The End

"Understood. As a scientist, I can comprehend the bond a researcher has with their lab rats. So, I am a test subject that you classify as a singularity. What is the purpose of such an experiment?" Johnny inquires.

"An excellent question," the grey-clad man responds with a serene tone. "I will try to simplify it as much as possible for your understanding. First, allow me to explain my work. I've been here for millennia, in this region where the flow of death waves from your planet occurs, awaiting souls that retain their intellect after death."

Still perplexed, Johnny attempts to process this new information. He finds himself in an unfamiliar place, conversing with a mysterious figure that seems to transcend death itself. The darkness that surrounds him feels somewhat more comforting now, guided by this voice.

The grey-clad man continues, choosing each word carefully. "Unfortunately, the role of a 'fisherman' is arduous since 99.99999% of souls are purified by the Great Judgment. What I seek is a soul that preserves its primitive wickedness, something impossible to be purified in the flow. In other words, I am in search of a malevolent and depraved soul that can withstand the trials of the world's will while retaining what you call consciousness. It is this balance that safeguards your world from cosmic horrors."

Johnny begins to grasp the gravity of what is being said. His mind is filled with questions, but he decides to start with the most pressing one. "Impossible! I know I'm not a good soul, but the psychopaths and sociopaths in my world must possess even worse souls!"

Wrapped in an aura of narcissism, Johnny can barely recognize his own hypocrisy. Even in the afterlife, he refuses to acknowledge the malignancy of his deeds, despite having triggered the near-extinction of humanity on Earth. His arrogance persists, and he seeks to justify his twisted motives, ignoring the fact that his quest for revenge led to the almost total annihilation of his own people. It's a narcissistic blindness that prevents him from seeing the true extent of his selfishness and cruel actions.

A discreet laugh reverberates in the darkness, indicating that the grey-clad man recognizes the young man's lack of insight.

Johnny, increasingly fascinated and perplexed by the conversation, begins to realize that his beliefs and concepts about life and death are being challenged in unimaginable ways. There is a vast realm of knowledge and discovery to explore in this new and mysterious plane of existence.

"But what about...?" Before Johnny can articulate his next question, he is abruptly interrupted.

"Enough, mortal! Idle chatter ends now. Do not mistake my patience for naivety, young mortal. I do sympathize with you to some extent, but there's a thin line between the task at hand and empathy."

The words of the grey-clad man echo in the dark expanse as Johnny grapples with the complexity of the revelations. The young man is about to delve even deeper into the intricate web that entangles his fate.

"It's time to proceed to the second phase of the experiment. Before that, let me explain the purpose. Firstly, on behalf of my pantheon, I thank you for your services in annihilating your previous world. You aided us in weakening the accursed gods of Earth."

The grey-clad man reveals an expression that could be interpreted as a smile, though Johnny struggles to discern his features. The complexity of his emotions appears unfathomable.

"Based on your achievements, we intend to enslave you as our personal herald. Your mission is clear: we will send you to another mortal world, and your task will be the destruction of the temples and the faithful in that region, weakening them."

The revelation of his new mission, as well as the sinister purpose behind it, leaves Johnny stunned. The ambiguity of the grey-clad man, oscillating between understanding and ruthlessness, creates a profound sense of disconcertion in the young man.

Johnny looks around, attempting to orient himself in the infinite darkness that envelops him, while contemplating the winding path that lies ahead. His journey has just become even more mysterious and perilous, as he becomes a pawn in the machinations of the gods.

Johnny briefly reflects on the peculiarity of the situation, with his conventional perceptions and beliefs challenged in the presence of this enigmatic figure. The darkness around him feels thick and mysterious, enfolding him in an infinite abyss. Despite his mind being riddled with doubts, he recognizes the wisdom in avoiding heretical thoughts in the presence of what appears to be a deity.

"Let's go," he decides, accepting what lies ahead with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

A satisfied laugh resonates in the darkness, emanating from the figure of the grey-clad man, who stands out as a dark blotch in this enigmatic environment. The man's features remain concealed by an aura of mystery, while he applauds Johnny's choice with enthusiasm.

"HAHAHA! Well done, lad! Good choice!" The voice sounds more serious now, echoing in the surrounding darkness. Johnny begins to perceive nuances in the intonation, suggesting a complex range of emotions in this mysterious being.

"Your questions have come to an end." The man in the overcoat asserts his authority with a touch of severity, reminding Johnny that his curiosity has limits.

Suddenly, a crow appears on the scene, its dark figure standing out against the infinite backdrop of darkness. The strange sound it emits seems to echo indefinitely, contributing to the peculiar atmosphere of the situation. As the crow becomes part of the scene, the faceless man begins to mutter in response to some disturbance that the bird represents.

"Another task," he mutters, giving Johnny the impression that more is happening beyond what his eyes can see.

"My master gives me no rest!" The words of the man in the overcoat carry a subtle tension as he initiates an enigmatic process called "endometrial implantation."

Then, the mysterious voice vanishes, leaving Johnny alone once again in the vast darkness, where the shadows seem to move almost palpably. The feeling of helplessness deepens, and Johnny sighs with growing frustration.

"Wait, do I even know which pantheon I'm working for?" Johnny murmurs his doubts into the void, as the darkness around him intensifies. Only a vague sense of isolation surrounds him, as a harbinger of unknown challenges and enigmas that lie ahead.