When I regain consciousness The first thing I saw was a bright blue sky without clouds. The body feels light and comfortable. No aches and pains left from working. No sweat. And there is definitely no pain left from being hit by a car.

The only exception is the feeling of wetness on the side of the cheek. When I turned to look So he saw a small, familiar-looking kitten licking him earnestly.

The sky, light clouds, and a car crash are the perfect combinations that allow him to conclude that I'm definitely going to die.

As soon as the conclusion He immediately stood up. He's dead! He's still a child. Really dead? He caressed his own face and body. and discovered that everything was still intact Everything looks normal. Even his irregular heartbeat could be clearly felt. The body feels alive. But the surrounding conditions tell different things.

He now wears a Hematon outfit. Or, to put it simply, it's a white cloth wrapped around like a Greek god. lying on a stone bed I must say that it is incredibly soft. The room is decorated in an ancient Greek style. Besides the bed, there was a stone table. Elegantly upholstered stone chairs There is a stone pillar carved with a delicate pattern, as high as the sky, and on the side there is a wooden door.

On the other side is an open balcony. There was only a thin satin with gold separating it. When he opened the curtains, it became an entire city. The city is bright orange and white, quiet, with lush green trees. The place where he lived was probably located on a mountain. This allows you to look down and see the entire city. Beyond the city boundary were clean white clouds. spread out as far as the eye can see

He sat down on the ground. All these pictures look amazing. and for any reason It looks like he's still alive. Just maybe not the same person anymore. He should be thrilled. But he was now filled with extreme shock and fear.

He is still Georgie Welton, a 34 year old guy born and raised in Montana before moving to California. Work honestly as a house selling agent. Live life simply Until he decided to jump in and help a kitten that was about to be hit by a car. Before dying from the most monotonous cause in the world What's worse than that? Besides he's dead.

Still couldn't save the cat. The evidence was the white cat that was licking him.

Since he was extremely human When appearing in the city in the middle of the sky What should he do? Jump back down to kill him a second time, so he's already dead. But having to break the filling into pancakes doesn't sound like a very interesting activity.

While he was sitting there worrying There was a knock at the door. Before the door opens A girl in a similar outfit appeared. Pearly white skin His hair was long and wavy, golden like silk. A face as beautiful as an angel It is such a beauty that no one will be amazed to look at it.

Opposite to the face Clothing, hair and location It was the black leather work bag she carried with her. A good quality briefcase that gives only a few bad premonitions.

“Good morning, please read the documents and come at the appointed time tomorrow. Please don't be late.” She placed the briefcase on the stone table, smiled, and said in a voice as sweet as honey in the fifth month. But the way and content of what he said was not at all different from that of a fierce, workaholic boss. After speaking, he immediately turned around.

George could only look on in bewilderment. What exactly is this crazy place?

However, there didn't seem to be much of a choice. George moved to his feet. Walk straight to the stone table. Reaching out to open the bag before stopping for a moment But he finally opened it.

This bag is a normal bag. A hard briefcase like those seen in movies. Inside was another set of Hematon suits. The cloth looks like there are more pieces. It would probably be more official. Placed next to each other are documents. Include an officially addressed file.

'Preliminary guidance document For apprentice angels'

He picked it up and looked at it. The document wasn't very thick, maybe 10 pages, but that wasn't what attracted him. This is the topic.

Or....he died and was reborn as an angel!

For the first time since coming here, he felt excited. My brain started to wander. Thinking about it, it makes the most sense. This place must be heaven. The land of the Greek gods set on clouds Plus, a woman who was that beautiful must have been an angel. It's said that going to heaven requires good music, delicious food, beautiful views, and just sleeping and not having to do anything.

Even though I'm not sure what kind of training is required to become an angel? But I didn't think much of it. Immediately turn over the paper and read the next page. The more he read, the more the smile on his face faded. When it was all over, George's face was sore.

And all of this was before George. Or now it has a new name: Oretis. A new angel who is 1 day old will come and stand in front of a building. The place from now on is his office. At least until he decides to be reborn or the world ends.

Calling it a building is a bit too simple a definition. It looks like a temple to worship the gods. built from stone With images of the ancient gods carved on a large pillar that required three people to hold the large door, standing tall like a mountain. As if to show off the power and greatness of this place.

For Oretis All this splendor was not in his eyes at all. After he wasted a lot of time fretting over this stupid outfit that looked like it was easy to wear. But when you have to put it on yourself No matter how he wore it, he ended up exposing too much skin. Until it was arranged to be in an acceptable condition

He had already wasted a lot of time. Luckily, there aren't many people in heaven and there's definitely no annoying traffic. Make him arrive quickly

When walking closer The giant gate looked even more formidable. He wasn't sure how he would be able to open this door. Must use force to open or have an identity verification card Or is it an automatic door? But when he took another step Only then did the door move on its own. It spreads open to reveal the room inside.

Outside, this place looked like heaven. But inside is the real hell.

A long row of gray work desks lined up. Regardless if you look straight ahead Turn left or right It was full of these work stalls with big old computers on the tables. Many angels and angels sat at the table. Some walked around carrying documents. Some talked on the phone. The entire building was filled with the constant noise of keyboard typing and phone calls.

Looks like a salaried man, there's nothing wrong with that. What's strange is just their hematon outfit. Of course, it was completely different from his style.

Is Oretis frozen at the door? Or has he actually fallen to hell?

Whether it's heaven or hell Haggling with a supervisor isn't always a pleasant thing. I tried to ignore the numbness in my limbs. and step in step by step

on the document he received yesterday It was stated that he should come here. and searched for a man named Magos. Who will be his leader?

He walked over to the nearest table where a man wearing square glasses sat typing documents.

"Hello, I'm looking for someone named Magos..." He didn't finish speaking. The other party interrupted. “New kid,” he said, pointing his finger deep inside. “Walk towards him. I will see a person who is...um...different from everyone else,” he said before looking down at the screen. He said thank you before pulling away.”

“Good luck,” the glasses man concluded. Such ominous words.

He walked deeper and deeper. No matter how far I walked, it seemed endless. Desks after desks stretched on and on. Until he saw a table that was piled high with documents. There are so many that they can cover one person completely. But it was unable to obscure the owner of the table.

A very large, gray-haired old man. The muscles are bunched. Makes the table look small. Even though there are signs of aging on the face But it must be said that an aura of power radiated from him. Looking at it, it looked quite similar to the statue of the God of War. The God of War has aged a bit.

He was typing up documents like everyone else. But his typing sound was as loud as he was splitting wood.

Not sure how to walk in and ask without getting chopped in two, the old man looked up. His golden eyes watched like a hawk. and his voice was as loud as the thunder.

“If you're late, don't just stand there blankly! Walk over here!” He followed the orders as easily as possible, making himself as lean as possible.

“Hello, I'm Jor...Oretis. Leave your meat to me..." Once again, he was cut off abruptly. “Sit at the table next to me. Your duty is to keep an eye on human life and record everything so as not to make any mistakes. Do you understand?” The old man said and handed over a piece of paper. It is a document similar to an identity document.

It just didn't have a code or seal like the human world. There is a picture on the document. Complete with family history and the person's current situation

His first job was with an 8-year-old boy, Michael Kansberg, known as Mike.

Texas boy Growing up in a family of 6 members, his father, Jones Kansberg, a 38-year-old determined man, worked hard to support his family in New York City, and his mother, Sara Kansberg, 36, formerly worked for a company. logistics before resigning after the birth of her first son, Mickey Kansberg, now 10 years old

Will be entering high school soon. and the newest member of the family, Angie and Mary Kansberg, their 4-year-old twin daughters, who are having a blast at

Mike himself was sent to live with his grandfather, Albert Boris, 62 years old, who was no less conservative, stiff, and fierce. He was sent away when he was 4 years old, which was shortly after the birth of his two younger siblings because his mother could not handle raising them alone. and cannot afford to hire a nanny So Mike's only dream and desire That is, waiting for my mother to come and take me home.

At the bottom of the document it is printed that Status: Submission completed.

“Mike Kansberg from Texas. I have already submitted my request. You just need to record the changes and the results. Using a computer connected to the human world,” the old man said, pointing at the computer.

Oretis was bored and pressed open. Opposite of outdated appearance It turned on quickly. Soon, the image of a small boy with pale skin and a black head appeared on the screen. It is a picture of a boy from many angles. Whether it's the front, side, front of the house, including pictures of people close to you like Grandfather and parents and siblings who live in different houses in the small corner below.

The upper left part of the screen is the various status values. Whether it's emotions, feelings, mental and physical conditions. At first glance, it looks quite similar to The Sims.

The screen next to it is much smoother. It's a note-taking program. There are various tables ready.

“Remember, your job is just to take notes. Don't think of doing anything beyond your duty. Finishing time is 5:00 p.m. When it's time to go home." After saying that, he went back to his desk.

Listen, there's nothing difficult. It's so simple that it's even boring.

November 17 at 5:00 p.m. at the house of Albert Boris

Mike came home from school a while ago. Right now I'm keeping my head down and concentrating on my math homework. But even after staring at it for an hour, he still couldn't do it. For now, the more you look The numbers start to look like jagged, meaningless lines.

Let's be honest, Mike wasn't the smartest kid in the class. He is a very ordinary child. Not outstanding in terms of academic ability, sports, or even a very interesting personality. As a quiet child, keeping to myself Plus he's even more shy.

The more I sat, the more dizzy I became. My stomach started growling. Finally, he decided to push himself up from the table. Walk out of the room and into the kitchen.

Albert's house It is a one-story wooden house. There is no special decoration. The furniture was old. His cold body made a loud noise that could be heard from far away. But even if it's not any good But it can be called not needy.

Albert himself Now he's sitting in front of the sofa. He is a big man. It has a strong layout. Even though now I'm starting to get a little bloated. His eyes were fixed on the TV that was showing a rerun of an American football game.

Mike walked towards the TV. Take out an old pizza and warm it up to eat. He was about to walk towards the living room. When his eyes fluttered open and he shouted loudly, Very upset expression The team you cheer for will probably lose.

see that He barely turned around in time, “Where are you going? Come sit and eat well. Don't just go and eat in your room.” A curt voice sounded behind him. He turned around and smiled dryly, "Yes," before walking tensely towards the sofa. As for Albert, he headed straight for the refrigerator. Grabbed an entire beer and pizza and walked back to the TV without even warming it up.

"Dammit, what are you playing at? Hey, don't let it go, hey, hey, hey!" Grandpa shouted angrily as he dropped down to sit next to him. Mike could only act as shrunken as possible. Originally, Grandfather was not a calm person. But the more I watch sports, the more frightening and loud I become. Especially this time, it seems that the favorite football team is not doing very well.

Mike tried to move as little as possible. Eat as quietly as possible. I hope it doesn't catch Grandpa's attention. Now there's no flavor left in the old pizza. Hurry and eat and run away.

Immediately the last word disappeared into his mouth. Haven't had time to chew it properly yet. He slowly got up. But his arm was held back.

Like the devil, "Where are you going? Sitting here. Learn to watch football,” Grandpa said. “Every day I just hide myself in my room. I don't play sports. Set an example like a girl,” he said and picked up his beer and downed it. But you have to look away. “Go get another bottle for Grandpa,” he said, handing over the old bottle.

Mike nodded and slowly got up. Not immediately, Grandpa slapped him on the back. “Get up, move quickly, be active, make him a little more energetic. If you're at school, they'll say I don't give you food to eat.” Even though it wasn't really a hit, But Grandfather's hand was heavy. The boy's face almost hurt. It's still good to be able to hold back.

He hurriedly picked up his own and Grandfather's empty plates. Walked away to the kitchen. Opened the refrigerator, picked up a bottle of beer and handed it to Grandpa. The person who was standing in front of the TV yelling and cursing loudly took the bottle without even looking. It was a good opportunity for the boy to sneak into the room safely.

Inside the room, the math homework was still spread out in the same place. But the owner had no strength left to do it.

The boy jumped and threw himself on the bed. Pulled out a thin notebook from under the mattress. Simple brown cover book There is nothing written on top. But the condition is rather crumpled. Maybe because it's often opened. Or maybe it was just because it was casually stuffed under the bed.

Mike reached for a pencil next to the nightstand. I opened it to a blank page and started scribbling in my journal.

A new window pops up on the screen. It's a notebook file. Oratis quickly turned his eyes and read. It was a note he wrote to his mother. I planned that when my mother came to pick me up, I would give it to him to read. This latest book was written when he was just over 7 years old. It seems like the boy tried to make it fun to write. He tells stories about fun activities at school.

Write down the things he did well and was proud of. I hardly ever write bad or sad stories, and because of that the book is thin even after I've written it for years.

Just a quick read: going to school, studying, passing exams, and eating delicious food once in a while. Oretis brushed past until he stopped at the note Mike was writing. New characters slowly appeared one by one. It seems that the day after tomorrow will be the boy's 9th birthday, and the day his mother promised to come back for him. Mike looked very excited.

Because he could write continuously. Longer than every day.

It took about half an hour before I finished writing. Mike folded the notebook and stuffed it under the bed like before. He burrowed under the covers. Pull up an old horse doll and hug it. fall asleep with a smile

When Mike fell asleep, there wasn't much to take notes on. Oratis then began to look at everything on the screen. In the upper left corner was a slowly blinking yellow tint. He stabbed at his eyes for a long time, and when he got the right moment, he didn't hesitate and pressed it open immediately.

The new screen unfolds. Its appearance is similar to the screen when people do coding. It's full of details. It was a document requesting Michael's blessing. There was a quote that Michael had requested. along with the recorded date

It's a request that isn't difficult to guess. I want to go home, I want to see my mother, I want my mother to come pick me up quickly. A long list, all written with the same content. It's hundreds of lines long. Before plowing all the way down It seemed like the boy had made the same request almost every day for four years. To put it simply, he had started making the same request from the first day he arrived. And it looks like they plan to do so until the day the request comes true.

As he read, he couldn't help but laugh. Some days the boy would beg. Some days are fine. Some days, they make offerings with snacks from lunch. Some days I'm angry. Or even intimidation.

Come to the bottom It will appear in yellow letters.

Proceeding…

is the current state of the document

Fold the screen closed. It's already morning in the human world.

November 18th at 7:00 a.m. at the house of Albert Boris

As soon as the alarm clock sounds Mike immediately jumped up onto the bed. He slammed his hand haphazardly until the annoying noise stopped.

The boy sat with his eyes closed for a while before pushing himself off the bed. Take a shower and brush your teeth secretly. I opened the closet and a few pairs of shirts and pants fell out. He threw it back into the pile of clean clothes that were in a mess. Grab a random set of shirts and pants. Before getting dressed

Mike grabbed his school bag, even though he hadn't zipped it yet. and walked out of the room with a disheveled head.

Now the house was empty. There was a loud snoring coming from the bedroom door across the street. Grandpa isn't much of a morning person. But that's a good thing. And he also wanted to quickly escape from the house before Grandpa woke up.

Mike's breakfast It was a bowl of cereal that could be prepared in less than five minutes, and the boy made himself wait at the school bus stop. Soon a yellow bus arrived. The inside of the car was filled with the noise of children. When we got up we saw conditions that could be said to be like a zoo. Some were hanging on rails, others were riding on seats, throwing things. As for the driver, It's completely settled.

Mike burrowed himself into the back of the car and sat next to the window. Hug the backpack and look outside. No one came to greet me. And he didn't greet anyone either. Another ordinary day for Michael Kansberg.

That is, until a boy wearing an upside-down hat walked up to the car. And as soon as I walked up The atmosphere in the car immediately changed. Everyone sat quietly. Clear a way for him to walk. which he walked about as if he were a local resident Smiling with satisfaction

Mike tried to hide his face under his bag, looking away, keeping himself as quiet and lean as possible. But in the end, Justin Roosevelt couldn't escape the call.

“Hey, Piak, get up,” he said, as he threw his own backpack down next to Mike. The boy slowly raised his head. I didn't look up that much because Justin was actually not taller than him.

"But we came first..." He said softly, not looking too pleased. I want to argue, but I'm not sure if I should.

"Say Arai Wa Ai Piak" didn't escape his ears, Justin immediately countered. "I want to sit and watch over the garbage, but I won't tell you." While speaking Two other large children hurriedly stood up beside him. And it seemed like the giant was guarding the door. "But, if you're a rat, you should be guarding the trash can." After saying that, his head erupted loudly. along with two giant children who laughed along like a choir.

Mike shakes his head rapidly. He quickly got up and crawled over to find another seat. But there was a voice shouting behind him. "Next time you want to go home, just tell me, Noo Piak. I'll take you there." He laughed.

Besides the karma of having to meet Justin in the car The journey went smoothly. Sitting huddled in silence all the way to school.

When arriving in front of the school The children rushed out of the car. As for Mike, the car drove by until a pack of crazy monkeys passed by. So he slowly moved. But as soon as he stood up, he was hit so hard that he sat back down.

“Oops, sorry, I looked carefully and didn't see a mouse on the side of the road,” Justin said and laughed loudly. before walking out of the car with his followers.

Today really wasn't a good day for him, having to face the school's ringleader since the morning. Mike sighed and walked out of the car. Different from other children He headed straight into the classroom. and sat in his usual seat in the middle of the room by the window. A position where you will not have to be together with children in the back of the room. and is not of interest to the rest of your friends

Time passed slowly. Let's start with mathematics. He just realized that he forgot to bring his homework with him. Which didn't help his image in the eyes of teachers at all. Continue with English subjects. The one technique that he could survive without too much difficulty.

The lunchtime bell rings. The heavenly voice of most children And that sounds like hell for a kid who doesn't have friends and is the focus of Mike's attention.

As he was about to walk smoothly with most of his friends, "Mike," the teacher called, causing the boy to flinch, "Yes."

“Please help me carry this stack of notebooks to the teacher's room,” the teacher said and walked out with the first stack of books. There's another big pile left. no choice But you can still choose. He would probably help anyway. Since this is the ultimate way to avoid the thugs in the back of the room.

After collecting the notebook He then went to the cafeteria. The food is scooped out. Walk quietly with your head bowed. Head to the very back.

A gang of large, athletic kids walked in the opposite direction, talking loudly. Didn't even turn to escape. Even though the mic is extremely compressed Still, he was hit and staggered and tripped over a hard table leg and fell with a crash, spaghetti with red sauce flying everywhere. The entire shirt and face were all messed up.

The entire cafeteria fell silent for a split second. Before the giggles begin And it turned into loud laughter throughout the cafeteria. He smoothly scooped up the food scraps casually. and stood up The first thing that saw was Justin's smiling face sitting on the table. Wiggle your outstretched feet tantalizingly.

“Sorry, I thought you liked to collect scraps of food to eat.” He laughed and stood up with his subordinates and walked out.

Mike could only look on. His face was hot and red. The urge to throw things away surged. But a greater fear made him keep his eyes on the tray tightly in his hands.

In the end, lunch passed without a single bite falling into my stomach. But luck is still on his side. when in the afternoon Justin and his gang are lazy and more interested in sleeping than teasing others. The boy therefore devoted his time to puzzling over various chemical abbreviations.

As soon as the school bell rang Mike immediately headed home. When you think about what day it is today All the previous anger melted away as if it had never happened. He walked straight to wait for the school bus like he did every day. His smile spread uncontrollably. He didn't even pay attention to the 3-4 pink-robed girls standing next to him, gossiping with disgust in their eyes.

Time seems to pass so slowly. He stomped his feet in place. Until then, the car never showed up. The boy turned around and started running.

He took long, fast strides. as much as possible Heading home By the time he arrived, he was panting and almost wanted to lie on the floor.

Grandpa hasn't come home yet. He charged straight into the room. He took out the large shoulder bag he used on field trips. Scoop out the clothes from the closet and start stuffing them.

The door rang loudly and the sound of heavy footsteps rang out. followed by the sound of the TV Grandpa is back. But the boy didn't care and continued to collect his things.

The phone rings. He rushed towards the door. Open the door and peek out.

Albert walked up to the phone. “Hello,” he said, sounding extremely tired. “Oh, Sara.” Mike's eyes lit up. Mom's calling. She must be coming to pick her up.

He couldn't hear his mother's voice. I only saw the face that was listening. The voice grew more and more irritated. My premonition began to turn bad.

“Wow, why are you like this?” said the old man, too exhausted to shout back. “This kid, all you do is have a grumpy face every day.” Hang up, bang the phone His eyes fell on Mike who was hiding at the door.

Albert gently beckoned. His face doesn't look as fierce as usual. There was only tiredness that appeared.

“Come here.” When the boy kept waiting and lingering, Grandpa had to call again.

Mike walked out with a large bag.

“Take it and keep it.”

His heart dropped to the corners of his eyes. Starting to guess what happened.

“Your mother is busy and has come to pick me up. Let's continue to be patient." Grandpa patted his head and turned and walked back to the sofa. "Whatever you want to eat today, tell us what you want one day," Grandpa shouted after him. along with the loud sound of the TV

Mike stood still in the same place. Can't move Everything Grandpa said, he could hear, but it was like it was just noise. It was a strange sound that had no meaning.

....unavailable....

It's okay, he can walk on his own.

The boy glanced at his grandfather, who had returned his attention to the TV as usual. and turned to look at the door

It's not difficult. Grandfather used to take him home every year. He remembers the way.

Step by step, finally the child was standing outside the house. In his hand he held a piece of silver that he secretly picked up from the counter. The other hand tightens a large bag. Take a deep breath. and started walking

Until the sky turned completely black The lights on the road are on and off. There were no people left on the road. There will only be 2-3 drunk people walking along the road dragging each other. and homeless people scratching their bellies on benches

After leaving the house, he took a bus and went out to another city next door. But when it appeared again, I didn't know where I was. He didn't have a cell phone with him. And the stolen money was almost gone.

The boy began to look around. I'm not familiar with anything. The shops were all closed. And the people he saw didn't have much face to talk to.

Everyone around you started to get goosebumps, your hands started to tremble, your stomach started growling, your eyes started to feel hot, but you had to swallow it all down. and started walking

Need to find a police station or fire station There might be someone who can help. He walked down the street that seemed to be the brightest. As we walked, there began to be music and people. The boy guessed that he was getting closer to the city. So he hastened his steps.

Coming to the source of the sound It's a brightly lit shop. There was loud music. And there were a lot of people. Dressed up brightly The women were all dressed so sparingly that they didn't dare look. Cigarette smoke billowed everywhere until the smoke had to be coughed out. people talking loudly No one paid any attention to the boy who appeared in the wrong direction.

He quickly walked away. Hide away in the alley next to you. There were scattered people standing and talking. But at least there are fewer people. And the sound wasn't as loud.

Mike stopped breathing. and lightly slapped himself in the face Trying to calm down and my heart that was pounding so hard it was about to explode.

“Hey,” a hand touched his shoulder. until the boy was startled Turn around

It was three young men wearing leather jackets. In his hand was a lit cigarette.

The man in front saw him looking at the cigarette and quickly threw it down and crushed it with his foot. “Oh my god,” he said. “What are you doing here?” he asked, crouching down. “What about your parents?”

Mike was quiet. Not sure what to answer?

“Are you lost?” he asked. A friend behind him nudged him. “Wait here,” he said and walked away. The boy saw them and started whispering to each other. The person he came to talk to Make some handmade wood. He wasn't quite sure what he was talking about.

Soon they returned. The old man crouched down. “It's not safe here. I'll take you to the police station,” he said and smiled softly. “Don't be afraid,” he said and patted her back lightly. Lead him out of the alley.

They walked onto a large motorcycle. Wearing a helmet, “Hand over your bag and come up,” he said, shouting over the music. Two of his friends were already riding in another car. “I only have one hat. But now drive slowly. Just hold on tight.”

Looking at it, he doesn't appear to be a bad person. The boy slowly handed the bag over to him. But tried to push himself up to the car. He reached out his hand and helped pull it. “Sorry, it's a big car, isn't it?” he laughed. “Hold on tight,” and the car started to take off.

The car slowly moved away. He wasn't driving very fast. and always turning around to check on the boy He also carried Mike's bag for him.

Cool breeze and having someone come to help It made Mike relax a lot.

Soon he saw the blue lights of a police station in the distance. The car slowed down, about three blocks away from the station.

“Get down here, kid. The station is right in front. Go straight ahead. You guys go the other way,” he said.

Mike raised his head and jumped down, "Please.." He looked up and was about to thank him. He turned the car around hard and quickly disappeared in the other direction. along with his bag and all his things

Startled, Mike froze. before starting to run after him and falling heavily. “Wait a minute,” he shouted, not that the other party would stop. And more importantly, they were too far gone to be heard. Mike stopped in the middle of the road. and started crying

It hurts so much... it hurts....

His head was badly scratched, and both hands had scratches from the cement floor.

But more important is the bag.

That bag held everything important to him: notebooks, pictures, dolls, really nothing valuable. But of course those teenagers didn't know this either.

"Mom...." crying like someone had to comfort her. I want my mother to hold me like when he was a child and blow his wounds.

But looking around, there was only empty darkness.

"Grandfather...." Even though Grandpa is irritable and frightening, at least he always takes care of him. But now he has no one.

He felt completely stupid and incompetent. It's probably because of this that his mother doesn't want to come pick him up. The boy cried for a long time without opening his eyes. before gradually calming down He walked sobbing back to the station.

Bright lights, cool air conditioning

“Is there something I can help you with?” a slow voice came from behind the counter.

"Hug" couldn't answer, Mike started crying again until the police officer leaned forward.

“Hey, lost kid.” He hurriedly got up. “Please take it easy,” the officer said. Grabbing Chitchu to wipe his face, "What are you doing? Go get Doris." He turned to look at his other friend.

“What is your name?”

“Mike,” he answered, taking a bite and rubbing it on his face, his voice trembling.

November 19th at 3:00 a.m. at the police station

The glass door of the station was pushed open. A large old man appeared. A dark face from far away

“Mike Kansberg, pop your head out right now,” a loud voice said.

“Hello, this is Nong Mike's guardian, right?” The counter staff stood up and handed over the documents. “Please help fill out the documents for me.”

It takes about half an hour. Mike then climbs into a dilapidated pickup truck with Albert in the driver's seat, radiating a dull, speechless aura.

Like the silence before the storm.

As soon as I got home Grandfather turned around so suddenly that the boy was startled.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Why don't you think about it first? Why are you so stupid?”

“Look, all the cans and bags were robbed, so what? If so, who is the unlucky person? It's not just you. Where did you take the money?”

“Why did you run away? Come on, sit down. Did you know that Grandpa had to go out and look for you? Call and ask the school. You're not here. I don't have any more friends. I don't know where I've gone. Make everyone else suffer. Instead of sitting and resting Work is tiring, when you come back you have to follow the children again. Just your mother acting like a problem isn't enough. You have to do it too. I see it is always quiet. I think it's neat.

Wherever you can get it, it's the same problem."

Mike just stood there holding his hand silently. Tears flowed. Look down at your feet. I don't know how to act. I don't know what to answer.

“Hey, did you hear what I said? Don't just cry. Make it manly. Otherwise, you'll get robbed. If you hear it, answer it.”

“Yes,” Mike replied softly.

“It doesn't matter. Go back to the room. You were quarantined for a month. Don't make any noise." Finishing his sentence, the boy rushed into the room immediately.

Return to the familiar state. A safe room He immediately got into bed even though he hadn't changed clothes, crying, fear, sadness, anger, all mixed together.

'If heaven really existed Please help me. please help me I don't want to be here anymore. I just want to go back to my mother, please.'

Children's thoughts, needs, desires are simple, nothing complicated, wholesome. Children only need the love of their parents. That's all...

Simple things that don't cost anything Something every kid should have, but Mike doesn't have.

All the way home The image of Mike crying kept popping up in my head. Keep popping up again and again. Is there anything he can do?

The office environment was almost empty of people and was quiet. Oratis in a state of exhaustion Sit down in the chair. and hurriedly turned on the computer

The screen blinked quickly before showing a strangely familiar 4-colored logo. Slowly load the screen. Stay calm like you have all the time in the world.

Finally, a picture of a boy appeared. Mike was still passed out in bed at Albert's house. The blanket fell to the floor. Saliva flows until it stains the pillow. It looked like a peaceful morning.

But what is eye-catching is Flashing green light in the upper left corner along with a warning sign It is the original document. More is that the status has changed.

Status: Request for approval, blessing complete.

There wasn't much further explanation. But the green light finally calmed the mind that had been distraught all night. He let out a heavy sigh. His head fell on the table. There is still plenty of time before work begins. Maybe sleep a little longer.

The table in heaven is as boring as the human world. But I slept incredibly comfortably. Oretis slept a long time. Another thing I felt was the force of a blow to the middle of my head, like a pug. I was instantly startled.

The entire table was shrouded in shadow. When he looked up, he saw Magos standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a stack of thick documents that had been rolled up into a long piece.

“Don't let it happen twice,” he said, tossing the document onto the table and turning to leave.

Oratis rubbed his head gently. My brain is still blurred. He picked up the document and spread it out to look at it. But it wasn't anything important. and look around

On the screen, a middle-aged woman appeared. She had blonde hair and a tired expression. Her skin was as pale as Mike's.

She was standing talking with Albert, her face gloomy, her head looking down at her feet as the old man made long movements with his mouth.

My eyes immediately brightened. He quickly put on his headphones and moved closer to the screen.

November 19th at 9:00 a.m. at Albert's house

“Mike!” Albert's house shouted so loudly that it could be heard on the street corner. “Come out!” The boy ran face down. His clothes were crumpled, his head was fluffy, his eyes were still half-open, half-closed. On his face, there were water stains all over his cheeks. He looked around in confusion.

“Mike,” the girl called, her eyes instantly lighting up.

The boy turned to look. The brain still hasn't processed it. Her face looked familiar.

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Mom!” Mike shouted, louder than ever. and rushed to find him immediately

He jumped into a hug. and started crying What did you say? I couldn't hear the words.

Sara chuckled. Her eyes welled up with tears as well. “I'm sorry,” she said, but her voice trembled just a little. and started crying

“Let's go cry in the microphone room. Don't be so loud around here!” Albert had already moved himself back in front of the TV. He still couldn't help but send a voice back to the mother and son who were hugging each other and crying outside the door.

“But English is fine, right?” Sara asked, pushing the ice cream cup in front of the boy.

Mike shrugged. "That's all right," he replied, scooping up a large scoop of ice cream with his spoon. Squinting from the coldness rushing into your brain. “Small words are fine every once in a while,” Mom said, laughing softly and handing her a glass of water. “Do you like to eat ice cream?”

“I really like it. Chocolate is my favorite. But I can eat it all,” he replied, shoveling another bite into his mouth. “But I don't eat often. Grandfather doesn't like to leave the house. And I don't like coming to chaotic places either.”

Sara's face visibly fell. But just for a moment She smiled again. “Eat a lot. It's not enough to tell mom,” she said, shoveling small bites into her mouth. The taste was a bit too sweet for her liking.

“So how is school?”

“Um…” Mike paused, “That's all right. I don't have many friends, as the days go by.” Seeing his mother's expression unfavorable, he hurriedly continued, “I usually like to spend more time in my room. Sit and write notes Drawing something like this is fun.”

“I actually have notebooks all over. Mom can take it, I'll give it to you." Mike said, "I'm not bringing it right now. There's too much of it. But I wrote everything down. How can it be like we're together?" As he talked and ate, his mouth was all dirty.

Sara reached out and picked up Chidchu and wiped it gently.

“I'm sorry, Mike,” she said, walking around and sitting next to him. Pulling the boy into a hug

soft sobbing It made him act uneasily, but hugged back, feeling completely strange and confused.

“Mike, come look at this. These are Angie and Mary, remember?” After taking a moment to calm down, The two mothers and daughters sat back and talked and told stories.

Sara took out the phone. and beckon He popped his head to look. On the screen was a video of two little children who looked alike like sheep. Golden hair like Zara The face is cute and sweet. One person was smiling and laughing. before turning to his own twin and poking him in the face so hard that the other person immediately cried out. The camera shakes violently And all Mike could see now was a flesh colored ceiling.

‘Angie, stop it!’ Sara shouted. Mixed with loud screams and cries throughout the house.

Sara scrolled to the next picture, laughing softly, "At our house it's like that almost all the time. It's really chaotic." Next was a picture of the twins sitting and playing with toys. “Angie is a very lively and playful child, very mischievous, you can't take her eyes off her. I'm going to invite Mary to do something strange."

“And Mary likes to try. Follow your own younger sibling. But he's extremely whiny. There's always something to cry about.”

A picture of a boy around the age of 10 appeared. He looked rather tall, had blond hair, and had skin a bit darker than Sara and Mike. He was wearing a football uniform and had a ball in his hand. He turned to look at the camera with an extremely annoyed look in his eyes. A sullen expression

"Mickey," Mike muttered softly. “It's almost time to enter high school. If Mike stayed home instead of Mick The house would be much more peaceful. This guy has never helped with any housework. There's almost always something going on at school." Sara turned to look at Mike. His eyes were filled with guilt in his heart.

“But because of that, Mom had to let Mike come live with Grandpa. Mike probably understands, right?” she said.

“Yes,” he answered softly, although he really didn't understand much.

“If Mickey comes to live with Grandpa. If we don't fight, we'll die together. Grandpa might definitely have a brain hemorrhage first,” she said.

It was the best 3-4 hours in the last 3-4 years. The boy smiled. Laugh and talk happily Mom hugged and rubbed his head like he had always wanted.

As soon as he returned to his grandfather's house The boy rushed into the room. Grab the same suitcase that you haven't taken apart yet. Scooping a few more things into my backpack, I darted back out.

"thank you very much I'll go first." Sara said goodbye. "Mike," she called, at the same time that the boy ran out. She smiled gently. “Hurry and give me a hug,” she crouched down until she was the boy's size. Open your arms and pull him in for a hug and kiss.

“Mom promised to come visit often. And I'll take Mike home soon,” she said, kissing the boy's head. before getting up Smiled slightly and waved goodbye. Open the door and walk away.

The door closed behind him. The house fell into silence. Mike stood still, staring at the door. The sound of a car starting up and driving away

All the joy and happiness that had lasted all day disappeared like a dream. Like a soap bubble bursting with a pop.

Tears begin to flow The boy began to sob uncontrollably. Grandfather pulled him into a silent hug. His face was as solemn as ever. Don't say anything, don't say anything. But she kept patting his back. Let the boy cry

It took a long time for the boy to stop crying. Oretis clenched his fists. Wipe away the tears that are in your eyes. The top of the screen will display a new status indicating that the request has been successfully accepted.

But is this really the result?

2-3 hours of happiness? And then I have to come back and cry heartbroken again...

Other people with worse habits can still have better lives. But why can't heaven grant just a simple request to a small child? He stood up and headed towards Magos, who was sitting nearby with a serious expression.

"Excuse me, but I have something I'd like to discuss," he said. The old man glanced up slightly for a split second and then disappeared back to work. But this time, Oratis decided to hold on. “Regarding Mike Kansberg, I think I got the results wrong,” he said.

The sound of the keyboard suddenly quieted down. The old man squeezed his joints with a loud thud and slowly raised his head.

“How can a new kid who has only been working for less than a week think that heaven has gone wrong? Come and tell me,” he said, his icy gaze sending chills down his spine. But he could only act kindly and fight the tiger.

Take a deep breath and start speaking. “The initial decision was written as approval to give Mike's blessing. His request was to go back and live with his mother. But the results didn't change at all. At the beginning, Mike's life was miserable. The ending was no different. In the end, his mother still abandoned him.

So I thought there must be something wrong.”

As soon as he finished speaking The old man laughed loudly. He slammed the table so loudly that half the office turned to look at him.

“You can use it, new kid,” he said. Even though his face had a smile, his eyes were still as cold as before. “But next time, take the jokes and play them after work,” he said.

"but!"

“If this is all there is to it, then go back to work.”

“But...” Magos went back to typing as usual. Oretis clenched his fists, ready to continue arguing. But it was interrupted first.

“Everything has a reason. Don't think that just being an angel can do anything,” the old man said loudly. “Don't do useless things. Concentrate on doing your job well.”

In the end, Oratis only turned around and walked back to the table empty-handed.

What crazy reason is this.... What reason on earth would it be appropriate for an innocent child to suffer alone? He did something wrong...nothing really.

No matter what I thought, I couldn't find a reason to explain it.

On the screen, Mike was still teary-eyed, hugging himself on the bed. His eyes stared blankly in front of him. The bag was dismantled. Clothes were scattered in every direction.

Seeing that made me feel like I couldn't stay still.

He started flipping through documents. Open the manual and read Press the buttons on the screen. Until my eye caught a small button in the upper right corner on the status document. Previously it always showed a gray button. It is now in the normal color that can be pressed. It says 'Submit a new request'.

Oretis didn't wait. Press to enter immediately. As expected, inside is a form for submitting a new request. Filled with many documents to fill out along with a long list of regulations and procedures

Move and adjust the chair to suit you. Move closer to the screen and start working in earnest.

The screen flashes. 'Delivered successfully' When he moved, he moved away. The bones suddenly cracked loudly. No matter how you move, your bones will make a loud noise. It took all day to fill out paperwork. Look up again. The whole room was already dark. There was hardly anyone left. There were only 2-3 angels passing out documents. Collect work sporadically

When the work was finished I felt a little more at ease. He switched the screen back to Mike. who is now asleep on the bed The bedroom door was slightly open. Albert appeared. The face still looks as fierce as ever. The room lights are on brightly. The old man sighed loudly but said nothing.

Just walk in and cover you up. Turn off the lights and walk back out quietly.

He almost turned off the screen. But you have to stop and look. Can't help but smile a little. It wouldn't be too bad for Mike. At least until I get home. Only a little while longer Thinking like that makes you feel at ease.

He turned off the screen and headed home.

The smile disappeared, leaving only furrowed eyebrows and a sharp increase in brain pressure.

He arrived at work early in the morning, excited. But the first thing you see after turning on the screen is a red button. with status: Document rejected

Oretis slammed his head down on the table. I want to scream out loud. But he just bit his lip and pounded the table silently. His head was filled with thoughts that would quickly lead him to hell.

It took several minutes to come to terms with it. He lifted his head back up. Brave your courage and open the document. But there was no explanation other than that the document did not pass. He glanced at his own supervisor. But he quickly turned his eyes away. It's not likely to be of any use. He would have to find another way on his own.

He pushed himself up from the table. Peeking at Magos again. But the other party didn't seem to notice anything at all. Or maybe they saw it and just didn't care.

Oratis started walking.

This place is so big There must be someone who can help him.

Walk for tens of minutes. But all around were filled with desks and workers as far as the eye could see. No matter where you look, it's all the same. Right now, having him walk back would probably be impossible.

Finally, he decided to walk up to a man who had a kind smile on his face.

"hello"

He turned to look, smiling brightly, “Hello, is there something I can help you with?” His face looked friendly. His voice was like a normal person's. Seeing this, I was able to trust myself to speak further.

“My name is Oretis. I guess there's a problem with documents. I don't know if I can go talk to anyone or anywhere.”

The other man cocked his head as he listened, his face looking confused. “Eh, is there a problem? Normally, I have never seen or heard that there is such a thing,” he said, “but if there is a problem Most of the time, you can just talk to your supervisor.”

He laughed dryly, "He's just a busy boss." I don't know if it was the monotonous explanation or the expression on Oretis' face that made the other party burst into laughter. "Mr. Magos?"

“How do you know?”

“His reputation is famous. The new kids who go there rarely survive,” he said while laughing. “Then try walking straight in another 500 meters, then turn right. You should see a glass door. Just walk in. That's the requests department.” He pointed deeper inside.

Oretis bowed his head in thanks. We exchanged a few more words and walked out.

Walk along the path and you'll find a real door. It was a glass door that stood alone in the middle of the road. It's like someone forgot to leave it behind. But when you look through it, you can actually see another white room. Inside there is a counter. along with regular people The sign has blank writing on it. Application room

The bell rang softly as he pushed the door open. The air conditioner inside is cool and noisier than outside. It looked like a simple room. Everything is white. There are white benches arranged for people to sit and wait in line. The TV news from the human world was left on. But no one is watching.

An angel sitting behind the counter didn't seem to notice the new arrivals at all.

It must be the special ability of angels to be able to ignore things around them like this.

He was a thin man, with white, smooth skin, as beautiful as a woman's. Actually, it's not much different from the rest. Beautiful, handsome, everyone looks good.

“Hello,” he greeted. The other person only looked up. “Yes.”

"I have a question about documents."

“Yes.” By the looks of it, he probably was a person of few words.

“It appears that the first round of requests may have been a mistake. So I submitted the matter again. But was turned away So I want to know if I can do anything about it.”

“Mr. Oretis has come to talk about Mr. Mike. Cansberg, right?” The owner of the label Daymos replied quietly. He pressed the keyboard again before looking up with a completely calm expression. “There was no mistake.”

"but..."

“I assume you haven't read the manual carefully,” Daymos said, picking up a thick stack of manuals and flipping them open with ease. “According to Chapter 74, regarding blessings. Even if it's called a blessing But actually it is more similar to giving guidance. The angels' job is to guide them secretly. Don't let people know.

And in the end, they still make the decision themselves. Direct involvement is prohibited. and will be severely punished if violated.”

“Another important duty of the angels is to ensure that The direction of the world is working as it should. And the results are final. Getting involved can have dire consequences. So Mr. Oretis, you can rest assured that there is no problem with the system.” He closed the document loudly. Until Oratis was startled.

But he didn't even blink. and continued speaking in a calm voice.

“I suggest that You should stay still. Take notes And if there is a problem in work You can contact Mr. Makos." Daymos emphasizes the word "working loudly and clearly". before lowering his butt back onto the chair “Please come out through the same door.”

The door opened immediately. It can be said to be an extremely blatant eviction. There's nothing left to argue with.

Amazingly, I arrived back at my desk. He stared blankly at the screen, annoyed.

There must be something he can do.

He opened the document and read it again.

If opened, it is rejected and returned. He will submit it again. Come on, send it back. Who will give up first?

I thought so. So he started typing documents again.

He was so focused that it was past work time again.

A thick stack of documents was printed out. Oratis arranged the paper. He put it neatly into the envelope and stood up, but when he looked around, it was completely dark. There's no one left. He turned to look at the time and realized how late it was already. However, he began to walk deeper inside again. In any case, he wanted to go in and submit the documents today to finish it off. The sooner the better. If it doesn't work, you can come back tomorrow morning.

Even though the office was bright and full of angels, he was still lost, counting languages, and fumbling his way in the dark alone.

After walking left and right for tens of minutes He became discouraged. and started walking back

But suddenly the mist covered him so thickly that he couldn't see all around him. When the fog clears There's only a faint remnant left. The surroundings around him were no longer the same.

He was startled and fell back to the ground. From a dull gray cement floor to white fluffy clouds. Surrounded by large stone pillars. Higher than the front entrance

Turning back is no different from the way forward. Boring office images are no longer seen. It's as if it never existed before. He gripped the document in his hand tightly. My heart is not beating properly. Put your feet down, one step at a time, slowly. He probably wouldn't fall to his death, right? Afraid of the ground, afraid of the whole situation. But I didn't have much of a choice.

The deeper you go The air became even colder. The sound of the harp can be heard in the distance. A fluttering white cloth dangled from the sky above. Move like the wind Even though there isn't even the slightest bit of wind here. A strange fragrance floated in the air. The deeper we walked, the more strange the situation around us became.

The fabric moves as if it were alive. The remaining smoke curled up like limbs. The picture around you appears blurred. He could no longer tell if this was reality or a dream.

Finally, he walked to what seemed to be his destination. A large stone altar was placed in the center. The pillars are surrounded in a circle. The top is carved with statues of various gods. But that face was all covered under a thin cloth. The more I looked at it, the more it felt like the statues were looking back through the veil.

On the altar, the Greek language was carved on it.

He himself only knew that it was probably an ancient language. But the meaning cannot be known.

Even though I don't know the meaning But I felt that it was a warning. A warning he should heed

Oretis looked down at the envelope in his hand. Right now, it's so overwhelming. What he thinks is right and should be done. With the fear that spreads

Since stepping into this place He immediately knew that this was the place. A place to make wishes come true And he knew exactly what to do.

He walked slowly towards the stone platform. Place the document envelope in the middle. and walked down slowly It was as if he was afraid he would wake someone up.

The brown document envelope from the human world looked strange and out of place. Suddenly, a soft voice rang out in my head. As soon as he heard this, hair rose all over his body.

Incomprehensible language But the meaning can be interpreted as “Fate guides those who follow it. Those who resist will be dragged away.”

Turn back to the platform again. The document now turned into a round, brown drop of water. floating in mid air slowly rising

A stone pond shrouded in a faint mist appeared from the sky. Pulled out the drop of water and disappeared into the darkness. before quickly disappearing

Suddenly all images disappeared.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar stone ceiling. His clothes had been changed. His room was still exactly the same as before. The stories in that strange temple seemed like just a waking dream. It was so blurry that he himself was beginning to be unsure.

He arrives at work on time. My head was back to being obsessed with Mike again. Until I turned on the screen and saw a green light flashing on the screen.

The request is being processed.

Without delay, he immediately opened the picture of the microphone and looked at it.

November 23 at 5:24 p.m. at Albert's house

“Bye Grandpa, hurry up,” Sara said.

Mike smiled and waved at Albert from inside the car. “Bye bye Grandpa.”

Even though Grandfather only nodded back. But the boy didn't seem to be affected by anything. He was extremely excited right now. After not coming home for many years Mother came to take him back. And most importantly, this ride is a journey. Gone, went back and never came back.

“Okay, are you ready?” Mom asked with a smile, releasing the handbrake. and the car slowly began to move away.

“Ready, very excited. Am I going to sleep in the same room as Mickey?” Mike said quickly, almost getting up and jumping on the seat if it weren't for the broken belt that was fastening it. But even so, he tried to stick his head next to his mother who was sitting in front of him.

Sara gently turned him around. “Have a seat, Mike,” she said before turning her attention back to driving. “And yes, it's the same room as Mickey. But if Mickey teases you, please tell Mom.”

“Yes,” Mike answered, not thinking it could be that bad. When he was a child, he and his older brother were very close. He began to turn around and survey his surroundings. The car had a bit of a strange smell that he couldn't tell. Beside him were two child seats attached. And the trunk was full of sports equipment, baby strollers, toys. There was even a piece of candy left on the seat.

But of course, none of this could destroy the boy's good mood.

“Oretis,” a fierce voice called. Pull him out of the screen. Magos stood staring at him with a ferocious, flesh-eating look in his eyes. Beside him were two large men in black suits who radiated a terrifying aura, not unlike Magos.

“You are suspected of violating the laws of heaven. and will be taken to court immediately,” said a man in black. while pulling out a glowing golden rope It moved on its own and quickly wrapped his two wrists together. Before he could do anything “You have the right to remain silent.

Everything that is said will be used as evidence in court.”

Without being able to say anything He was dragged to court.

The appearance of this court is similar to the Colosseum. Definitely beautiful and magnificent. What is added is awe. More frightening than the court was the feeling that the threads of his fate were on the chopping block. Ready to write at any time

Just like every building in this heaven. That is, every stone is beautifully carved. The most spectacular If you came as a spectator, it would probably be the large statue of the Goddess of Justice that was placed in the middle of the plaza. One hand holds a scale. The other side held a large sword. Both eyes were covered with an eye patch. It is the perfect combination of beauty and fierceness.

The upper seats are spacious. But without people This is good for him. Otherwise, it would certainly be many times more frightening and stressful than this.

He was made to sit on a wooden chair. Opposite from molding loop It looked quite a funny picture. When a little person sat in the middle of a large courtyard It's like talking to a statue like this. But told from the perspective of the person sitting there. The terror increases exponentially when this really is paradise.

“Begin the work of judgment.” A loud voice resounded from every direction. Can't tell who is speaking.

“Oretis, an angel apprentice, is suspected of violating the laws of the angels. Disobeying the orders of the supervisor Ignore the warning Trespassing into prohibited areas without permission and directly interfered with the life of man Michael Kansberg, affecting the lives of many human beings which is a highly serious crime

The result was a decision to deport him to become a human again.”

“Lord Magos, do you have anything else to add?”

Magos stood still on one side of the courtyard with his arms crossed. Even he looked small in this place.

“No, I agree with the decision,” he said, his voice devoid of any emotion other than annoyance.

“Angel Apprentice Oretis, do you have any objections?”

Sweat was all over my body. Even though being human isn't scary at all. But being punished is really no joke.

“What I did was Just to help Michael Only Cansberg,” he said, feeling a tremble in his voice. The more you speak, the more your voice disappears. “I believe that my actions have no harmful effects on other human beings.”

I swear I could almost hear the sound of laughter.

“As for the impact,” a glowing face appeared on one side of the field. It's a picture of Mike's new house. Sara is having a heated argument with her husband. The house is a complete mess. A middle-aged man shouted and walked out of the house. The door closed loudly behind him. As for the two twin girls, they were fighting among themselves and crying in a corner of the house.

Mike and Mickey are in the room. Mickey was climbing out of the house through the window. As for Mike, he just sat quietly on the bed, wide-eyed.

The condition of the house was a mess. Things were all scattered.

“This is just the first part of the impact. If you still have doubts From now on, the results will become more and more severe. The Cairnsberg couple are separated. As a result, the family's financial burden was in dire straits. Sara Kansberg had to work all day to care for her four children, and eventually died prematurely from stress and overwork.

And because of the lack of warmth and close training, Mickey will become a drug addict in the future. Often drags the family into danger. Michael, after graduating from middle school, had to come out to help his mother with work and take care of his two younger siblings. In short, The family's lives would have been better if Michael had stayed with Albert.”

Images of the future are projected in sequence according to the narrative. Picture of the family's devastation This made Oratis stare in disbelief.

“If there is no further objection. That's the end of the decision." A loud announcement ended. Calling Oretis, he only turned to look and stopped stealing.

The sword in the statue's hand was slowly raised. before slamming it onto the ground violently until the ground cracked into a hole Revealing the emptiness below

The crack slowly spread and grew closer and closer to him.

No matter how much you struggle The glowing rope didn't appear to be any looser at all. The chair was so heavy that it didn't move an inch.

“Help me, I'm in the wrong,” he shouted, turning to face Magos, who had turned and walked away. There was no indifference at all.

His voice was drowned out by the sound of the floor collapsing. Just a few seconds The cracks spread to the bottom of his feet. and the ground cracked

In the end the rope resembled himself. set him free But it was already too late. His few days of heavenly life were over.