When he woke up, he was already a ghost, lying on a palm-sized floating island, surrounded by an endless sea of clouds.
While others worked hard to expand the safe house, collect fresh water, and salvage the floating wreckage, he only needed to float up to reach the ruins of the Kingdom of God.
Without a body, no need to eat or drink, and no fear of falling - he became the freest survivor in the sea of clouds.
Except he's dead.
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Until one day, he happily passed by in his newly resurrected body and heard someone shouting in the distance: "Grab that number one! He must know the direction of the Kingdom of God!"
He glanced at it and silently accelerated to take off.
"Can't catch up? I can fly."
Intention: To live towards death
