I Bullied the God of Death Into Blushing
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I live twenty-four honest years, and fate hands me a terminal stomach cancer diagnosis as a reward. Less than a month left on the clock.
Right when I'm ready to flip off this godawful fate, the floor under me goes black, and I drop straight into an SSS-rank horror game.
The Midnight Bloodred Theater. Dried-out eyeballs for chandeliers, crusted blood for decoration.
The boss is some deranged silver-haired god with blood-red eyes, and he blows people into a bloody mist the second something doesn't go his way.
Everyone else is crying, begging for their lives.
Not me. I'm dying either way.
I walk right up onto that stage, plant my hand on his abs, and grin up at him.
"Hey, gorgeous. Before you kill me, how about a kiss?"
Right when I'm ready to flip off this godawful fate, the floor under me goes black, and I drop straight into an SSS-rank horror game.
The Midnight Bloodred Theater. Dried-out eyeballs for chandeliers, crusted blood for decoration.
The boss is some deranged silver-haired god with blood-red eyes, and he blows people into a bloody mist the second something doesn't go his way.
Everyone else is crying, begging for their lives.
Not me. I'm dying either way.
I walk right up onto that stage, plant my hand on his abs, and grin up at him.
"Hey, gorgeous. Before you kill me, how about a kiss?"

















































