Gunpowder and Pepper, Death and Taxes

When I worked overtime until my eyes turned white, the world suddenly became quiet. ... Although I knew that such a day had happened a long time ago, did the sudden death come so quickly? I was brought to the table of the gods Gods are not responsible for answers, Gods are only responsible for arrangements. Ask me to go to another world to talk about the gears that drive the times What can you really say to a social creature... "Lord God... What should I do in another world?" The god put down his knife and fork and looked at me as if he was pushing a job transfer notice: "Gunpowder and pepper, death and taxes." ... What are you doing? In short, I and my sister, who are still in high school, have made fortunes in both worlds by sharing supplies!