I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

The entrance to the management office was surrounded by reporters, while members of Team 002 were coordinating the situation at the entrance.

"Please calm down, everyone. We will definitely handle this matter seriously and give you an explanation."

Su Li comforted the reporters at the door.

She wasn't in a good mood...

“I knew she wasn’t normal a long time ago. How could a normal person conjure up a sickle out of thin air?”

“But the little girl is a very nice person,” Wang Qi retorted to Zhao Yun.

"No matter how good it is, it's still not human!"

Ge Cai and Liang Liang both looked rather grim. Their team hadn't shown up yet, and if these reporters weren't stopped soon, they would burst in.

There were many onlookers outside.

Meanwhile, in the distance...

Fu Jing seemed to be in a bad mood when he woke up in the morning, at least that's how Shen Qingqing saw it. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he was staring at his phone as if he wanted to smash it.

[That's right, host. I don't know who posted the fact that you're a vampire online.]

The only people who knew about this besides Fu Jing were that girl named Xu Xi, but she didn't care who spread it.

It seems some things are coming to an end.

"Fu Jing, let's go downstairs."

Shen Qingqing took the initiative to speak, and Fu Jing turned off his phone and turned his attention to her, "Okay."

"Let me take this for you." She pointed to the sword next to Fu Jing. He usually carried it with him, but since the girl wanted to take it today, she let her.

"it is good."

He did not refuse, though his tone was somewhat weary.

The two got off the train. Fu Jing walked in front. Further ahead, there was a large group of people. There were fewer people here, and the crowd was crowded at the entrance.

Shen Qingqing stared at Fu Jing's retreating figure, as if... it was time to say goodbye...

Will Fu Jing be lonely after she leaves? Will he be happier...?

At least I won't be bothered by her affairs...

My heart aches...

Is this considered reluctance to part...?

The sun was directly overhead; this world was about to end...

puff--

Is it because your body doesn't belong to you, and you have nothing to hold you back, that you're able to do it?

I don't know how many times this has happened, but the pain in my heart is spreading to my limbs, it's really...

It really... hurts...

Noticing something was wrong, Fu Jing turned around and saw Shen Qingqing about to fall. His eyes changed; they were no longer cold. Shen Qingqing saw it.

Is it because I'm reluctant to part with it...?

But perhaps her death will bring solace to the world...

Really?

"Yes," the heart replied.

Again, Shen Qingqing.

Again?, Shen Qingqing (original).

"Qingqing?"

Fu Jing reached out and touched Shen Qingqing's cheek, muttering to himself as he called her name over and over again.

"Qingqing..."

"Qingqing..."

"Qingqing..."

"Qingqing..."

"Qingqing..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that before. I don't know why I did it?"

He didn't know why he killed Qingqing.

He knew, he knew, but he couldn't accept reality and tried to escape it. But Qingqing came back, and he made up his mind never to do it again.

"But why...?"

No, Qingqing won't die, she won't die...

"Qingqing, wake up..."

He slit his wrist and fed the blood to Shen Qingqing, his voice trembling, but his expression remained cold, showing no sign of sadness.

Nothing was left behind, absolutely nothing...

Not a single word...

"Fu Jing?"

Su Li was the first to see that Fu Jing was holding a girl in his arms, and the girl had a sword stuck in her chest. She recognized the sword.

Because Fu Jing exuded such a powerful aura, the surrounding reporters quickly made way for him, and the noisy atmosphere suddenly quieted down, leaving only the sound of cameras clicking.

On that day, media outlets across the country reported that the head of the Special Administration Bureau had personally taken action and killed the vampire queen.

Netizens cheered.

There was no trace of emotion on his face; he was like a cold, soulless shell.

Qingqing, should we kill them all? There's no point in them existing here anymore.

Just kill me too...

Qingqing, why are you ignoring me?

We agreed that whoever broke their promise would kill the other.

Why aren't you killing me?

Did you go to see someone else...?

I'm not good to you...

So you went to find someone else?

You still left me in the end...

[Mission completion rate: 70%. Since the host has achieved the grand finale, the host is rewarded with 100 points.]

So many points! These are points you only get for completing an S-rank mission. Is there a bug in the main system?

Wait, there's more to come.

[Mission final evaluation: Failure. Entering the punishment world.]

?

Didn't you say this task was easy? You wanted me to just play around?

Shen Qingqing was speechless; she hadn't been this tired in the previous two worlds.

[Oh, I'm not a host either. I was also scammed by the higher-ups. I'm a victim, sob sob.]

Punishing the world—that doesn't sound good at all.

I'm not doing this task! Let whoever wants to do it do it.

Doing tasks is exhausting, and... even if it were, it's over by now...

She shouldn't exist... she should have died long ago...

[Host, punishment missions are the most fun, they're guaranteed, trust me.]

【Do not believe. 】

Shen Qingqing lay in the system space, tired and unwilling to move.

[Memory erasure is being forcibly executed, 30% complete...60% complete...]

【system!】

Lazy:?

[I can't believe it, host, I really didn't do this.]

[Memory erasure 100%, complete.]

【I spend ¥%&***】

Shen Qingqing, who never curses, was so angry that she was speechless and eventually fainted.

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Hello, host.

"Little Lazy? The host is awake," he greeted in a somewhat weak tone.

【Hello. 】

As soon as she opened her eyes, someone spoke to her. Out of politeness, she greeted the person first.

【Who are you?】

Thank goodness, the host really has no memories. They shouldn't do anything to an innocent system like it, right?

Where is she? Everything around her is white. And who is she?

I am your system, you can call me Lazy.

Xiao Lan (Little Lazy), that name sounds lazy.

Who am I?

Hmm, even though the host has amnesia, the mission still needs to be completed. Making up a story shouldn't be a problem, right?

Your name is Shen Qingqing, and you're here to help me with this mission.

Xiao Lan spoke with great confidence, seemingly unaware that there was anything wrong with her behavior.

Let's not mention the name Wang Wu. It might trigger something in the host's memory, which wouldn't be good.

As far as it knew, the host definitely had no good experiences in the original world.

What task do I need to complete?

She blinked her eyes, and to Xiao Lan, she seemed so innocent and gullible.