If I could make you awish

If I could fulfill your wish

I'd put my name on the list

I'll put my name on your wish list first.

——Quoted from -roundabout-fcj/lvoris

-1-

"...just like that. As we speak, two more—two whole worlds of horror!—have been torn apart by that madman!"

At the end of the large conference table, the evil spirit holding a document and reporting looked truly "paler than a ghost."

There were two blood holes on its body from which blood was gushing out - with every word it spoke, the flesh in those blood holes would be torn a little.

Scattered mosaics spit out from the torn flesh and drip onto the table.

The scene was a bit disgusting, especially since the undead was still reporting, speaking excitedly one sentence after another, and was simply filled with righteous indignation.

...But this is normal. There is no evil spirit in the conference room without mosaics.

——Except for the legendary handsome guy.

-2-

The legendary handsome guy didn't have any injuries on his body.

He had to shrink into the corner, trying to stay away from the scars, bloody holes, anger and panic.

…mostly mosaics.

He was wearing a new suit he had bought some time ago and he definitely didn't want it to be stained with mosaics.

-3-

"We...we have to stop that madman!"

The evil spirit, riddled with holes, grew increasingly agitated, the mosaics gushing out of its bloody holes almost turning into a river:

"We must stop this madwoman—she will destroy everything—she wants to completely devour all our evil spirits and turn them into a breeding ground for her power! She is a scum, a devil, and a traitor!"

Come on.

The legendary handsome guy couldn't help but think, does that banshee like to devour evil spirits like you? All of you together are not as strong as her little finger. Moreover, she will definitely find it dirty just to say a few words with mosaics.

...Well, he just thought so, he didn't want to betray the oppressed evil spirit camp.

Of course, that banshee was terrifying and crazy. If possible, the legendary handsome guy would wholeheartedly support killing her.

But the premise is, don't let him go.

He was just an ordinary evil undead, a newcomer to the evil organization, the Eternal Life Society. He definitely couldn't rush to the front lines of "killing the Banshee" with righteous indignation.

The legendary handsome guy is not stupid. He believes from the bottom of his heart that no one can kill M.

...What a joke! Everyone here was almost killed by her and had to crawl to escape here.

-4-

The shadow of terror cast by M was too profound. Even if the legendary handsome man was given a peerless divine weapon, and M appeared in this conference room right now, with wounds all over his body, without legs or hands, and so weak that he could only crawl—

He also didn't have the courage to swing the knife at M.

...What a joke!

It’s not like that madman hasn’t bitten a knife with his teeth before, then crawled over with the knife marks and tore off your ear!

Every kill she makes will become a horror story passed down among evil spirits, okay?

-5-

...To sum up, the legendary handsome guy didn't want to kill the Banshee. His IQ told him that this was impossible - so, he just wanted to make sure that madman wouldn't kill him.

He didn't want to get involved at all with the evil spirits in the conference room whose heads were overwhelmed by resentment.

Then again, why did he join the Eternal Life Society, even though he didn't want to join...

-6-

"Hey, kid. The meeting's over... Phew, what bad luck."

It is still the open kitchen that no one cares about, and it is still the child in shackles.

The legendary handsome guy pulled out the bar stool next to him and was not surprised to find that the child was still holding a spoon and a family-sized bucket of ice cream.

The legendary handsome guy loosened his tie and said, "Give me a bite. It's really tiring, those idiots who think they are so powerful..."

The child pushed the ice cream bucket in his hand and handed over a plastic spoon.

He is such a good-tempered little guy, a breath of fresh air among all the evil spirits in the Eternal Life Society.

The legendary handsome guy took a casual sip and said, "What's the smell today... Uh, cough? What's this?"

"It's made from soy milk, low-fat ice cream."

-7-

The child calmly replied, "Because the warden came into the prisoner's solitary cell again today and said something like, 'All the ice cream in the open kitchen is gone. How pitiful! I told you to lick the ice cream, but you're really addicted. If you keep eating it, you'll turn from a dog into a pig.'"

"The thought that my ex might not only dislike me for being ugly but also for being fat as a pig made that stupid prisoner cry even harder, so I came out today to look for low-fat ice cream."

Legendary handsome guy: "..."

Legendary handsome guy: "No, there's nothing wrong with him."

——If I hadn't met this kid, if I hadn't unexpectedly hit it off with him chatting with him these past few days——

The legendary handsome guy simply couldn't imagine that the relatively smart, sophisticated, handsome and powerful warden would have such a side to him.

…he would go into someone else's cell when they were feeling down and out, mocking them and insulting them almost every day, like he was checking in at the zoo…

That would be fine, but the content of the ridicule is so low-level!

-8-

"Just lick the ice cream on the ground." "You'll turn into a pig sooner or later if you keep eating like this." "You're crying like a dog, so ugly."

What the hell is he? One of those petty-minded women from ancient times who, upon gaining power, would run to the cold palace and mock the empress who hadn't been deposed yet?!

Why, why would a man of the prison warden's status insult a prisoner of his level, using outrageous attacks like "ugly," "will get fat," and "no one wants you"?!

...Is this a low-level competition? This is a naked low-level competition!!

-9-

The organ didn't answer, and he silently returned to his low-fat version and lowered his head to eat ice cream.

…The point is, this low-level and outrageous attack seems to be effective no matter how you look at it!

The prisoners actually sent this good kid out to look for low-fat ice cream made with soy milk!

The legendary handsome guy couldn't help but mutter: "Well, is the prisoner okay?"

Organ bit the spoon, which had cooled slightly from the ice cream. "Not so good. Still crying, and that new love-sickness thing is really affecting my IQ. I don't want to just cry all day long over a bucket of ice cream, but my actions are definitely ahead of my mind."

"...I'm asking, ahem, about what the president said..."

"Oh, that's all right. The prisoner didn't really listen."

The organ thought, anyway, that's all he said, repeating it over and over again.

-10-

He had actually experienced Miss M's swear words - "Who else do you want but me?", "How could a guy like you be dangerous?", "Can you shut up if you're so annoying?" - and he could carefully classify and translate these into coquettishness and provocation. The warden's words in the past few days were really nothing.

The predecessor was extremely powerful in all aspects, whether it was his fighting power or his taunt level.

...But, the me these past few days is really different from my usual self.

Very unfamiliar.

and……

The organ took another bite of the soy milk ice cream and thought:

Very stupid.

-11-

It's really stupid.

-12-

I deliberately cut you open and locked you up in my heart, deliberately removed your always-crying appearance and used your infantile body in prison, deliberately followed the "mood adjustment guide" and ate a lot of ice cream, but I can still hear the sound of your tears falling.

Is it because you have never experienced [love], or because you have never experienced [sadness]?

Who knows, maybe it's a bit of both.

I've never experienced this before... After finally having this complicated and confusing feeling... I can't stop at all, even if I have to shut out the sound of my tears in my heart.

You can’t cry anymore. How long did you cry in front of your reflection that day?

Her eyes were ugly to begin with, and they became even uglier after crying. Even if she tried her best, she couldn't hide the bright red color.

Besides, what's the use of crying?

She won't look back because of tears.

How stupid.

-13-

"So... uh, when are you going to give the soy milk ice cream to the prisoners?"

The organ glanced at the evil spirit next to him and said, "It depends."

If he could finish eating here, he would not take it back to eat, otherwise the warden would mock him for being fat.

...He was obviously not fat at all, and his initial juvenile form still looked sickly and emaciated, with his ankles almost sticking out of the shackles and looking like they could be broken with a slight bend.

Unhealthy, weak, pale, scarlet.

...Rather than being fat or thin, she probably dislikes this kind of sickly type.

-14-

M had never looked at a man like that straight in the eye.

She had been looking for one-night stands in bars and nightclubs, and her reasons for coming to chat him up were all kinds of strange, but none of them revolved around practicality.

"How many minutes do you have?" "How many centimeters do you have?" and so on, very straightforward.

…At first, the organ would answer her questions seriously, accurate to the second or millimeter. Later, when he realized that serious answers would only lead to her ridicule, he would just turn around and walk away.

Anyway, after she has been picky and disliked by all the humans in the bar, she will still come to find him.

However, M probably prefers guys who are indifferent to her. Every time he turns around, she won't look for other men, but will stick to him immediately.

Next, he just needs to do some actions that she likes and adjust to the angles that she likes, and he will naturally receive the invitation.

...What type of men does M like? Maybe M doesn’t like any type.

She probably only favors men who are good at sex.

Anyway, it's just a one-night disposable item.

-15-

Later, she put a ring on her ring finger and still ran to meet him with the frequency and pattern of one-night stands. The only difference was that she remembered him.

He began to change his mind and thought that her type was a sunny kid with blonde hair and blue eyes, the kind of "puppy" type that was popular on the Internet.

Because his outer shell is roughly disguised like this, and also because M always calls him "puppy" and "little friend"...even though she herself is not that old either.

So the organist asked her directly: "Do you like it? Blond boy?"

M: "How many times have I told you...don't...talk to me at a time like this!"

-16-

Then she grabbed his hair and pushed him down again, and the scolding she was about to say turned into a gasp.

...She always disobeys others at times like this, but only at times like this will she focus all her attention on him.

Before going to bed, she was anxious to get him into the hotel, and after going to bed, she was anxious to get dressed and leave... When could he talk to her?

-17-

The organ was a little dissatisfied. After doing what she asked, he gently closed his teeth and bit her shoulder.

M muttered "puppy" and pushed him very softly, then covered his face with his arms weakly.

...The light was dim, and her shoulder was covered with the tooth mark and a thin layer of sweat.

He followed her usual and favorite process to fill the bathtub with hot water. When he came back and saw this scene, he suddenly thought:

What a perfect place to kiss.

"Can I kiss your shoulder?"

"No. You just dared to bite me...you bad dog."

"So you like blond boys?"

"...Why do you always talk so much in bed? And doesn't my partner know how to look in the mirror?"

She slowly removed the back of her hand that was covering her eyes, her dark eyes flashing with a haughty threat: "If you keep bothering me, the next time we meet will be three months from now. I can go without doing it for three months, can you?"

“…”

Of course you can, I hate this kind of thing the most.

But Organ knew that he couldn't say this to his wife who was thinking about sex, so he obediently fell silent and put the new notes into the summary column in his mind.

M's ideal type is someone who is quiet, blonde, and has good enough skills so that they won't leave teeth marks on her.

-18-

So he carefully learned to be less talkative, to beautify his blue eyes, to learn better techniques, and not to leave any marks on her.

M was very angry: "Didn't you eat tonight? Where's my hickey?"

The organ kissed her earlobe silently, using the lightest force.

"Don't you have a mouth? I'm asking you a question, where's your answer? And you think this tiny little mark can be called a hickey? Even a mosquito is more powerful than you!"

“…”

-19-

Well, she started to act unreasonable.

So Organ left directly to take a shower. After finishing his shower, he came out drying his hair and saw M still sitting on the bed with the quilt in his arms. His eyebrows were almost raised into two exclamation marks with anger and his cheeks were puffed up.

...It's always like this lately. Even though I've done everything according to her preferences, she always expresses various kinds of dissatisfaction.

The organ was not angry. He remained silent, walked over calmly, lay down, and pulled up the quilt.

M kicked his quilt away with a "bang".

Organ: “…”

The organ was really annoyed by her and turned around.

Then his wife started kicking him on the back, "click," "click," over and over again.

...Considering her strength, this is almost a coquettish act.

The organ's irritation completely disappeared, and he was kicked in silence for about five minutes. Just as the "clack" was about to get heavier, he suggested, "Don't be angry. Tomorrow is a day off. I'll take you shopping for a new dress and a new bag, okay?"

M: "Hmph."

"...and a new love hotel that opened next to the mall."

M: "Okay then. I forgive you."

-20-

So she spent the night in his apartment for the first time, holding his arm, with her feet on his legs, and her sleeping posture was a little awkward.

...and a bit clingy.

His nose was stuck to his hair.

Organ didn't understand why a guy who liked to sleep on people's backs so much would always say that he hated being clingy.

-twenty one-

He actually didn't fall asleep that night. She rarely stayed at his place. He wanted to carefully observe this behavior that was extremely close to "lovers" and use it as material for love songs.

He didn't really want to waste every minute of his life in unconscious sleep.

Then the next day they went out to buy dresses. She rushed into the mall full of energy, while he, sleep-deprived, went into the dessert shop next door to buy takeout coffee.

It was there that I accidentally met a male star with blond hair, blue eyes, silent and cold temperament. That star was often called "little wolf dog" and "little milk dog" by his fans, and was also one of the ideal types among the female colleagues in his office.

Perhaps because he was really sleep-deprived at the time, the first thought that came to his mind when he looked at him was:

Oh, the real thing, the natural, unpretentious ideal type.

Then, still sleep-deprived, he walked back, and perhaps out of the virtue of sharing with friends, he patted the shoulder of M who was waiting at the mall entrance.

As always, she looked impatient, but she immediately turned her head as he meant.

-twenty two-

"Look, Meow Meow! There's your ideal type, this handsome guy. Do you want me to get his number for you? My female colleagues read in their gossip magazines that he's also a great technician."

M: “…”

M: "Shut up and drink your coffee."

-twenty three-

So the organist shut up and drank his coffee in silence.

M dragged her confused spouse into the mall, feeling like he would get lost if she didn't hold him tight - why was he so confused today? Wasn't this kid adamant about resisting all-nighters and attaching great importance to sleep quality, insisting on closing his eyes and going to sleep even when it was almost morning after he finished playing with her?

M didn't know that this was actually his first time to stay up all night, just like his first time drinking vodka.

However, coincidentally, while she was trying on clothes, the male star also walked into the store.

Maybe there's something to buy.

The unconscious person immediately turned around and said, "Meow Meow, do you want an autographed photo? My company has a partnership with him, so it's totally possible..."

"Shut up and look at me. It's you, my wife, who's trying on a dress, not that skinny, pale-as-a-ghost guy."

“…”

-twenty four-

M looked at him expressionlessly, with a slightly aggrieved look on his face.

Why should she feel wronged? He was in this state of mind to accompany her shopping, and she didn't feel wronged at all.

"Is there any need to choose carefully? You look good in anything anyway."

"That's not why you should keep your eyes on other humans. Only look at me. Cute, huh?"

“…very cute.”

"That's too perfunctory. You only say these few words every time. Don't you have any other opinions?"

"...I don't have any opinions. She's really cute, why would you say otherwise?"

"A little more exciting? A little more stunning? Does this dress make you want to pull me into the fitting room and take it off immediately—"

-25-

The organist immediately covered her mouth and paid for the dress.

He really didn't understand why she would be so obsessed with sex even when shopping for clothes...

Besides, this dress was not meant to be worn for him to see, but was bought specifically for her so that she would have more clothes to wear to work.

When would she ever wear clothes specifically for him to see? Every time they met, they basically took off their clothes and had sex.

...when he completely transforms into that cool, blond, blue-eyed ideal type and no longer needs to pretend?

-26-

"You really don't like that male star? He's very popular recently. I even wanted to ask for his album for you..."

"Are you interested in men?"

"……No."

"What nonsense! I've bought the skirt, come with me to the hotel next door."

"……oh."

-27-

She seemed to really dislike the male star, but he clearly fit her description.

What type does M like?

… Organ was still thinking when he was pressed on the pillow. About five minutes later, he came to his senses and realized that something was wrong.

M did not pull his clothes. M took his cell phone, sat cross-legged beside him with his clothes on, and played Candy Crush.

Organ: "...What's wrong? You don't want to do it..."

"You're the boss. Go to bed."

"I don't care..."

"You matter. Close your eyes and go to sleep."

“…”

-28-

M clicked on the shaking color block on the screen, and suddenly felt the new skirt on her body shaking.

...It was the stupid dog next door who was confused after staying up all night and crawling over.

He closed his eyes and silently tugged at her skirt. Then he tugged again.

M looked away: "If it breaks, buy me another one."

"Um……"

"Go to bed."

"Um……"

"Shut up and go to sleep."

“…”

-29-

The skirt rustled again for a moment, and finally, he stopped moving.

A muffled voice came from between the sheets and the hem of her skirt: "Don't sleep with anyone else after I fall asleep."

M: “…”

M suddenly felt it was outrageous: "Why would I sleep with someone else? Are you stupid? Am I married to someone else?"

"After I wake up, I will try my best to make up for the number of times I promised today..."

It's not like you owe me money, is there any way to make up for this kind of thing?

"You shut up..."

"Even if he's your ideal type and can buy you new dresses and bags, you should still think about it. Don't... sleep with him so easily..."

-30-

The words grew fainter and fainter, and finally, they fell into silence.

Is asleep.

M couldn't help but reach out and rub the golden retriever, which felt particularly nice to the touch, and then muted the volume of the Candy Crush game.

-31-

That day, when the organ woke up again, she was gone.

There was a hotel snack bill and a note with a hastily drawn heart on it on the bedside table, and the lowest score record in the Candy Crush game on the phone was refreshed again, just like always.

He didn't say anything, but silently checked the bill and calculated how long she stayed. When they met again a month later, he seriously returned the extra time she stayed.

-32-

M had a very exciting night. She didn't quite understand it, but she was very happy, so she completely put it out of her mind.

But the organ was thinking at the time.

The ideal type that is pretended is, after all, fake.

...He has already revealed so much, how long can he keep pretending?

-33-

It turned out that he couldn't pretend for long, and besides, M didn't have an ideal type.

She never had that in the first place, she just picked the right person to sleep with.

His speculation, his inference, his thinking...

It's so stupid.

These days, the organ is always looking at its own reflection alone.

He thought, how could there be such a stupid and pitiful guy?

We agreed not to talk about feelings, but in the end, I couldn't help but give birth to something that I couldn't control at all.

Unprecedented tears and unprecedented surging emotions - he was not good at suppressing this. How could a guy like him who had no emotions be good at suppressing emotions?

…Then again, why is it so turbulent?

Unrequited love should just be a secret. Only two-way love can really cause pain.

Organ has no experience in love, but he doesn't think he is the type to be sentimental.

-34-

Well, as expected, there must have been real expectations, trust that "we are friends", and affirmation that "she cares about me too".

After all, no matter how few times she spent the night there were, there were still a few times.

No matter how excessive her requests were, her behavior was almost like acting like a spoiled child.

[You probably like me a little bit, right?]

...After such a stupid misunderstanding was shattered, it was so...hard to suppress.

-35-

The tears can't stop.

Just like the warden these days, frequent and noisy.

...Ice cream is of no help. The constant coolness and sweetness on the tip of the tongue can only relieve the sore feeling in the nose.

-36-

The organ lowered his eyes and stuffed another big mouthful of ice cream into his mouth.

...It's really disgusting, the low-fat version of ice cream.

"So, when will I get a chance to see the prisoner?"

The noisy demon next to him sighed, "I know he's had some personal issues lately... but this is a more urgent matter..."

I know M has been going crazy lately and scared you evil spirits, right?

...What's the point of looking for me? She goes crazy all the time. I don't understand anything about her, nor do I know what she really wants.

I'm just a self-proclaimed good friend and a self-righteous lovelorn person.

-37-

If I really knew her, I wouldn't be sitting here silently hugging a bucket of ice cream, listening to the fool inside me cry until I choke on sobs.

-38-

"It's really hard to enter the system world... I can only rely on the prisoners..."

"So you're looking for prisoners because you want to enter the system world."

"Well, not all of them... The System World and the Prisoner, those are the only two relatively safe escape routes... That madman will definitely not let me go a second time."

The legendary handsome man tugged at his tie again. "You know, two months ago, when I approached her at the nightclub, I never imagined she was the infamous M. I really had a narrow escape..."

Organ: “…”

Organ: "You approached her at a nightclub two months ago?"

Two months ago, I don’t think I had mentioned divorce.

...Hasn't it been mentioned yet?

-39-

"Oh, I almost forgot. You're a spirit who's been active in the Eternal Life Society. It's normal you haven't heard of this..."

The handsome legendary man gave a mischievous smile and waved his hand. "This incident is quite famous. It directly made me leap a level among all the evil spirits. They even gave me the nickname 'Legend'."

...I flirted with that crazy banshee in a nightclub, and my opening line was "I think you look exactly like my wife when she was alive", but I was not killed by her.

M just rolled her eyes ("for my sister's sake") and walked away.

-40-

After all, she had attended the funeral and laid flowers that year, and she still remembered her sister's eyes filled with tears and joy.

The legendary handsome guy's appearance remained the same as before his death, and his opening line for chatting him up was "Looks... exactly the same". M thought about it carefully for a moment and understood.

She couldn't just chop her ex-brother-in-law into pieces just because he got drunk and came to chat up her "sister".

-41-

Incidentally, the nickname "Legendary Handsome Guy" was also due to the similar achievement this legend later achieved in the system world - he successfully approached M in a nightclub again and managed to survive -

M didn't recognize his identity at that time, after all, his appearance was different from when he died.

But M still didn't kill him.

Because at that time she happened to catch a glimpse of her subordinate who was obsessed with the fruit plate not far away and was taken as prey. A woman in a suspender miniskirt who was shaking like an epileptic approached him, and seemed to be planning to dance passionately and dance all the fabric on her body onto his face.

-42-

M was in a hurry to mince other meat, so the legendary handsome guy survived.

She was in a hurry and couldn't chop another one at the same time.

-43-

...But the general public does not know these reasons. The general public only knows that he is a legendary handsome guy, a legendary undead who successfully approached M twice and remained unscathed.

Even Mr. P would smile and respectfully call him a legendary handsome guy, although he would always be ridiculed by the other party, "Don't you want to remember my name at all?"

——Of course I don’t want to remember.

Anyone who wants to remember it can remember it, but Mr. P himself never got the chance to survive after actively chatting up someone——

Although he would never take the initiative to talk to his boss.

-44-

Just like the organ when he was newly divorced, he was always approached no matter what.

Whether it was seduction or design, he was approached actively!

...Forget it, there's nothing to compare.

Before I even filed for divorce with my ex-wife, she ran off to a nightclub to have fun. What's the difference between being active and passive in a flirtation?

-45-

The organist held the ice cream scoop upright and silently and slowly inserted it into the remaining ice cream.

What's the comparison?

He had no right to interfere with her playing with others, where she went, or whether she had sex with several or dozens of people in places he didn't know about.

...Whether it's going to a nightclub or chatting up other people, it has nothing to do with him and is her freedom.

It doesn’t matter if it happened before the divorce. It doesn’t matter if it happened while the relationship was still going on.

After all, it was not a serious marriage relationship from the beginning, nor was it a serious relationship. It was just that he wore a ring and applied for a small privilege to not be forgotten by her temporarily.

I also……

-46-

"Prisoners also have to go to nightclubs."

The legendary handsome guy was startled: "Ah, what?"

The child raised his eyes.

Somehow, his eyes became even redder.

"Prisoners also have to go to nightclubs."

I never went there again after I got married. I tried my best to maintain the cleanliness that she liked the most, and I didn't even talk to her female colleagues in private.

...Why is he so obedient? A bed partner who doesn't have a romantic relationship can go to nightclubs freely.

-47-

"If you can find a way to take the prisoners to a nightclub, they can provide the shelter you seek."

But he knew it was stupid the moment he said it: how could an ordinary evil spirit have the power to take him out of the eternal prison again?

As expected, the other party also showed an embarrassed and surprised expression.

"I was just joking..."

"Well, it's not impossible."

The legendary handsome guy said, "I've been to too many nightclubs. It's really just about alcohol, music, noise, and the opposite sex. Find a way to get a few more beautiful female undead to the prisoner's room, and I'll take care of the music... that should be all right?"

The organ winked.

-48-

"No need."

He said indifferently, "The prisoner found that going to the nightclub was a completely stupid idea. I just mentioned it casually."

He didn't want any other beautiful female ghosts, he just wanted to stop crying so sadly.

-49-

"But you've been saying for the past few days that he's in the period of heartbreak, right?"

The legendary handsome guy seemed to be intrigued: "That's perfect, as long as we find a few more..."

"When I was heartbroken... well, it wasn't really a heartbreak, it was purely an unrequited love that ended in vain... At that time, I just found a lot of beautiful women, and after hanging out for a while, I was completely fine. After all, as long as a man is satisfied, everything is fine..."

The organist interrupted him: "No."

"The prisoner is asexual. Now, whenever he thinks about 'making love', he feels like crying even more."

-50-

"...I can ask him why..."

"Because sex is basically all he remembers about his ex. 'Sex' is synonymous with the prisoner's ex. If possible, the prisoner would never want to 'sex' again. The prisoner wishes that all humans who do such things with their partners out of happiness and love would die. Let them all eat full-fat ice cream and die of obesity."

“…”

-51-

The overwhelming resentment was too strong, and the legendary handsome guy was completely at the end of his rope.

He knocked on the table, and became genuinely sad—perhaps this kind of heartbreak really resonated with him—

"Well, actually, there's one more, the last one."

"...If it's the drinking suggestion from a few days ago, absolutely not. A prisoner who has drunk is equivalent to an infinite number of love-brains. After losing consciousness, he found himself lying on a mountain of plans. The content of the plans was 'How to get back together with my ex and make her completely devoted to me'..."

My eyes were swollen from crying, and I didn’t know how to deal with all those densely packed plans.

There is an unscrupulous administrator in the Eternal Life Prison who can definitely copy his plan exactly and conquer M step by step. It will be terrible if he finds out.

-52-

In the end, he used the plan as a tissue to wipe his tears. It was very effective. Not a single clear handwriting survived, and the warden who came to impose punishment didn't even want to touch it.

-53-

"Well, no, it's certainly not alcohol. I've seen what happens to prisoners when they drink too much."

...At that time, the entire Eternal Life Prison was shaking, and every evil spirit did not dare to go out. God knows what the drunk prisoner was doing in his cell.

The warden has yet to completely fill the giant indigo data turbulence that opens in the void outside the prison.

...Who knows what happened! A super-high-level inhuman being experiencing a period of heartbreak could truly be the end of the world!

-54-

"The ultimate method, well, the only method left."

The legendary handsome guy said seriously: "Go contact her again."

-55-

"Write a letter, meet up, whatever it is, contact her and say everything you want to say to her. It doesn't matter if she doesn't reply, it doesn't matter if she ignores you - once you've said it all, expressed it all, you can completely put it behind you and move on."

-56-

The organ was stunned for a moment.

"But……"

"I know, I know. Prisoners can't leave the Eternal Life Prison. There's no way out. But with this idea in mind, after I've talked to her unilaterally, I can pretend to contact her..."

“Ah, it’s not that I don’t have any channels.”

The organ said blankly, "The prisoner seemed to have created a channel after drinking too much the other day. Have you seen any blue space holes near the Eternal Life Prison recently? That one should be able to establish contact with the ex. It can probably span tens of thousands of worlds, and it seems that nothingness can also be transmitted."

Legendary handsome guy: "..."

-57-

So why is the period of heartbreak for super-high-level non-human beings so extraordinary?

-58-

Half an hour later, another nothingness.

The hollow M drew out his sickle, wiped the blood from his face, and turned around staggeringly.

Suddenly, a hole appeared next to it, and an arm in a suit stretched out.

The suit-arm sounded very nervous: "Believe it, believe it! Don't be afraid! I'm delivering the message!"

M: “…”

-59-

M saw the man in the suit throw a small note towards him with a "pop", and then the small note unfolded in the void.

The handwriting on it is very familiar and concise, just three lines.

Give me back the ring

【Like You】

I want to go to the nightclub too

M: “…”

-60-

M thrust the knife at his feet and reached out to grab the suit's arm.

"Come here and explain immediately. What nightclub is he going to??!"