What's It to Me? I'm Just a Bento Seller

[1.7 million words, complete] I'm just a boxed-lunch seller, not some grim reaper handing out death notices. What do I care if you die or the world gets destroyed? What? If people die and the world is destroyed, no one will come to buy boxed lunches? If I can't sell my lunches, I won't be able to repay my loan? And if I can't pay it back, they'll seize my intelligence? Then what are we waiting for! We can't go to the Trisolaris system, and we're going to have to run anyway, so why not pick somewhere nice? You there with the gas mask, the Land of Rain is now the Land of Xiao! I suggest you quit while you're ahead! And you, old timer with a chin like a pair of coconut shoes, move your hand one more time and I'll chop it off! So what if he can't die? Not dying doesn't mean living forever. Let's let him experience dying and not dying at the same time!