I, from the Previous Era, Would Never Dream of the Endbringer Worm

"So you're saying that you, a guy who avoids most social interaction, has completely given up, and doesn't care whether he lives or dies, suddenly got a white-haired, slender-waisted, curvy, fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged wife who's practically omnipotent?" "That's right." Mo Wan nodded. "But this beautiful girl wants you to truly love her, or she'll kill you? And nobody else can see her?" "Uh... that's not quite right, but close enough." "Then what are you hesitating for? Keep dreaming!" "I'm serious, man." Mo Wan's expression was solemn. "So am I. If you really faced that situation, what could you do besides give in? Besides, any way you look at it, you're the one who's hit the jackpot, right?" "I used to think so too, but it's too late now. There's no going back." Mo Wan looked pained. "Then you..." "Darling~ It's so late. When are you coming home?" A fair, delicate hand rested on Mo Wan's shoulder. The white-haired girl's purple cross-shaped pupils had already turned into hearts, and her voice was syrupy sweet. "Of course, after you're dead!" Mo Wan answered her gently, his voice just as full of "love."