Chapter 179.


    <strong>Chapter 179. The Angel of Death’s Real Name (4/5)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who… are you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you think I’m a crazy stalker or something? I’ll have you none such a story is a dime a dozen. I cane up with such tales with a snap of a finger. If you saw any resemnce to yourself in it, it is merely a coincidence.” Yes, it was all a generalized spection. I never said anything concrete or specific in my words. It was all cold reading. The basics of magic. Deception at its finest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At the end of the day, I was an author who constantly came up with fictional stories. To think of a story that might fit her own situation was hardly something I found difficult.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I snapped my fingers in front of her face to snap her out of her daze.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, the autograph I requested. Chop, chop. Get to it already.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her head jerked back a bit when I snapped my fingers and she said, “Huh? Oh, right. Sorry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who do I make it out to?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No idea.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the heck? How am I supposed to personalize it then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, that’s right, I had them write down their name on this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I took out the contract from my bag and handed it over to her. He’d signed his name on it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the heck is this? Is this a contract?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Yeah, it is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uwaaaaa. You really don’t joke around with your lonerness. What’s with these conditions? Actually, what’s this one in fine print. Huh? He sold his soul to you? Who the hell sells their souls for an autograph? Actually why even include this? It’s not like it actually does anything? Are you ying pretend devil as role-y or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Naturally, as a celebrity presented with contracts all the time, she’d read through it, unlike the idiot who went and signed away his soul to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, the idiot went and signed it without even reading it. I’d included it as a joke, but my joke went unnoticed by him.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What a twisted joke, but I feel like it suits you pretty well. Someone selling their soul to you. I basically did the same too, though under a fake name.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, because of you weaseling out of our agreement the way you did, I decided to get these things in written form from now on. I’m never going to go by just a verbal agreement again.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re pretty awful.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t want to hear that from you of all people.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, certainly. I’m not one to talk. I’ve done a lot of bad things to get to where I am today just like that fictional little girl in that story of yours.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She wrote out an autograph addressed to her fan on a nk piece of paper I gave her and handed it back to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks. I’ll be able to ensure that public nuisance neveres here to sigh in such an annoying fashion ever again with this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sigh? What do you mean?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He kept sighing endlessly for an hour nonstop until I finally caved and pressed him on how I could get him to leave and nevere back again. That is how this entire situation came about. All because he spotted youing in here. You better not bring more weirdos here or I’m going to be forced to leave when theye by if I can’t shoo them away.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, so someone sighing is enough to annoy you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When I’m trying to work, yes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Work? You work when you''re here?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, is that so strange?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are you working on exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My studies, what else?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What a boring answer.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? Did you expect me to say I was plotting how to save the world from humans by destroying it or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahahahaha, yeah, yeah. An answer like that suits you way better.” She nodded her head while looking at me expectantly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I’m not going to, okay? Don’t look at me with such expectant eyes. Nothing like that is ever going to happen.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A… but it would make for a pretty good story. An average gloomy-looking boy who’s always alone in the university museum plots to save the world from humans by destroying it. That could totally be the synopsis for a story. I think a story like that might even sell well. It’d make an interesting movie or TV series I think.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hah? Are you kidding me? Such a story would never appeal to the masses. It’s too far off the mainstream. What sells are otherworldly power fantasies jam-packed with action andedy. The story you just suggested doesn’t sound the least bit exciting or interesting. It sounds so mundane and boring it’s not even funny. If you pitched that story to a professional, they’d drown you alive in their spit fromughing too hard.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A,e on, it doesn’t sound that bad.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It is. Trust me. They’d have security escort you out the door, your face t on the ground as they drag you by the feet, as you look back in tears cursing them out in your head.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They wouldn’t do that to me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, they would humor you since you’re a celebrity. But if it was some nobody like me pitching the idea, that’s exactly the sort of treatment I’d get.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Err… why does it sound like you have personal experience with such a situation?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. I don’t.” Not yet in this life at least.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That sigh makes me think you do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I really don’t.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Could it be something other than pitching a story idea that you experienced something simr? Could it maybe be a research topic in university?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe it was, but forget it.” She was still under the impression I was in university like her after all. She still didn’t know my real age or what year I’d be in though. As such, I yed along to make her fall under the illusion that I was someone older than she might have expected.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What year are you in exactly? Actually, what’s your name? I don’t even know my own boyfriend''s name now that I think about it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know yours either, so does it matter if we don’t know each other’s name?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You mean you still didn’t check it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.” Though I’d found it out yesterday when her fan said it, I''d still act like I still didn’t know it. That way I could have the excuse to not reveal my own name to her. Giving her a fake name was problematic as well as she’d easily figure it out if she just checked with the school. There was a big difference between a celebrity asking and a normal student asking. She could also just ask online if anyone knew someone with the name I gave her at this university. She had many means at her disposal that a little small fry like me could do nothing against.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was in a bit of a predicament with her. I didn’t want her to find out anything about me while I still didn’t trust her. If I returned to school, she might uncover my identity if she had some goons tailing me. I’d been extra cautious for thest two days walking down a bunch of back alleyways and changing up my appearance where no one could see me to prevent such an oue.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I hadn’t noticed anyone tailing me, but you could never be too careful when dealing with a celebrity of her status. The entire world was their eyes and ears.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not going to tell you my name. I can’t ept that you haven’t heard from someone else yet. How did my idiot fan not even say it once?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He just called you his Goddess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ahhhhh! He’s so useless! At least say my name once in front of this infuriating idiot boyfriend of mine!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She seemed genuinely annoyed. I was thankful her pride as a celebrity worked in my favor as I’d anticipated.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is it really that big of a deal? Someone, not knowing your name?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It is when you’re a celebrity. It’s a big blow to your ego. Don’t act like you don’t know that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, of course I know that. It’s quite fun to see how frustrated you are over it too. Your pride won’t allow you to tell me either. It sure is tough being a big star.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah. It is tough, I’m d you understand that. Celebrities have big egos, for someone to not recognize us without us having to tell them who we are is a problem. Our names are our lives, everything we worked for in life concentrated into a few simple words.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. For me, a name is something useless, I don’t need it. I’d throw it away if I could, that’s how little value it has to me. It seems our values arepletely ipatible.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not like there aren’t times where a celebrity doesn’t wish they could have the world forget their name too you know. Being a celebrityes with just as many pitfalls as there are benefits.”