

"I've never even heard of any Curse Realm..."

That's a bust.

Seeing the somewhat pitying look in Jiang Si's eyes, Mùjǐn immediately cried out, "What's with that look! I was busy dealing with the Mirror Kingdom back then, and after finishing that, I've been stuck inside the Heart Image Remnant ever since. How could I possibly have that much intel..."

"What about 'The God of Death is Coming,' do you know about that?"

Jiang Si changed his question. "I saw those four words on the blackboard."

"What God of Death, what fraction of my Full Bloom strength could it possibly..." Mùjǐn, who was about to talk nonsense, suddenly paused. "Huh? You really saw it?"

"What good would lying to you do?"

Mùjǐn's expression turned serious. "Although I don't know about any Curse Realm, back when the Mirror Kingdom was wreaking havoc in South China, there was also a cult. They possessed a Death Note that made everyone tremble in fear!"

In Infinite Terror, I never heard that the God of Death kept notes.

Could it be that the God of Death over here went to school?

He then sighed with emotion. "South China is truly a land of outstanding people. It's amazing that South Chinese people have survived until now."

"Of course! We South Chinese have strength, although I'm not from South China myself... But that batch of cultists back then, I cleaned them up while sealing the Mirror Kingdom. Logically, they should be gone by now."

As she spoke, Mùjǐn casually tore open a piece of space and tossed Silver Lotus inside.

Jiang Si clearly saw a bed on the other side.

Noticing Jiang Si's serious gaze, Mùjǐn immediately puffed up with pride, her nose practically growing a few inches. "Hmph, I'm almost fully familiar with An Shiyu's body now. My control over spatial power is also becoming more and more proficient. Sooner or later, I'll be able to carve out a new Mental Landscape for Little An!"

Jiang Si nodded slightly. "So An Shiyu doesn't need to go to headquarters to participate in the Mental Landscape trial anymore?"

"Little An only needs my Mental Landscape. As long as she can master my Mental Landscape, according to your terminology, Little An could be considered Half-Step Full Bloom..."

"Far from it." Jiang Si's expression showed a hint of displeasure. "Even if her supernatural abilities reach the level of Full Bloom, An Shiyu's foundation is still far too lacking. Don't mislead the student. If An Shiyu truly believes your words, arrogantly thinking she's Half-Step Full Bloom and becomes complacent, making no further progress on the path of the Great Dao, wouldn't that harm An Shiyu?"

"The grandpas in rings from next door all have five-year magic plans, three-year carving regimens, plus a set of secret Alchemy Tower scrolls. How come it's just free-range nurturing with you? Neither cultivating nature nor cultivating destiny. What if she becomes weak but burdened with heavy responsibilities, collapsing and dying from exhaustion? Should she go to the restricted zone and sit in prison with you?"

"Got it, got it. Look how worried you are. I know you treasure An Shiyu." Mùjǐn deliberately stuck out her tongue again—since Jiang Si had said girls don't stick out their tongues, she insisted on doing it. "I'll properly supervise An Shiyu's progress."

Sensing the sweet, happy feeling in An Shiyu's heart thinking about Jiang Si worrying about her, Mùjǐn felt happy too.

Don't question why he's worried.

Just acknowledge that he *is* worried. In short, victory!

"Anyway, I see you quite like An Shiyu too. Why not just arrange another date?"

"Too troublesome."

"It's fine. Weren't you looking for the Curse Realm anyway? We'll accompany you and have a date on the side."

Susan and Senior Peony aren't here today, and there's not much work at the Bureau.

Following Jiang Si around for a bit isn't a problem.

Mùjǐn had been sulking for days after seeing Jiang Si get taken away by Winter.

What's our An Shiyu lacking compared to her?

Who knows what those two have been up to these past few days. Anyway, we can't fall behind. This time, we need to find a way to take things a step further...

As she pondered how to first conquer the steel-reinforced concrete in front of her, she suddenly felt a chilling gust of wind blow past.

The base of the nearby utility pole had loosened for some reason. Under the chilling wind, the pole actually began to sway.

"Wait, this pole isn't going to..."

Before Mùjǐn could finish her sentence, the utility poles on both sides tilted and smashed over!

Sharp wires sliced through the air first, then snapped upon hitting Jiang Si's body. The falling utility poles were kicked away like soccer balls, while other wires, sparkling with electricity, whipped crazily at Jiang Si's body.

Even Mùjǐn, who could wield the spatial Great Dao with one hand, was forced to retreat—without transforming, a Magical Girl is just an ordinary person. These accidents could still kill a Magical Girl.

A series of tightly coordinated, coincidental killing methods, almost impossible to avoid!

Yet after whipping Jiang Si for a long time, the wires had no effect. The young man just casually grabbed a wire. Electricity coursed through his body, his hair stood on end, and a fierce wind seemed to surge from his muscles.

As if his hair stood up with rage.

"Uh, this is the curse effect of the Death Note." Even though she was used to his beast-like physique, Mùjǐn still gulped. "Various accidents create irresistible killings. This curse causes the person to be constantly rejected by the world..."

"Is that all?" Jiang Si flexed his muscles. "I thought it was a massage."

Then he squeezed his shoulder. "I hope it puts a bit more force here next time. My shoulders often get a bit sore after long workouts."

"Let me give you a squeeze."

Naturally, he refused.

The wire electrocuted him for a long time, and finding it ineffective, it gradually stopped.

An ordinary person would have died eight hundred times over by now...

Another gust of wind blew. Mùjǐn looked up at the overcast, gloomy sky, her heart feeling somewhat heavy.

"This can't go on." Mùjǐn picked up her phone. "I'll ask Jincha."

...

When Wushui received Jincha's call, she was actually unwilling to take on this task.

As the ultimate chicken dinner player who had survived under the God of Death's hand for two or three years, she knew deeply how difficult it was to fight against the God of Death's rules.

For a newcomer with little experience, first believing in the God of Death's existence was hard enough. Then quickly accepting that they had to fight the God of Death for a lifetime was an even more painful matter.

The hardships and fears along this journey were something others couldn't understand.

Being forever shrouded in the God of Death's shadow was, first and foremost, a tremendous psychological test.

Especially when the other party arrived at her safe house, Wushui knew at a glance that this guy had no chance.

Many people were recorded in the Death Note. Who could survive and who would die could basically be determined with one look.

Someone who was completely careless about the surrounding dangers could never survive, no matter what.

She really didn't want to waste time.

However, she couldn't disobey Senior Jincha's order. So, Wushui simply took out the God of Death Compendium she had recorded over the years and handed it to the young man named Jiang Si. "Read it yourself. All the God of Death's killing methods are recorded here."

"You've been targeted by the God of Death for many years?"

Hearing the young man's question, Wushui felt impatient. "Three years."

As she said this, a mirror beside her focused sunlight, continuously burning through a rope opposite her. Wushui casually moved the mirror aside.

Jiang Si also looked up at the heavy object on the rope. If it fell, it could very likely kill someone.

"Your safe house isn't very safe either."

"Put the danger out in the open." Wushui scoffed disdainfully. "I can tell at a glance what accident it's trying to arrange, how it wants to kill me. I just need to prevent it in advance."

"You don't sleep?"

"The God of Death acts once, then there's about a two to three-hour gap. During this time, the God of Death won't strike again. As long as you adjust your rest schedule properly, it's not a problem."

Wushui yawned. "To survive under the God of Death, caution, strong mental fortitude, and sharp insight are indispensable. Do you think you can survive?"

"Just a game."

Wushui chuckled and couldn't be bothered to say more.

The God of Death's curse never disappeared. Over the years, she had seen too many fools who didn't take it seriously at first, then were frightened into mental breakdown by successive accidents, and finally taken away when they let their guard down.

This young man in front of her was probably next.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. Even Magical Girls struggle to survive in the God of Death's hands." A hint of desolation entered Wushui's tone. "Losing their Miracle Seeds due to various accidents, or the time gap when transforming back... in the God of Death's eyes, they're no different from ordinary people. Don't count on a Magical Girl to save you. A Magical Girl's miracle isn't omnipotent."

"This is a curse of the same caliber as a Magical Girl's miracle. Once written into the Death Note, the only one who can save you is yourself."

"In short, go back and read my book carefully. How the God of Death kills, the rule changes, it's all recorded. That's all the help I can give you."

Jiang Si glanced at the thick book in his hand and skipped directly to the point.

"I'm not interested in escaping from the God of Death. I want to know how you found the people from the Curse Realm back then."

According to Jincha, this girl named Wushui had successfully found the people from the Curse Realm back then, even making contact with the Death Note.

Unexpectedly, Wushui tapped her own head. "I can dream about some things related to my future."

"Then can't you just easily avoid the God of Death?"

"I don't dream all the time." Wushui was somewhat speechless. "I can only dream about some things."

Jiang Si nodded without any hostility. "So trashy, no wonder."

Wushui was angered into laughter, a rare occurrence after fighting the God of Death for so many years. She thought she had long since stopped getting angry.

Gritting her teeth, she said fiercely, "Then I'll see how long you can last!"

As soon as she finished speaking, all the prepared dangers in the room began to move.

Wushui was stunned. The roof beams began to shake, the faucet instantly gushed water, electrical sparks danced, glass shattered instantly, steel pipes began to fall from the ceiling...

"What the hell, what's going on!"

Wushui frantically neutralized all the safety hazards in her safe house. A blade grazed past her scalp, a steel reinforcement bar smashed toward the back of her head, and she abruptly ducked.

All sorts of dangerous objects flew around chaotically. For the first time, Wushui felt like she had slipped while walking a tightrope!

Just as she was overwhelmed dealing with the various dangerous objects, she turned to look.

Flames, electricity, blades, steel bars, heavy objects—all slammed into the young man in a chaotic mess.

The God of Death has gone insane...

Although the God of Death was just a set of rules, not a living being.

But looking at that messy, no-longer-cleverly-designed danger, Wushui felt for the first time.

The God of Death seemed to be venting hysterically...

Before, whenever someone around her died due to the God of Death's rules, she could feel a sense of elegance and composure from those exquisitely designed, perfectly fitting accidents.

It was precisely that elegant, composed erasure that carved an indelible fear and unease into her heart.

As if everything was under its control, and she could never escape!

Even though she kept fighting, kept resisting, deep down, she also felt it was just the God of Death toying with her.

Sooner or later, when it got bored, it would kill her in an unexpected way.

But now.

That elegant, composed God of Death had turned into a shrew.

Using whatever was at hand, not caring about clever design or accidents anymore, not even pretending, revealing only a kind of frantic obsession throughout.

Yet all those lethal weapons, enough to kill an ordinary person countless times, had no effect whatsoever when they hit Jiang Si!

Jiang Si just impatiently pushed aside an iron bell that was smashing toward him. "You gather so much stuff, aren't you tired of the trouble? It's impressive you survived under this kind of encirclement and killing."

No, under normal circumstances, there would only be one type of danger...

If I had to face this unreasonable encirclement and killing every day, Wushui would have died long ago!

"Forget it, whatever. I'll protect your safety. You point out where the people from the Curse Realm are. Although it doesn't matter, having something like a mosquito buzzing around every day is really annoying."

Wushui stared dumbfounded at the completely unharmed Jiang Si. It took her a long time to take a deep breath and calm down.

Adjusting her emotions, she tried to speak.

Boom!

A heavy truck, with no warning whatsoever, crashed right in, slamming into Jiang Si from the side, smashing him into the wall and pinning him there!

Wushui stared, dumbstruck, at the driverless heavy truck.

She was sure it wasn't because the driver was too short to see—there was genuinely no driver in the cab!

This damn God of Death has completely stopped playing fair!

It doesn't even care about face anymore! In this remote wilderness, where would a heavy truck come from!

Just materializing a heavy truck out of thin air to crush someone to death?

So much for the God of Death's game.

How did it get so worked up?

Just as she felt the absurdity of her own understanding, there was another "Bang!"

The heavy truck was kicked flying like a cannonball!

It landed directly in the river outside, splashing up a huge wave.

The young man, who should have been crushed into paste, patted himself off and walked out. "So annoying. Can't you just be quiet? We were talking."

Now she understood why the God of Death was getting worked up...

If even this is useless, anyone would get worked up if they were the God of Death!

Forget death, he didn't even get a scratch! That heavy truck was going 180 km/h, and it couldn't even scrape his skin?

"In short, tell me where to find that group from the Curse Realm."

"Once recorded in the Death Note, it's a fight to the death. Even if you destroy the Death Note and slaughter them, it's useless."

Wushui immediately said, "I've tried. They fundamentally altered the rules."

"Just change them back then."

How do you change them back?

Before Wushui could ask, urgent whistling sounds came from the sky.

She looked up. Because of the heavy truck's impact earlier, part of the roof was damaged, giving her a clear view of the sky.

An airplane was rapidly plummeting toward this place!

No, wait, not just one.

Behind that airplane were one, two, three... a total of six!

God of Death, you really are not playing fair at all!

Is my safe house some skyscraper that you're going this hard?!

Wushui couldn't help but curse inwardly.

But the young man beside her just pressed her head down. "Duck."

The previously somewhat scornful Wushui was now completely obedient, immediately doing whatever Jiang Si said.

The moment she ducked, the airplane crashed down!

A series of huge explosions and tremors caused Wushui to briefly lose consciousness. She couldn't even sense the outside world.

After a while, her hearing returned from the buzzing tinnitus, and she struggled to open her eyes. The surroundings were a sea of flames.

Her safe house was completely destroyed...

However, after this battle, she also understood: it wasn't that her skills were good, but purely that the God of Death's patience hadn't run out.

If she were as hard to kill as Jiang Si, the God of Death would have gotten worked up and killed her long ago...

It purely thought it could kill her anytime, so it wasn't in a hurry, playing slowly, waiting for her to make a mistake.

She looked up at the young man shielding her.

Even the God of Death couldn't do anything to him. An existence more terrifying than the God of Death...

Now, looking at the airplane wreckage before him, he actually showed an expression of utter grief and despair.

Startled, Wushui also felt panicked.

Was he actually hurt by the God of Death? Or did the God of Death find his weakness?

"Are you okay?"

Wushui hurriedly checked the young man's body, afraid that some huge fatal wound would appear somewhere, or that he had actually been pierced by some object.

Once, a friend who tried to save her died just like that.

However, after checking for a long time, she found the young man completely unharmed, with no injuries whatsoever.

She looked at the airplane wreckage again. Apart from a large number thirty-two, there was nothing else.

Looking back at the young man, his aura seemed even more intense. That vigorous vitality and terrifying killing intent even made Wushui feel some pressure!

She saw the young man tremblingly take out a black-gold card with fine cracks.

"Tell me, where are the people from the Curse Realm."

Jiang Si's tone was calm. One hand, with three parts heartache, two parts trembling, and one part regret, gently stroked the crack on the black-gold card.

A fierce, murderous aura surged forth, even extinguishing the surrounding flames!

"I'll teach them what a true God of Death really is."