In a dark apartment under a full moon, in a small corner near the window, a young man lay on the floor. The young man is about 1.80 meters tall, has tousled black hair, and pale skin. His mouth was open as if he were trying to suck in air, saliva was flowing out of it, and he had a knife in his stomach. Blood was gushing from the wound like a fountain, forming a huge pool of blood. Seen from a distance, everything looked like a dream in the moonlight.
Michael, who was lying on the floor, still had a little bit of consciousness left; at least he could still hear a little.
In the same room, two meters away from Michael, there are two shadowy silhouettes. The first silhouette is 1.70 m tall, fat and round, belonging to a man. Next to this fat shadow is another silhouette kneeling on the floor and crying. She cannot suppress her crying. This silhouette belongs to a woman.
The crying woman couldn't stop apologizing. She was in a state of shock, fear, and on the verge of insanity.
"I'm sorry, my boy... I'm... sorry... I failed as a mother."
The mother pulled at her hair and covered her face, her tears flowing like a waterfall.
Next to her, the fat man began to laugh and mock her like a tyrant without any feelings of guilt, saying to the woman
"It serves him right for trying to interfere in our affairs, it's all your fault."
Michael was filled with rage when he heard the word "fault." The overweight man is his father, who lost control after losing his job and began beating his mother for every little inconvenience. Today, he wanted to confront his father, but it ended with a knife in his stomach.
His mother's screams and apologies only made him sadder.
"I'm sorry I can't protect you anymore, Mother... I'm sorry you'll continue to be trapped in this hell," Michael thought in his last second. The voices gradually grew quieter and quieter until a peaceful calm prevailed. Michael is officially dead.
Michael felt his spirit detach from his body.
His spirit roams through an eternal darkness full of peace and tranquility. Michael can hear, see, or feel nothing.
However, he slowly saw a red light. The light grew larger and larger until it blinded him. Michael was a believer. He thought he was about to enter heaven, but what he saw shocked him deeply. It was an abyss in the truest sense of the word: hell. He saw several souls burning constantly and screaming endlessly. Every scream made Michael's soul tremble. He tried to fly away quickly in his spirit body, but it didn't work. Many illusory chains clung to his hands and feet, and he couldn't free himself from them.
"Damn it! What is this? I've been a good person my whole life, so why am I ending up in hell? I don't understand." Michael was filled with panic and horror.
Michael was chained to a table by the chains. In the background, the screams of other souls being burned echoed, causing Michael to panic even more.
Out of nowhere, a dark, cold voice rang out.
"What a delicious meal...hehe...haha..."
The figure came closer, but it was distorted like a shadow and had blood-red eyes.
When Michael looked into its eyes, his ghostly body trembled and began to disintegrate, and he quickly looked away because he intuitively sensed that the figure in front of him was "higher" than him.
Michael wanted to try to talk his way out of it with tears.
"Please let me go, I've been a devout person all my life, I've never done anything wrong, I beg you."
The sinister figure began to laugh.
"Hehe...haha That's exactly why I want you. Your soul seems pure and delicious."
Michael remained silent and accepted his fate, remembering his miserable life, which had been wretched from the very beginning.
"Maybe it won't be so painful when he eats me," Michael tried to comfort himself.
The shadow, on the other hand, was angry, as if he could read Michael's mind, that Michael accepted his end, because he wanted to distort Michael with pleasure.
The shadow stretched out its hand and, as if by magic, burned Michael's fingers.
Michael screamed in pain.
"Argh!"
"Ahhh—"
The shadow seemed to be enjoying it very much when it suddenly had an idea and could hardly suppress its laughter. The words sounded mocking.
"Young man, do you want a new life?"
Michael was surprised.
"I wonder what the downside will be, but I have to accept that it's better than nothing. Maybe he'll teleport me to an interesting world," Michael thought fearfully, with a hint of joy and excitement, because he had read many such stories in the past.
Michael replied hastily:
"I want a new life, preferably an eternal one!"
The shadow chuckled and replied:
"So be it, you will be cursed with reincarnation. Give me a good show in your next life."
When Michael heard the word "curse," his pupils shrunk to the size of pins. The next moment, he saw a black mist enveloping him.
After an unknown amount of time,
Michael opened his eyes and saw the sun. He relaxed instantly.
"Maybe this devil is someone good who just wanted to play a trick on me," Michael thought optimistically.
At that moment, he felt something strange with his body.