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Join the Server‘Converted to a girl’s height, probably about a fourth-grade girl’s height… My exact height is around 1 meter 34.’
‘Oh my god, not even 1.4 meters! No need to pay for the bus? Free buffet? Free swimming pool? …Ah, that one you have to pay for.’
I don’t know why, but thinking about this, my eyes welled up with tears.
‘I have everything, I’ve worked hard to reach the gates of university… Yet I’ve transmigrated. Aside from my memories, everything I had is gone…’
‘At least I’m alive… I should be proud!’
I encouraged myself.
‘Also, you know, the workload you’re handling now isn’t something just anyone can bear. It’s been seven days, look—your stamina hasn’t increased at all; you still need both hands to carry the bucket,’ a certain persona said. ‘With a life like this, any ordinary only child would have collapsed long ago.’
Hearing this mocking encouragement, I couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope…
‘Alright, I won’t dwell on these useless negative thoughts.’
‘I’ve been here for seven days now. Let me organize the information I’ve collected…’
There’s someone named ‘Lith’ in this castle. I don’t know if they’re male or female, probably the ruler of that big castle over there.
Then ‘Gongcheng’ is the ruler of this small castle I’m in now.
The tall goblin is probably a butler, and the one with the golden earring—I haven’t seen him since.
The castle has four floors, built in an English-style.
Maybe because we’ve been here a short time, we’ve always been assigned to clean the corridors, never allowed into the rooms.
The only room I know is the bathroom I visited today.
‘And this servant room…’
The castle gets crowded at night. In the sleeping room next to ours, those servants work the night shift.
Their shifts are probably six consecutive hours…
All the castle windows are magically sealed, impossible to open.
There are high walls around the castle. I don’t think there’s any way to escape…
‘Ah… is it really going to be like this forever…’
Later in the evening, Xu Yi returned. She looked very haggard.
Because the bug soup was so terrible, I often saw her leave over half the bowl unfinished…
Those men who drank it all complained of hunger every day. As a girl, she must be starving…
When she saw me, a smile appeared on Xu Yi’s face, and she said weakly, ‘Sorry, I’m a bit tired today. Go find Sister to teach you. Sorry, I need to sleep.’ ‘Okay, Sister. Take care of yourself too,’ I said sweetly.
Seeing my smile, Xu Yi smiled bitterly and lay down on the bed beside me.
She was truly exhausted.
A few days ago, after learning the basic numbers, she and Xu Xia had planned to teach me some simple conversational words.
But instead, I asked them, ‘Magic, library, wind, water, thunder, lightning, fire, earth, light, yin-yang, time, space,’ and other common magic words.
They didn’t understand why I wanted to learn those, but they taught me anyway.
Dozens of sacred glyphs gave me a dizzying headache.
But thankfully, after a few days, I finally memorized all those characters.
Then, on the morning of the eighth day, everything changed without warning.
A stinging pain on my wrists and ankles jerked me awake.
Frowning, I opened my eyes. I found myself sitting on a wooden chair. In front of me was a table, and at the table was that perverted bastard, Black Mist!
‘Time: Day 8 of s*ave life.’
Even though my eyes were open, I had to do a self-check!
‘Location: interrogation room.’
‘Pre-transmigration memories: omitted.’
‘Limb condition: good. d*ck condition: still there.’
‘Analysis of the situation: unknown. Exclude cleaning accidents.’
There was no way I could have made a mistake in cleaning. Could it be because of the secret shower? Impossible. If it were about the shower, why wasn’t I caught on the spot? And even if so, there’s no need to drag me to a torture interrogation place.
‘Then why the hell?!’
‘Prepare for death,’ a certain persona said. ‘Poison, beheading, tearing, drilling, bugs…’
I swallowed slightly and ended my self-check.
‘Oh right, this is a magical world. I might be burned to death, electrocuted, blown away, or smoked to death.’
My other personality added as usual.
I stared blankly at the interrogation room ahead, fixing my gaze on Black Mist’s crimson eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I surveyed the room’s layout.
‘Table, chair, glowing little stones. Chains, whip, ominous spiked triangular pyramid…’
Clearly, I’d been caught and was about to be interrogated.
‘I don’t see a door. No exit on the ceiling or floor. No one-way mirrors like in the movies. The only way into this room is a door, and that door is probably behind me,’ I analyzed calmly and quickly.
Black Mist’s black hands interlocked, fingers crossed, also staring at me.
He was watching my reaction.
I knew he expected me to scream or show fear.
But I just stared blankly at him.
To be honest, I stopped fearing death long ago. Coming to this world, eating countless bugs, having wet clothes every day with no change, overwork—I’ve become indifferent to all of it.
My fear of death itself was discarded back when I graduated elementary school.
In elementary school, I was often bullied by classmates. A few times, someone even cut my forearm with a knife.
That first time, a gash as long as my hand opened up on my arm, blood gushing out. But the kid who stabbed me ran away in fear, and I just stood there, crying in pain, completely forgetting to find a teacher.
When I was taken to the school nurse, I nearly died from blood loss.
Though I survived, from then on I began to imagine all sorts of ways I might die and trained myself not to be afraid.
Of course, I did this not because I feared death, but because I wished I’d been able to punch that person back then.
I often wondered why, when I was cut, I didn’t immediately go to a teacher or hit my attacker.
The conclusion was that I was afraid, I wasn’t calm.
So coming to this world, though I’ve always been afraid of death, actually I’m afraid of the manner of death.
I don’t want to be killed by magic, nor do I want to be tortured to death unilaterally…
After all, my life is my own—I don’t want to throw it away carelessly!
But looking at the scene before me, I figure I’m ninety percent doomed…
So I might as well prepare for a gruesome death, to avoid dying an ugly death.
Even if I die, I don’t want to die twisted with fear like those victims in horror movies.
I want to die like a revolutionary martyr, smiling, without any fear!
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