"The next world is being transferred -" The cold mechanical voice echoed in his mind. He smiled, wiped the blood off his face, and pushed the last corpse off the skyscraper.
Only after meeting its requirements can he be released into a slightly more peaceful world. He could not be more clear.
After a brief period of darkness, he found himself lying on the snow in a cedar forest.
Well, not a human anymore. He hit a metasequoia tree in front of him hard, and it fell down.
After all, this world is for rest, he thought, and lay back on the ground.