One Hundred and One Days After Her Death, I Became a God

She turned around and smiled in the dim light, and I realized that she was the love disaster that I couldn't escape. "Master, why are you so good-looking? It makes me look clumsy." "Oh, I accidentally fell into Master's arms." She blinked her big crystal eyes and made an innocent expression, her acting skills were very poor. "Master..." The wind was strong, messing up the bun she carefully combed every day, "You don't... Really... Really want to kill me." This time she didn't pretend to cry, but laughed out loud. She slowly came closer to me, hugged my neck, her fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose, and said the most heart-wrenching words, "Master... No need... I will do it myself." A red light flashed across the sky, and the fragrance made me dizzy. Before I could react, her soul had turned into a firefly, floating in pieces. When I woke up, the disciples in the palace were kneeling in front of the bed, congratulating me on surviving the love tribulation and ascending to godhood. God is obviously heartless and desireless, but why do I still shed tears because of my heartache for her... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.