Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 179

Chapter 179. The Angel of Death’s Real Na (4/5)

“Who… are you?”

“Do you think I’m a crazy stalker or sothing? I’ll have you none such a story is a di a dozen. I can co up with such tales with a snap of a finger. If you saw any resemblance to yourself in it, it is rely a coincidence.” Yes, it was all a generalized speculation. I never said anything concrete or specific in my words. It was all cold reading. The basics of magic. Deception at its finest.

At the end of the day, I was an author who constantly ca up with fictional stories. To think of a story that might fit her own situation was hardly sothing I found difficult.

I snapped my fingers in front of her face to snap her out of her daze.

“Hey, the autograph I requested. Chop, chop. Get to it already.”

Her head jerked back a bit when I snapped my fingers and she said, “Huh? Oh, right. Sorry.”

“Who do I make it out to?”

“No idea.”

“What the heck? How am I supposed to personalize it then?”

“Oh, that’s right, I had them write down their na on this.”

I took out the contract from my bag and handed it over to her. He’d signed his na on it.

“What the heck is this? Is this a contract?”

“Huh? Yeah, it is.”

“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 playing pretend devil as role-play or sothing?”

Naturally, as a celebrity presented with contracts all the ti, she’d read through it, unlike the idiot who went and signed away his soul to .

“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.”

“What a twisted joke, but I feel like it suits you pretty well. Soone selling their soul to you. I basically did the sa too, though under a fake na.”

“Yeah, because of you weaseling out of our agreent 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 agreent again.”

“You’re pretty awful.”

“I don’t want to hear that from you of all people.”

“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.”

She wrote out an autograph addressed to her fan on a blank piece of paper I gave her and handed it back to .

“Thanks. I’ll be able to ensure that public nuisance never cos here to sigh in such an annoying fashion ever again with this.”

“Sigh? What do you an?”

“He kept sighing endlessly for an hour nonstop until I finally caved and pressed him on how I could get him to leave and never co back again. That is how this entire situation ca about. All because he spotted you coming in here. You better not bring more weirdos here or I’m going to be forced to leave when they co by if I can’t shoo them away.”

“Haha, so soone sighing is enough to annoy you?”

“When I’m trying to work, yes.”

“Work? You work when you're here?”

“Yes, is that so strange?”

“What are you working on exactly?”

“My studies, what else?”

“What a boring answer.”

“What? Did you expect to say I was plotting how to save the world from humans by destroying it or sothing?”

“Hahahahaha, yeah, yeah. An answer like that suits you way better.” She nodded her head while looking at expectantly.

“... I’m not going to, okay? Don’t look at with such expectant eyes. Nothing like that is ever going to happen.”

“Awww… 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.”

“Hah? Are you kidding ? 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 and cody. 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 from laughing too hard.”

“Awww, co on, it doesn’t sound that bad.”

“It is. Trust . They’d have security escort you out the door, your face flat on the ground as they drag you by the feet, as you look back in tears cursing them out in your head.”

“They wouldn’t do that to .”

“Sure, they would humor you since you’re a celebrity. But if it was so nobody like pitching the idea, that’s exactly the sort of treatnt I’d get.”

“Err… why does it sound like you have personal experience with such a situation?”

“Haaaaah. I don’t.” Not yet in this life at least.

“That sigh makes think you do.”

“I really don’t.”

“Could it be sothing other than pitching a story idea that you experienced sothing similar? Could it maybe be a research topic in university?”

“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 played along to make her fall under the illusion that I was soone older than she might have expected.

“What year are you in exactly? Actually, what’s your na? I don’t even know my own boyfriend's na now that I think about it.”

“I don’t know yours either, so does it matter if we don’t know each other’s na?”

“You an you still didn’t check it?”

“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 na to her. Giving her a fake na 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 soone with the na I gave her at this university. She had many ans at her disposal that a little small fry like could do nothing against.

I was in a bit of a predicant with her. I didn’t want her to find out anything about while I still didn’t trust her. If I returned to school, she might uncover my identity if she had so goons tailing . I’d been extra cautious for the last two days walking down a bunch of back alleyways and changing up my appearance where no one could see to prevent such an outco.

I hadn’t noticed anyone tailing , but you could never be too careful when dealing with a celebrity of her status. The entire world was their eyes and ears.

“I’m not going to tell you my na. I can’t accept that you haven’t heard from soone else yet. How did my idiot fan not even say it once?”

“He just called you his Goddess.”

“Ahhhhh! He’s so useless! At least say my na once in front of this infuriating idiot boyfriend of mine!”

She seed genuinely annoyed. I was thankful her pride as a celebrity worked in my favor as I’d anticipated.

“Is it really that big of a deal? Soone, not knowing your na?”

“It is when you’re a celebrity. It’s a big blow to your ego. Don’t act like you don’t know that.”

“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 either. It sure is tough being a big star.”

“Yeah, yeah. It is tough, I’m glad you understand that. Celebrities have big egos, for soone to not recognize us without us having to tell them who we are is a problem. Our nas are our lives, everything we worked for in life concentrated into a few simple words.”

“I see. For , a na is sothing useless, I don’t need it. I’d throw it away if I could, that’s how little value it has to . It seems our values are completely incompatible.”

“It’s not like there aren’t tis where a celebrity doesn’t wish they could have the world forget their na too you know. Being a celebrity cos with just as many pitfalls as there are benefits.”