Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　"..." So...so handsome.

　Miss Lin thought to herself, wanting to say something more, but she couldn't bring herself to say it... This person called BOSS was simply too powerful.

　While Ms. Lin was still stunned, Cong Yu, resting her chin on her hand, said, "Do you understand now? This is what an 'expert on life and death' is."

　Indeed, this child is a professional in this area.

　Exceptional expertise.

　"However, I didn't expect that you, Boss, would have no way to reverse someone's 'life' into 'death'..."

　As Cong Yu said this, he pondered that he might need to travel all over the world to seek help from other powerful figures... Next, he would go find the Death King.

　Try using a curse within the spell category.

　To Cong Yu's words, Shunni Sanqianliu pouted and said, "So, life and death aren't about going against the grain, but about going with the grain—"

　None of the people around me realized this.

　This is something that leaves the three thousand streams of flow helpless.

　"Is it... going smoothly?"

　Shunni Sanqianliu nodded in agreement with Cong Yu's words: "It's easier to understand if you don't think of 'death' as ​​just 'dying'... Life and death are the same state, not two opposing directions."

　"Just think of it as 'alive' and 'dead.' Alive means your health points are greater than 0, and dead means your health points are equal to 0, but both are just concepts related to health points."

　"..." Cong Yu couldn't understand this statement, and Miss Lin also expressed her incomprehension... The idea that living and dying are the same state was hard to accept.

　but……

　[That's right, oh... you're qualified to be a god!]

　Moirai's voice came from Miss Lin's mouth, which surprised Shunni Sanqianliu: "Wait, your voice has changed? And what... what are the qualifications to become a god?"

　In response to the BOSS's question, Cong Yu first summoned the Jormungandr train, which swallowed Miss Lin's head, thus preventing Moirai from continuing his nagging.

　Then, while watching the BOSS because Miss Lin's head was gone in less than half a second...

　He looked on in shock as the time was refreshed, while explaining about Moirai.

　Then in an instant...

　The three thousand streams, flowing smoothly and against the current, became serious.

　"The evil god who manipulates fate and life is probably the least compatible with me... but you, Cong Yu, are a good match."

　As he spoke, Shunni Sanqianliu squinted at Miss Lin's throat... After thinking for a moment, he looked up at the sky.

　After all, Moirai wasn't actually in Lin's neck.

　As for the "Three Thousand Flows of the Wind and the Flow of the Rivers" comment, Miss Lin paused for a moment, then looked at Cong Yu: "It goes well with Cong Yu?"

　In Miss Lin's memory, when she was with Cong Yu, although he didn't show much respect for life, but...

　It can still be considered within the normal range.

　They would also dislike her actions of taking lives.

　So, where did Shunni Sanzenryu's statement that "he is a good match with Congyu" come from?

　"..." Cong Yu had no intention of saying anything about this.

　However, Shunni Sanqianliu noticed the doubt in Miss Lin's eyes and said, "Because Cong Yu used to seem like the kind of person who would slaughter half the world for a certain purpose... although he has never actually killed anyone."

　Regarding her understanding of her boss, Cong Yu could only say that her intuition was quite accurate, but...

　"Since I didn't actually kill him, you shouldn't say it—"

　As she said this, Cong Yu pulled the hood of the BOSS's wool hoodie up from behind her and then pulled it up tightly on her back.

　They blindfolded her.

　"Wow! Quack!!!"

　Amidst the BOSS's eerie roar, Cong Yu clapped her hands twice, then summoned the giant serpent's mouth of the Jormungandr train: "Let's go, get on the train... We'll go find other people who might be able to kill you."

　After thinking for a moment, Cong Yu sighed, "No, I'll take you to see every royal capital except Japan..."

　After all, Moirai's situation is truly crucial and very serious.

　The five from Japan are unnecessary; Cong Yu knows them inside and out and is aware that they don't have any "special killing" abilities.

　First stop—

　The cursed Death King!

　Chapter 430 The Strongest, The Strongest

　The Death King – Opal Smith.

　As someone known as the "King of Death," he naturally has his own unique understanding of death.

　As a Negrito who had served as a prophet, he used hallucinogenic and lethal herbs to communicate with the totems of his ancestors.

　After becoming an eccentric, he served as an Australian soldier on the battlefield, facing death countless times, and finally, in a moment of enlightenment, became a king.

　It could even be said that, in the entire world of monsters, Opal Smith has the strongest understanding of "death."

　It is at least the strongest in modern times.

　……

　"You're here already? You're here so early..."

　As he spoke, Opal Smith, carrying the coffin containing the Sun King, looked at Cong Yu and Miss Lin beside him.

　In fact, the players already knew about Miss Lin's condition.

　Cong Yu, along with Rap King and Carlos Mario, discussed this matter in a group chat yesterday, and most people seemed quite interested.

　Even Miss Chiyou was very interested in the "Embryo of God".

　"Yes, I'm here."

　Cong Yu, who emerged from the mouth of the Jormungandr train, said this, looking at Opal Smith and Ra in the coffin behind him.

　They clearly didn't expect the Sun King to be here.

　Under Cong Yu's gaze, Opal Smith casually explained, "We are researching whether we can develop a spell similar to your Jormungandr train... It only requires mobility, and its power is irrelevant."

　Yes, power is of course irrelevant.

　The Sun King is manageable, but given Opal Smith's precision in creating magic, trying to use a technique similar to the Jormungandr Train to create a human...

　Let's worry about whether our teammates will get blown up first!

　"Has it yielded any results?"

　Cong Yu asked this question.

　"No clue."

　The King of Death answered in this way.

　……

　Then, the Death King began to examine Miss Lin closely, while the sun worms shining in the sky appeared and disappeared intermittently.

　In any case, the Sun King is here, which is obviously a good thing, so there's no need to make a special trip to Egypt.

　The Sun King was equally astute in his understanding of death.

　The Sun King – Ra.

　As the king of the strange creatures of Egypt, the Egyptians' deep belief in death and the afterlife is also powerfully displayed.

　For Egyptians, death is not the end, but a new stage of life, a beautiful and eternal existence.

　This approach is very similar to that of BOSS.

　Mummies, scarabs, pyramids, and funeral rites... prayers, offerings, incantations, dances, and eternal souls.

　Without a doubt, the Sun King was the "strongest" in terms of his understanding of death!

　At least the strongest in ancient times!

　……

　At this moment, the strongest Death King of the modern era and the strongest Sun King of the ancient era... were at a loss when faced with Miss Lin's situation.

　"Are all physical methods ineffective? If the opponent is an immortal god... that might be a bit tricky."

　Oppa Smith

　As he said this, the sound of the Sun King nodding and striking the coffin came from the coffin beside him.

　Cong Yu: "..."

　At this moment, Cong Yu had no more thoughts of complaining... The awkward narration praising the "helpers who came to the rescue," and the familiar lines.

　Cong Yu understood.

　The next chapter will feature the Death King being cut in half at the waist.

　Therefore, Cong Yu didn't join in the atmosphere by saying anything like "Will you lose?", but simply watched the Death King perform quietly.

　The Death King didn't hesitate either. He immediately ordered his men to get a rabbit, and then activated his most proficient technique: the Life Link spell.

　The jet-black magic threads instantly connected Miss Lin to the rabbit, and then Opal Smith simply fired a shot at the innocent rabbit.

　The little rabbit died on the spot.

　At that instant, the jet-black threads from Opal on the rabbit snapped and extended toward Miss Lin, who was standing to the side.

　"Oh!"

　With a crisp, crackling sound like shattering glass, Miss Lin's body instantly disintegrated and then turned to white ash.

　……

　Then, Miss Lin appeared again.

　Yes……

　In the blink of an eye, Lin, who had died instantly, reappeared in the same spot with perfectly intact clothes and a calm, speechless expression.

　Opal Smith: "..."

　Opal Smith: "???"

　"Wait, so you mean this level, this concept, this degree of ineffectiveness when you say 'physical means are ineffective'?"

　Opal Smith said this, then hesitated for a moment, looking at Cong Yu and then at Miss Lin: "This is a bit...too troublesome."

　A resurrection that is unreasonable, without rules, and incapable of understanding principles.

　No, this is no longer a "resurrection".

　It's almost the same concept as "refreshing".

　"..." Hesitantly, the Death King gestured to Miss Lin: "Give me some blood, and I'll cast a spell... If we're going to fight against the gods, I'll have to use all my strength!"

　At the same time, they observed and studied Miss Lin's immortality as the Sun King, and also sent a message to Cong Yu—

　[La: I don't think I can do it.]

　[Cong Yu: Ah, this...]

　……

　The Sun King has lost; he has undoubtedly lost.

　Even the immortality of the gods couldn't be stopped; the Sun King was defeated almost immediately.

　The strongest in ancient times? OUT!

　……

　"Set up an altar and perform rituals, cursing and killing with resentment."

　As the Death King spoke, he dipped his foot in the herbal paint mixed with Miss Lin's blood and used it to draw a circle around himself with the pungent, blackish-smelling, bright red mud.

　"This is the ancient ritual of death, an ancient art in which humans offer the lives of their fellow human beings to the Grim Reaper and place the heads of their enemies under the Grim Reaper's scythe."

　As he explained this gently, the Death King's eyes were cold yet seemed to carry a sense of reminiscence: "This power carries an immense history."

　“Making straw dolls, writing other people’s names on paper and tearing them up, writing the names of enemies on mirrors in blood at night, making dolls out of other people’s hair… these are the symbols of humanity’s pursuit of death by curse.”