The moment his soul left his body, he saw the face of the God of Death distorted by anger. He smiled widely, laughing lawlessly.
Finally... I have realized my long-cherished wish, and I can finally use my life, which is despised by God, to burn into a shining new star.
The pope's voice calling his name could no longer be heard, and his hazy consciousness drifted into the endless cold and silence.
Ah... If we were here, we could see them, right?
Hasgat, Ashmita, and Japafica.
He laughed.
Being able to be together again in this way is like going back to our teenage years.
This work was first published on Yama Bar. The original author is Magnet Xiami. It is reproduced here with permission.
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