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After his death, our Mc drifts into the void for an unknown amount of times and finally when he gets out of the void he finds himself in a library full of books in rows with no ends. After strolling around he discovers a man in glasses taking notes very attractively but after waiting for a long time he finally couldn't wait because the man is not taking notice of him. So with his own initiative, he calls... “Excuse me??? ” Mc “…”Glasses [Silent ] “Excuse me??? ” Mc “…” Glasses[Silent ] “Excuse me??? ” Mc “… ” Glasses [Silent ] After calling in a low voice for twice our Mc thought the man might also have a problem with his ears with his eyes so he shouted “EXCUSE ME~~~??? ” After hearing this shout the glasses man almost broke his pen and angrily looks at our Mc “I heard you the first time you called, so no need to shout. ” “…. ” Mc [Silent ]
'How long am I stuck in this endless void?'
'Doesn't they say after your death you either go to Heaven or Hell?'
'If so why am I here?'
'More importantly, why can't I feel anything?'
'Is this a dream?'
'Did I really die?'
'Am I in a place where there is no light?'
'Is this place dark?'
'What a useless question I can't see anything either way?'
'If I am truly dead then I wonder how long have I died?'
'The funny thing is that after all this time I have even started to forget how I used to look like before my death? Sigh~'
A long sigh.
As he was deep in thought when suddenly a bright light came in his view and after which he finally arrived at his destination.
"Huh~ " Upon looking around he got a big surprise and the first thing he thought is "Why are there so many books??? "
After walking for hours he again asked out "Why can't I find the end of this library??? "
Even after more hours "Why can't I even see the end??? "
And few more hours "Is this library made of an endless number of books, but how can I have this kind of nightmare??? "
"Can you try to be a little quiet over there? " In the Mideast of his thoughts, a deep sound of a middle-aged man boomed in his ears.
"Who is there? " hearing the sudden call the boy turned to find not so far away from him a middle-aged is seated behind a big table while writing something very carefully.
"Excuse me??? " After finally finding someone in this empty place a big smile formed on his face as he called in an excited tone getting free from his loneliness.
"…" The middle-aged man didn't respond to his call and continued writing whatever he was writing with great.
"I might have called in a low tone just now. Yes, that is the only reason why he didn't respond to my call just now. " thinking like this the boy prepared himself, and again called the middle-aged man behind the table with a little higher tone than before "Excuse me??? "
"…" the middle-aged man again ignored him and continued his work like he is just are and there is nothing.
"I think I wasn't loud enough, Yes that's it. nod~ " with that said he shouted with all his might "EXCUSE ME??? "
"… " Still there came no reply from the middle-aged man from the other side of the table but there was a push in his writing this time but soon he continued his work like before.
Being ignored for so many times the boy got really agree and couldn't take it anymore so he prepared for starting cursing "EXCUSE~ ME~~~??? "
But before he can start cursing the man finally stopped writing and said with a calm tone "I heard you the first time you called, so no need to shout young mam. "
"…. " this time the boy got silent for a while and started thinking "If you really heard me the first time then why didn't you respond. " with a little anger.
"That is simply because I was preparing. "
"Preparing what were you preparing? " The boy asked with interest bug then he thought of something "Wait I didn't ask you that so how does that mean? "
"No, I am not able to hear your inner thoughts. "
"Then how did you know what I was thinking? " with confusion on his face
"You see after death there are no inner thoughts for spirits. " with a smile.
"What do you mean? " with a little fear in his tone.
"Oh, I see. " from the other side, the middle-aged man gave a nod then added " So you don't know or remember you died am I right. "
"nod"
"Ok then tell me what is the last thing you remember before arriving here? " while fixing the position of his glasses.
"Before I was…. " The boy started trying to remember as much as he can and suddenly he remembered "Last time I was fighting with the terrorist and after my teammates died I was the only one remaining but when I finally rescued all the civilians from them I lost consciousness but, but. "
"Here take a look. " saying so the middle-aged man threw a piece of paper toward the boy.
Grabbing the price of paper he started reading…
•••••••••••
March 29, 2003…
In a shopping mall…..
To be continued…
