Chapter 5: The Brutal Human Girl.
“I regret it! I don’t want to buy anymore! I’m not buying!”
Feeling his spare hands being continuously consumed, the Thousand-Handed Demon completely panicked. Every Thousand-Handed Demon was born with a fixed number of 998 spare arms. Once they were used up, they were gone forever.
Now they were being lost every second under the bone-carving knife of the devil-like girl before him. If this continued, he would really die!
He would die a truly miserable death!
“Not buying anymore?” White Sugar smiled cruelly. “That won’t do. Our store has a strict no-refunds, no-exchanges policy once items are sold!”
“This is normal procedure. Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”
With a heavy thud, the sharp bone-carving knife fell once again.
What kind of normal procedure was this!
His wrist was firmly gripped. Every time he tried to struggle free with force, the sharp bone-carving knife would fall first.
The pain from his severed hands was enough to drain all the strength he had just gathered.
In just a short moment, the Thousand-Handed Demon had already lost nearly a hundred spare hands. The severed limbs piled into a small mountain beside his feet.
Under the effect of their remaining nervous systems, those severed hands curled their fingers, tightly gripping his pant legs while continuously dripping black blood.
It was as if they were resentfully blaming him for provoking that terrifying human just to covet 300 Ghost Coins!
“I don’t want it anymore! I don’t want the money either!”
“That’s even less acceptable!” Anger appeared on White Sugar’s adorable face. “A customer who comes to the grocery store pays but doesn’t receive the desired item. If word of this gets out, wouldn’t it ruin our reputation?”
“You… Argh… You’re smiling, aren’t you!” Enduring heart-tearing pain, the Thousand-Handed Demon gnashed his teeth. His eyeballs bulged, covered in bloodshot veins.
“Of course. Being able to serve a customer and let him purchase the desired item at such an extremely low price makes me genuinely happy from the bottom of my heart~”
Blood splattered onto White Sugar’s young and cute face. The girl paid it no mind, her smile remaining sweet.
“A little pain is normal. Please endure it, dear customer.”
Pervert! She’s a total pervert!
To be able to wield a bone-carving knife, chopping off hands so easily while maintaining a relaxed and casual expression on her face—this was definitely not an ordinary grocery store clerk, but a perverted serial killer hiding within Undead Street!
The strange disappearances that had occurred in Undead Street recently must also have been victims who fell into this human’s hands and were brutally murdered!
Painful wails rang out one after another, until the arm White Sugar used to swing the knife grew sore and numb, and her movements unconsciously slowed.
Only then did the Thousand-Handed Demon seize the opportunity to yank his hand back.
His expression terrified, lips trembling as he begged, “I don’t want it anymore! I don’t want anything! Please, I beg you to let me go!”
He looked as if his mind was on the verge of breaking.
“You really don’t want it?”
White Sugar took out a gray handkerchief from the drawer, her expression calm as she elegantly wiped the bloodstains from her cheeks.
“Then extend the first hand you used. After I retrieve the store’s item, I’ll refund you the 90 Ghost Coins.”
“No no no, I want it! I want it!”
The Thousand-Handed Demon was terrified. The other party really knew he had tried to play tricks!
At that moment, White Sugar pointed at an old wooden sign on the nearby wall with a warning slogan.
“Read it clearly. In this store, playing tricks results in losing hands. Do you understand your mistake now?”
The Thousand-Handed Demon nodded desperately.
“Extend the hand from earlier for me to check.”
The Thousand-Handed Demon shook his head frantically, his eyes full of pleading. He had already lost nearly two hundred spare arms. If she kept chopping, he would have to change his name to ‘Hundred-Handed Demon’!
White Sugar rolled her eyes speechlessly.
“Before you leave the store, I still need to perform one final check on the ‘item’s’ condition.”
This time the Thousand-Handed Demon understood. Hesitantly, he extended the original right hand that had been cut by the rusty knife and implanted with the Curse Snake.
Beneath a thin layer of skin, the snake’s head bit its tail, forming a perfect wristwatch shape.
“Can… Can I leave now?”
After confirming there was no rejection reaction, White Sugar nodded in satisfaction and casually tucked the stray hair by her face behind her ear.
She instructed:
“During Long Night, the Curse Snake will remain in a dormant state with its eyes closed. During White Night, its eyes will be open. Also, remember to feed it at the specific time every day. Otherwise…”
“Otherwise what?” The Thousand-Handed Demon swallowed hard.
“Otherwise, if it gets too hungry, it might wake up during Long Night and eat you~”
The girl’s cheeks lifted into an eerie smile, scaring the Thousand-Handed Demon into a shiver.
【Congratulations on completing the task. Rewards: Experience +25, Ghost Coins ×100, Parchment ×1.】
The task completion notification finally popped up. She just hadn’t expected that the positive review would need to be handwritten on the spot.
White Sugar pouted, took out the parchment and a quill, dipped it in ink, and pushed it toward the Thousand-Handed Demon.
“Right, before you leave, write a genuine positive review.”
The Thousand-Handed Demon froze, looking at the human girl before him in disbelief.
She still wanted a genuine positive review? What was he supposed to write? That he came to the grocery store and got two hundred hands chopped off by a vicious clerk?
“Cough cough.” Seeming to realize her request was a bit excessive, White Sugar changed her tone. “I’ll dictate, you write.”
“Just write… The shop assistant is super cute and very enthusiastic. The goods are worth every coin and perfectly solved my problem…”
Humiliation. He had never felt such humiliation before!
“If that hand doesn’t want to write, then use a hand that does.” White Sugar glanced at him and said calmly.
What else could he do?
He could only write!
Black shop! He would never come again!
The tip of the quill scraped across the parchment with faint sounds. Watching the usually arrogant and domineering anomaly now behaving like a timid quail, writing pages full of praises and recommendations.
White Sugar secretly breathed a sigh of relief inside.
Unlike the strong and domineering front she put on, the girl was actually scared to death inside.
If she showed even the slightest weakness and let the other party see that she didn’t actually have the strength to back up her arrogance, White Sugar was certain she would be eaten at the speed of light in 0.01 seconds!
Her peripheral vision glanced toward the Witch Teacher’s room deep inside the grocery store. The door remained tightly closed, with no sign of ever opening.
White Sugar knew clearly that even if she really encountered danger, her teacher would never help.
She would only clean up the pieces of her from the floor the next day and then recruit a new ‘consumable’ as the shop assistant.
Talking about feelings in this world?
She wouldn’t even know how she died!
Suddenly, the sound of the Thousand-Handed Demon putting down the quill pulled the distracted White Sugar back to the present.
“Um… Miss Shop Assistant, I’ve finished writing. Can I leave now?”
The girl picked up the parchment and examined it carefully. After a moment, she nodded. Although the handwriting was a bit sloppy, it was still legible.
Framing it on the wall later might even bring in quite a bit of business.
“Mm, I’ll see you out.”
The Thousand-Handed Demon didn’t dare refuse. Encountering such a perverted human, being able to walk out of the grocery store alive tonight was already something to be grateful for.
“Right, your hands.” White Sugar stuffed the mountain of severed hands piled on the floor into a burlap sack one by one, her expression calm. “These are your property. Carry them back yourself.”
He came empty-handed and left carrying a sack full of his own severed hands. The scene was indescribably bizarre.
The Thousand-Handed Demon’s face looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly.
Only after seeing him off out of the grocery store, his figure about to disappear into the darkness, did White Sugar seem to suddenly remember something and call out.
“Wait!”
The Thousand-Handed Demon’s body stiffened in place. He turned around stiffly.
“Is… Is there something else?”
“Do you know the store manager of this grocery store?”
White Sugar asked a rather abrupt question.
As a shop assistant in the grocery store, asking a customer about the store manager felt inexplicably strange no matter how one looked at it.
But recalling the girl’s brutality earlier, the Thousand-Handed Demon didn’t dare talk back and answered honestly:
“I’ve heard a bit. A powerful yet elegant beauty, the beautiful postwoman who brings convenience to everyone on Undead Street.”