Opening his eyes, the gray-white ceiling came into view, a slightly chilly breeze brushed by, and Bologue saw a pure white angel descending from the sky, reaching out to him.
Is this... the Celestial Kingdom?
Bologue was bewildered for a few seconds and quickly realized that given his actions, he wouldn't end up in Hell, nor in the so-called Celestial Kingdom, right?
With ample self-awareness, Bologue struggled to open his eyes, trying to discern the curtains dancing in the wind.
Indeed, he probably should wear glasses normally.
He wasn't dead, nor in any Celestial Kingdom; he just slept too long, his mind became jumbled together, and his consciousness had slowed.
His body was overwhelmed with a fatigue difficult to alleviate, Bologue tried to lift his hand to rub his eyes, but then a wave of pain shot through his arm, immobilizing him.
