I would like to say hello to all readers. This novel is the author's first time writing and the first story. If there are any errors, you can blame the writer. The author will be able to develop it in the future.

What do you think it's like when people die?

Is there a next life waiting for us? Is heaven or hell real? Skeletons walked around in pitch-black robes.

Waiting to welcome the spirit of the dead to the next world according to Western beliefs, if I wasn't so stressed out that I was hallucinating. It shows that the angel of death really exists.

He was sitting comfortably in my bedroom reading the newspaper and sipping my Oolong tea and said, "You will die tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning, of a heart attack."

I rubbed my eyes hard, but the image of the hooded skeleton holding a newspaper did not disappear. It glanced at me.

Although I couldn't see what face was hidden beneath the cloth, I could feel that inside there was a skull and two empty eye sockets staring at me.

“Aren't you going to scream and beg for your life? Just like other humans like to do,” he continued in a hoarse voice devoid of life or emotion.

"I don't see the need to be angry," I replied in a normal tone.

"Good. It's been a while since I met someone like you," he praised.

“Because you are just a hallucination. I guess I'm not getting enough sleep...yes, I'm not getting enough sleep." I answered his question. I've been working very hard lately.

Had to stay at work for two days and just got home this morning. First of all, I am just an ordinary salaried employee.

I'm an ordinary person. There's nothing special, so if the angel of death is going to come, it should go to other important people, not people like me.

The ambassador was silent for a moment and I swear I heard him sigh. before he tiredly put down the newspaper

"Those who deny the truth, die! Is there something scary about death?” he murmured before staring at me. “I'm really asking. What is so scary about death? Everyone must die

I really don't understand humans."

I gasped to answer but hesitated. The more I answer, the more likely the hallucinations will become worse. So I walked towards the bed with the angel of death watching me every step of the way.

“You really don't believe that I don't use hallucinations?” he asked when he saw me lying down. I didn't answer him, but if I answered, I'd be really hopeless.

But then when I close my eyes An image of flames gradually appeared before him. It grew into a blazing flame.

It was accompanied by a torturous scream. Within the flames I saw shadows of people. Shadows of hundreds of people

The howling became so loud that I had to cover my ears with my hands, but it didn't help.

"Stop...stop it!" I shouted. When I realized it, I was face to face with the angel of death in the same bedroom. It stared at my face as if a little pleased.

“Do you believe me now?” he asked in a voice as dry as a desert. I gasped for breath. The sound and images I experienced were definitely not hallucinations. If it were, I would have gone crazy.

"Are you...really the angel of death?" I asked before trying to gather myself. The fatigue had strangely disappeared.

“Yes, tomorrow at eight o'clock. You will die and cannot be changed. You will die of a heart attack.”

He replied emotionlessly before using his bony palm to touch my chest. Just a touch

I felt tight in my chest, like the air around me was pressing down until I couldn't breathe in or out of my chest, and then the pain came. I held my chest hard.

So strong that the nails cut into the flesh. And when he removed his hand Everything disappeared as if nothing had happened. Except for the scratch on the chest.

“Those are the symptoms of a heart attack. that you have to face,” he said while sipping his tea.

I was confused. Both events were confirmed to be hallucinations. I am going to die an agonizing death tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning.

That is, I only have one day left on this earth.

"Then...why did you come to tell me?" I asked. This was completely unreasonable. An ordinary person like me had the angel of death tell me that I was going to die.

“Good question. There are a lot of people these days, and everyone is competing for the best. There is no point in doing any good deeds. Or if you do it, it's doing it in front of you.

Really pathetic."

I feel like I've been slapped in the face. But it's true what it says. "And who's in trouble? Me! I must collect the souls who have never done any good. But it's worse than that.

They are never truly happy. Happiness that no matter how many hundreds or thousands of years pass, will make you smile. There is no happiness that comes from merit.

They only have false happiness. Happiness from vices Hell is almost full, you can see.” He stared at me in an expressionless way. I gulped.

I still remember the howling sound. It could be felt that hot flames were burning their bodies... The scene I saw was without a doubt hell.

"So...do I have to go to hell?" I asked boldly. Afraid, "Like you? Of course!" Otherwise, I won't come here. But there's still a chance.

I can finally get to the point!” he said, putting down his tea cup. Looks more serious than before. "I'm giving you a chance. Today is only one day.

You have every opportunity to do good throughout the day. To atone for the sins you have committed throughout your life.” It paused, “One task and the sins of twenty-five years.

I hope you are smart enough to figure out a way.” I was stunned by what he said. “Have I sinned all my life? Am I such a bad person?” I asked, my mouth shaking.

“Every day, yes every day, you sin. Every day you are not truly happy. Happiness that is difficult to explain Happiness comes from within, not outside.

Happiness is like a tiny candle flame. Makes you feel warm throughout your heart. Even if I explain it to you, you will never understand.” He moaned long and hard.

I know that when he talks about these things there is a special emotion, but that emotion never comes out of his voice.

“It's like explaining how a blind person sees color. Tell the blind to make merit. If I hadn't come like this All of you wouldn't struggle to do good.”

I hurriedly pieced together what he had said. I'm not happy. Is this a sin? Because I'm struggling to become big, is this my fault? True as said I don't understand it one bit.

“One day, you can do whatever good you want, I don't mind. Only this you will really see. Is what you are doing a merit or a sin?” he said in a threatening tone, making me swallow again.

I'm not waiting. I've already thought of what the quickest and most immediate good deed is. I walked straight and picked up all of my savings, totaling several tens of thousands of baht.

When he saw it, I swore again. It sighed but said nothing. It just got up and followed me outside.

"Ah! Take it, no need to thank me, just take it." The man handed over a stack of banknotes. Give it to a beggar mother and child on the overpass. By trying to let as few people see it as it says.

People nowadays make merit in front of their faces. So he tried not to let anyone see. You will receive merit as it says.

The poor beggar looked at me. His eyes looked shocked but he accepted the money in a good manner. As for her daughter, she didn't smile or be happy. She just looked at me, her eyes full of doubt.

I quickly walked out when I saw that people were starting to come onto the overpass.

“How is it? I made merit with my life savings. Is that enough?” I said to him, who was sitting next to me on a park bench.

Again, it sighed, “Man! Think money is everything I think money can buy merit." It was as if he was mocking me. before raising a hand that had only bony arms

“Close your eyes. I'll show you.” I did as he said. Replace the image of a shady garden with darkness.

In that darkness An image of the beggar mother to whom I had just given money appeared. She was smiling as she counted the bundles of money. As for Lud...I don't see her. Then the picture changed again.

The beggar's child is sitting and begging as usual. Only the person she was sitting next to was not the same mother. But it was a new woman and everything was cut down.

“What do you mean?” I asked immediately.

“Because there are many people like you. So there are a lot of beggars like this around.” He complained again. complaining tiredly

“If it were your language, it would be called Human trafficking gang,” he said while pretending to think.

“That girl was kidnapped. As for mother, is she begging for alms? Don't let me talk. Greed ate her heart. The share she got after sharing with the gang leader

She put it all in a bottle, the liquor completely eroded all the goodness in her.” He sang a long sentence and sighed.

"So, am I going to go to hell?" I asked directly and he stared at me. Even though I couldn't see the expression on his face, he seemed surprised when he heard what I asked.

"certain! Burning in hell, even though I made merit with a lot of money But your heart doesn't accept merit at all. You hope for results. That makes the merit you get. The feeling that you have

There's hardly any. You're not happy to make any merit at all."

I clenched my teeth. When in itself it tells me that I have to do good so that I don't go to hell. Of course I had to hope that I wouldn't go to hell because they told me this. How can I make merit without expecting anything in return?

I sat and stared in the park, looking at the trees. Trying to think of a way I already gave away all the money. Now I only have myself.

It was then that I thought about it. I didn't wait, I immediately acted on what I thought.

"How is it? Making merit without expecting anything in return like this should be effective," I answered with a smile as I examined the wound where blood had just been drawn. "Donate blood to help humanity."

"But it's not enough," he continued, making me despair.

"So what should I do? Now that it's getting cold, what can I do to avoid going to hell?!” I shouted. Sure enough, many people were looking at me.

Makes me have to hurry to escape the stares

“If you come and donate blood every three months, you might not have to go to hell,” he answered me when he saw the people starting to cry.

"Helping fellow humans is a great merit, but it is not enough."

I'm at my wits' end. As I thought, making merit for just one day to wash away the sins I've committed my whole life is impossible..so what does true happiness look like? Happiness that comes from merit

Happiness that feels like a candle is lit inside your heart until it feels warm. What is it like? I want to know because I've never experienced it before. And I'm sure most other people are too.

"But your time in hell It has decreased a lot,” he comforted me when he saw that I was about to cry.

I travel home I can't do anything anymore. Take time to prepare. It's better to be prepared. I lay down to sleep As for the angel of death, he sat in the same chair and sipped tea.

“Have I ever known a truly happy person?” I asked curiously.

"Ever..or maybe never?" he answered before putting down the teacup.

"Your mother, I can honestly say that she experienced what most mothers do."

When I heard this it calmed me down. My mother died when I was born, and my father worked so hard that he had no time to take care of me. Until you become like a stranger

Living in a society like this requires struggling. That's what my father taught me. But now it's making me go to hell.

“Are you afraid, human?” he asked, as if pitying him. “Death is something that everyone has to face. One day or another It's just that you don't take this matter seriously.”

“I just turned twenty-five. I have a lot of future waiting for me,” I replied before crying. I'm going to die and go to hell. Just because of struggle

Acting like a normal person in urban society Is it wrong..or maybe I have felt guilty? It has just become a habit.

"The future can betray you. But now it's only you who has betrayed him,” he said as if to console me.

"Then why does it have to be me?" I continued to ask. Strangely, every time I talked to him Talk to the angel of death who brought news of death. I began to feel calmer.

"Why did you have to tell me? A person who is perfectly normal Why did you have to tell me?” He sat quietly for a moment.

“When the time comes, you will understand, human. But I can tell you that because of your simple nature, So I came to find you,” he replied before walking to turn off the light for me.

“Sleep, human. The suffering will subside. It's like you're just falling asleep. I like that word. It's like you're just asleep and when you wake up you'll find a new world.”

It's like it was left out. That new world is hell. To make me comfortable

I lay still, lying there peacefully, feeling that I had the misfortune to just now meet the angel of death. If I had met him sooner If only he had told me sooner.

I might not have to go to hell.....I don't have to go to hell alive..

"Wake up, human." A familiar voice sounded. I opened my eyes and found the old angel of death looking down at me.

“It's time to go,” he continued, as he had said before. It's like I just fell asleep. The new world I see only emptiness It was a white void around me.

Nothing but the angel of death Skeleton in a cloak “Am I dead?” I asked him before standing up. He nodded.

"May I ask...are the flames in hell hot?" I asked. Even though I was afraid, I was able to accept it when I had time.

"Hot, hotter than the sun...but you may not see it." The final words surprised me.

"You have ascended to heaven. I almost saved you one day,” he said. I was stunned. My mouth was about to open, but the angel of death spoke first.

“Like I said. Helping fellow humans is a great merit.” It was not said in vain. The picture in front of me gradually changed to that of

A middle-aged man hugs his family at the hospital. “That is your kidney,” it said, changing its image.

This time it was a picture of a little girl. She looked thin, but she smiled when she saw the smile on her mother's face. "Your bone marrow saved her from the deadly disease in your language, leukemia."

Many images appeared around me.

“That's your liver. Those are your eyes that are opening up a new world to that man. And that's your pancreas,” it said as it captioned a picture of a crowd of happy people.

I was stunned by the sight and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face and a warm feeling came in my chest. Maybe it's because of luck. But now I went to donate blood.

I accidentally filled out the organ donation form without realizing it.

“See, death is nothing scary. You just moved to live somewhere else...and so do your organs." The angel of death answered, not knowing if he was imagining it.

But the sight of the cloaked skeleton was no longer frightening.

“And that is why I chose you. You are an ordinary person and what you see is a good deed that anyone can do. It is a very good deed that very few people will do.”

He said before closing every picture. “You will be the cause. You will become a story. A story that has been told to make humans aware of many things."

I nodded in understanding. I now understand what true happiness is like. How is the warmth in your chest?

The angel of death walks in front of me. I have to go. Those of you who have read my story.

You guys still have time. I hope my story helps teach you many things.

And finally, I really hope..it will help you all experience true happiness like me..

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