- I hate names

As he walked through the door, a blinding light suddenly lit up in front of Lord Death's eyes, and he couldn't close his eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 By the time the blinding white light had dissipated, it had been more than ten seconds.

"It's time to open your eyes."

A familiar voice suddenly rang out, causing Lord Death to open his eyes. The voice was familiar to him, after all, they had just separated. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the other party was sitting in an empty space with a bored face, crossing Erlang's legs, looking down at the black book in his hand. And what surprised Lord Death the most was that he was able to see the other person's appearance, and in this environment where there was nothing, he was conspicuous like a firefly in the night.

It's very ordinary, just like the girls you see everywhere on the street, with long black hair just up to the waist, wearing a black suspender shirt and shorts, and the snow-white skin as if she was sick is exposed in large areas. In general, although it is easy to attract the attention of a male when walking on the street, it is still very different from what he imagined.

Hey...... Grim Reaper Shouldn't it be a little more world-sourcing? Although the other party is beautiful enough, it's still a little short of that level. However, his impression of the species of the Grim Reaper should have collapsed when he knew that the other party was a girl.

"Are you disappointed?" The other party looked up slightly, glanced at him, and then put his gaze back on the book.

"Sort of." Lord Death nodded nondeniably.

The other party laughed lightly and looked at him with interest: "You are really an interesting person, En...... Should I call you the Grim Reaper now? First of all, I must congratulate you on your successful conversion of the race to necromancy. I'm your guide, so there's no problem with me in everything you do, right? ”

"Nope." Lord Death shook his head honestly.

"Good. First of all, as my subordinate, and the only subordinate, you have to keep a few things in mind. First, your immediate boss is me, so you just have to listen to my orders, and you don't need to pay attention to what other people say. Second, you have the highest right of action in all worlds, and you can do what you like on the premise of completing your tasks, and I will not restrict you. But you can't drag your tasks out of the way. Kindness...... I've forgotten anything else, so I'll tell you when I remember it. That's right, this one is for you. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly threw the black book in his hand.

Lord Death caught it and opened it with some curiosity. In fact, he had been curious about what was written in it. However, after he opened it, he searched for several pages in a row, only to find that there was nothing on it.

"This is a must-have item for our Grim Reaper, you can think of it as a quest publisher, and of course it has a lot of uses. You don't have to pay attention to it, it's bound to your soul, it disappears when it's not in use, and it appears when it's used. Alright, let's go, I still have something to do. After saying that, the other party waved his hand.

"That's all?" Lord Death couldn't help but be stunned.

"That's all. Haven't you learned the word 'self-reliance' in the ten years you have wasted? The other party nodded, not joking at all.

"At the very least, tell me what I'm going to do." Lord Death said helplessly.

"It's a real problem...... I didn't take you in for that, you should learn to help me share the work, not add to my burden. The other party sighed, but still explained: "We are the gods of death have only two duties: to take away the souls of the dead, and by the way, to send them to reincarnation. The notes you have in hand can help you do that. But we can't get better by doing our own job, so we need to do more.

Heaven will give us instructions, and I will arrange for you to do them. You also need to get more thanks from others, so that you can accumulate more merit and give it back to me. That's all you have to do. ”

"So I'm going to do more good deeds?" Lord Death's face became a little strange.

The other party nodded as a matter of course and said, "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't pull my face down to do this kind of thing, why would I take you in." It is to value your versatility and should know a lot of things before taking you in. ”

Kindness...... Do good deeds, do good deeds, anyway, he is already mentally prepared, and now hearing it with his own ears is just confirmation. But it's always a bit weird to let him do good deeds, and if the crazy people in the organization knew about it, they would probably laugh so hard that they couldn't straighten their waists.

"By the way, use that thing to keep a diary when you have time, the number of pages is infinite anyway. Turn it back when you feel lost, and if you're lost, I'll have to struggle to wake you up. With that end of the instructions, you can go to your first job. After the other party finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and didn't give Lord Death time to talk nonsense, probably because he was annoyed.

The Grim Reaper-sama saw that the space suddenly distorted after the other party clapped his hands, and his mind fell into a dizziness, and his body seemed to be falling. It didn't take long for the feeling to stop, and I was in a new pitch-black space.

Lord Death was thinking evilly, this shouldn't be the other party's prank.

Unfortunately, it's not. After a while, a female voice sounded in his ears, completely different from the other person's voice: "Welcome back." ”

It was at this time that the pitch-black notebook suddenly appeared in front of him, slowly opened to the middle, and wrote two sentences on it: "Your mission has begun—to help the group of people in it escape." Don't be lazy. ”

It's very simple, and the font is also very beautiful, and at a glance, you can tell that it was his beautiful boss who gave him words.

He closed his notebook and looked at the blue box in front of him, suddenly feeling a little annoying.

There are a few words written on the box, as if you have just entered the game: please enter your name.

Lord Death thought about it, opened the notebook, took out the pen tucked in the cover, and wrote his first page notes on the first page. After I finished writing, I honestly typed my name into it - in pinyin.

After pressing confirm, the scene in front of me distorted again, as if passing through a time tunnel, several colors around it flowed quickly, and after a blink of an eye, the bizarre scene suddenly disappeared, returning to normal, as if returning to the original world again. But his world can't be that old with buildings, and it's hard to see everyone carrying a sword with a sword and wearing dirt and slag leather armor.

Kindness...... If you look closely, it seems that he is wearing the same thing, and the feeling of being separated by a layer of armor on his body is clearly transmitted to his body, and even the weight has changed when he notices this, which is extremely real.

Lord Death tried to clench his fist lightly, only to confirm that he was not playing some game, but that he had indeed gone to another world. However, based on his observations and what he heard, it seemed that this was indeed in a game.

Just when he was still familiar with this strange feeling, he suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He forcibly resisted the urge to roll over and kick back with a roundhouse kick, and looked back in a friendly manner.

A red-haired young man about the same age as himself stood behind him and grinned, "Brother, do you want to play together?" It's still my first time playing this. ”

Lord Death shook his head slightly and smiled, "I'm sorry, I made an appointment with someone." The other party should be waiting for me, and I'm out of company first. With that, he left the square quickly.

Others can fall out of the system panel or something, but his own words can only rely on the blind. Although this seemed like the first business to be delivered, there were still a lot of things he needed to figure out before he could do so.

At least he needed to know what abilities his beautiful boss had given him, and what the use of that notebook was.

Intelligence is the premise of doing anything, and if you don't know anything, you will die a miserable death. And he has learned how to be kind to others, and if he comes back and sees them, he will do good deeds.