-1-
"You know, humans..."
In the long, long memory.
It seemed like someone turned their head and said this to her.
-2-
M can no longer remember that person's face or eyes.
...Perhaps the person who said this has no face or eyes...
Over a long period of time, she has dealt with too many strange things.
——Among those beings, some have no concept of form, but as long as they can roll the dice, make bets, and enjoy music and dance——
M would meet them at a nice bar, sit together, make bets and chat from time to time.
-3-
Some of them were remembered by her, and some were forgotten by her.
...That was something she deliberately forgot.
Just like a prisoner in a cage, deliberately forgetting the flowers growing outside the prison.
It's like an ant that has only a two-dimensional perspective throughout its life deceiving itself by saying that there is no sky in this world.
Sometimes, in order to move on, M has to let go of certain memories.
Certain memories that get in the way, that interfere with her ability to have fun and have fun—she calls them “baggage.”
It's too heavy, not a burden.
M threw away the bag lightly, as if popping a balloon with a needle.
-4-
However, even if the being who asked the question and chatted with her was thrown into the baggage and completely forgotten by her——
M still remembers one thing clearly.
That sentence.
Although the question was asked in a questioning tone, it was not a question that required her to give an answer.
M remembers the question that didn't need an answer.
-5-
[Do you know how arrogant humans are?]
-6-
"yes."
How arrogant are humans?
No answer required.
M kicked the table and chair away and retracted his fist.
——Under this punch, Hong Shu, who was approaching, flew out like a pinball, and in the process broke the tables and chairs that collapsed along the way.
Just one punch.
The grown man was heavily framed against the classroom wall.
Miss M shook her hands and examined her manicure with a slightly frown.
There's a small heart-shaped rhinestone on the nail of my middle finger. When I punched it just now, it seemed to have hit its eyebrow. Ugh, it must have gotten dirty.
-7-
…never mind, it was done several months ago anyway, so it’s a good opportunity for Xiao P to do a new manicure for me!
-8-
Miss M unfolded her eyebrows again.
She walked towards the boy who was tied up in the middle of the classroom, picked up the desk that fell to the side, and hammered it again at Hong Shu who stumbled to his feet and rushed to attack again.
It was just a desk with one leg missing.
But when she swung it out—when this black-haired, black-eyed, well-behaved and beautiful girl swung it out—
-9-
As heavy as a thousand pounds.
Hong Shu was hammered straight into the wall again, his hands and feet were stiff and his head was buzzing.
A salty, fishy taste filled his mouth. The worst thing was that he couldn't tell whether it was blood, tears or snot.
That punch was unprecedentedly painful and terrifying.
Panic, anger, fear, he actually... actually... subconsciously... burst into tears.
it hurts.
it hurts.
So... scary...
In the blurred vision, the girl in the school uniform was still petite and beautiful, with a face that looked harmless no matter how you looked at it.
There are no muscular muscles and no fierce scars.
A student, a girl, the weakest among the weak.
But she blew up all his armor with just one punch, and destroyed all the props he could take out with just one desk.
Alarms sounded in Hong Shu's ears from the player's backpack, warehouse, and even the system of the Eternal Life Game itself.
[Backpack severely damaged, repairing, item -1, item -1...]
[Warehouse severely damaged. Warning, warning. Please return to the game interface within ten minutes to repair it.]
[Unknown creature detected, unknown creature detected, analysis...unable to analyze...players please leave as soon as possible]
-10-
Just a schoolgirl.
girl.
...This is impossible.
I'm a power player! I've maxed out my strength—a high-level player who's passed seven A-level dungeons—I'm different from those arrogant reasoning wimps, or those expendable NPCs, and certainly not some naive student—I—I'm clearly—this girl—this girl—
No! !
This is not a woman - this is a monster!!
This is—even more terrifying than the boss—this—indescribable—monster—
-11-
M tilted her head. She heard some excited noise coming from behind.
She had clearly dealt with the other garbage as soon as she entered the door... They ran away when they saw her taking action. Not many of them were worth her personal attention... Oh, that one.
The one who seems to be leading the group, the one who claims to be the strongest.
...I don't understand.
Is it something to be proud of being the strongest among the garbage?
I still have maintenance work to do here and don't have time to play games with trash.
Yes, yes, she did want to have some fun when she entered the room... Maintenance was certainly not as important as having fun... When she heard the sounds of fighting and scolding in the classroom, she was looking forward to it...
But what fun is there in dealing with trash who can't even take a punch?
Not even as good as Xiao P.
-12-
"Ms. M, what are you doing?"
——She had once treated her subordinate in the same way, punching him into the wall, and for fun, she deliberately retained enough force to avoid being fatal.
Oh, there was no other reason for punching his subordinate into the wall.
It was because he suggested to her with a sunny expression that she try cat food.
"It's actually delicious, and it's more convenient to pour a few grains into a bowl in the morning than to eat breakfast made by your subordinates. Anyway, you've always been dissatisfied with the rice porridge I cook, always complaining that it's too bland or too salty, so why not try cat food? It has chicken flavor and is just the right amount of saltiness." -
After the subordinate said this, Ms. M naturally punched him.
...He deserves it.
But after the blow, Miss M became curious. She had never used such a direct and ruthless fist to deal with her subordinates before. In the past, even the direct punches were accompanied by music or flowers.
So he deliberately held back some strength when he punched him, wanting to see him half dead.
-13-
But after the smoke cleared.
Embedded in the office wall, the data flow behind him was constantly being repaired, and the subordinate was half-dead leaning against the gap in the wall.
He just leaned there, and even though he was weak, he still pulled the corners of his mouth and continued to smile at her.
He smiles like a wandering singer playing the guitar, waiting for the girl of his choice at the station.
"So, you don't want to eat cat food?"
Ms. M: “…Is that all you want to ask?”
"Hmm... Also, regarding this wall damage, do you need me to submit a repair report?... What's the figure I'd like to fill in for the compensation application?"
So she walked over and punched again, a punch that was as heavy as a thousand pounds and extremely terrifying.
It just stopped at the tip of Mr. P's nose.
-14-
Mr. P: "I understand. I won't apply for compensation. After all, there's no money left in your salary this month for the system to deduct."
Ms. M: “…”
Mr. P raised his hand and pressed down her fist that was resting in front of his face. "If you hit me a second time, I'll not just submit a repair order for the office wall. Please be considerate of the terrifying maintenance department's office building... Okay, the fun is over. You still have work to do..."
Miss M looked a little disappointed.
"Before," she muttered, "every time a man got hit by my fist, he would cry. Tears would stream down his face."
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P: “Have you hit many men with your fists?”
-15-
Ms. M: "Everyone will cry..."
Mr. P: "Please answer the question. Many men? Fists like this? Fists like this, so soft and nice to hold? Have you hit many men?"
Ms. M: "Obviously! Everyone! Will cry!"
Mr. P: "Please answer first. A lot of men?"
Miss M: "Little P! Why! Don't cry!"
...This kind of discussion went back and forth several times, but neither side got a satisfactory answer.
Mr. P made soup that night and made it a little too salty, and Miss M—
She realized she was different.
In the past, I clearly hated the sight of those ants crying tears and roaring in fear, but I also really, really wanted to see Little P... being beaten and crying.
Please.
That’s Xiao P!
If I could see little P crying... sad, devastated, unbearable crying... one day, if I could... she would definitely be very, super, extremely happy, right?
-16-
Roars, screams, and howls rang in M's ears again, exploding in chaos.
Very noisy.
Miss M tilted her head, feeling a little annoyed.
Why are you crying and making a fuss? Garbage is still garbage no matter how hard you try.
It’s not Xiao P.
Little P should cry and make a fuss more often.
Woo… Although, she really wanted to just stomp this kind of garbage to death… Just shut up and give her ears some peace…
Miss M once again thought of her hands that she wanted to hold tightly, and the fragments of her soul that had been broken and then condensed with the big dog.
...Xiao P is too weak. He was injured so badly this time.
There is not much fun in this world, so she should just be more restrained and complain less.
Bosses should give their subordinates some benefits occasionally. Let Xiao P focus on recovering first.
This time... no matter what...
Just get the repairs done.
-17-
Miss M reached out and patted the little boy who was tied to a chair with his head hung low.
"Hey. Wake up. I'll kill you if you don't."
“…”
"You are the source of this place, right? The original source boss of this small world?"
“…”
"Wake up, I've already torn that female ghost into pieces. She won't attack you again."
“…”
-18-
Ms. M tried to shake him a few times, but found that he was motionless and in a state of complete coma.
...Was he cursed by the female ghost who invaded here?
Even though he had been torn into pieces by her, the ghost girl's curse had not been lifted yet?
No, Xiao P said he wanted to keep the female ghost as a witness to gather intelligence. Xiao P guaranteed that the female ghost would definitely not be a problem... He is still very reliable in this regard. If he said he would deal with it, he would definitely deal with it thoroughly and leave no future troubles...
After all, the bugs in this world are only caused by the invasion of the female ghost from another world who attacked Xiao P.
After she and Xiao P dealt with the female ghost, the distortion here should slowly return to normal under the guidance of the original source.
But the original boss is still tied here...
While she was thinking, Miss M sensed that the boy under her moved.
He slowly opened his eyes.
-19-
Milky white, pupilless eyes.
Full of death.
Those white pupils directly reflected the scene behind her—the garbage stumbling towards her, the unconscious student lying on the ground, and—
Miss M turned her head suddenly.
-20-
In mid-air, there is a golden light, a tunnel that transcends dimensions and worlds.
The man in white robe who suddenly appeared lowered his head, and Miss M raised her fist.
The wind from the fist blew away the opponent's hood.
-twenty one-
Blonde hair is sunshine and blue eyes are the bright shallow sea.
——Miss M suddenly retracted her fist.
The man looked down at her from above, his white hood draped behind his hair, his expression filled with inexplicable compassion.
"Finally I see you..."
"Bang!"
-twenty two-
——It was Miss M who grabbed his neck, pulled him in from the outside world, and threw him heavily to the ground.
Then he kicked the other person into the floor directly.
"Hello."
The boss' tone was unusually cold: "You piece of trash, what disgusting things are you trying to say to me with that look? This is the face of my precious subordinate."
"Speak. Reply."
As she spoke, she raised the desk and hammered Hong Shu, who was trying to sneak attack, away again. At the same time, her uniform shoes moved upwards and stepped heavily on the man's forehead.
"Otherwise, I'll crush you."
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