The Second Young Lady's Dreams

“Hello. Please take a number for Death Services. There are currently 4,317,652 people in the queue.” Zhou Xiao worked herself to death delivering takeout, only to open her eyes five hundred years later as the heiress of an interstellar dynasty: her consciousness immortal, her wealth beyond measure, and servants everywhere. But all she wanted was to die. Immortality meant endless, monotonous repetition and absolute emptiness after every desire was instantly fulfilled. Then she discovered that in this era, even “asking to die” was a luxury. Applications had to be reviewed, and death required taking a number. The wait was twenty years! Bribe the AI? The System was absolutely impartial. Break the rules on purpose? The harshest punishment was “forced relaxation.” When she had finally endured to the end and held in her hands the “Die Now” pill that could end eternity, she suddenly jolted awake Still slumped over her cold delivery box, with her alarm blaring. Her first order of the day was about to be late. So which side was real? A short life of grinding poverty, or an eternal nightmare in which she couldn’t die? The Second Young Lady’s Quest to Die: an ultimate paradox about existence, nothingness, and freedom of choice.