Life, Once Again!

Our last life has begun. I approached the depressed sky in the same clothes as before. The surprised expression and palpitating words were the same as my previous life. As the Grim Reaper said, this life has a repertoire. It was a train on a rail. If someone hadn't touched the switchboard, his husband would have died from being hit by a heavy rain car. You want me to keep an eye on the results? I can't do that.

I guided my dead husband. I tried hard to give him a hint, but my mouth wouldn't move. I said the same thing in my previous life and sent my husband away. The world began to move. It was not a time to lose heart. I went straight to find the man. He said he was a self-proclaimed bell. With him, he'll reach a suicidal option. If we can convince them to stop it, we can derail the train running toward despair.

“I'll try, but it won't be easy. It's a long way from free will for you and me. He acts consciously, but he never leaves the box. I don't want you to die either. No man wants his own death. But there's one more thing I'd like to avoid. If I see such a suspicion, I will actively encourage Mr. Hangul to commit suicide. ”

“I don't want that ending. ”

“I know. I know it better than anyone. Likewise, you know my heart. ”

“You're a cruel man. ”

“I'm sorry, but I'm not sure you can live with the world you're about to die in. I'm a coward.”

The man takes off his mask. Tears fall from the tip of his slightly raised eye. I held his hand.

“I won't let anyone die. You and those two down there. I'm not giving up on the happy ending for everyone. ”

“Yes, in the sky. ”

After a hug so intense that the body crumbles, the man leaves for the world beneath his feet. He talked to his husband like he did in his previous life. The world was unacceptable as the clock began at 12: 00 and flowed back to 12: 00.

I went straight to the Han Sky. I started to do things that I hadn't done in a while. I kept talking to her. I've done hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of times, realizing I'm worthless, but there's nothing else I can do. The world with my husband and the sky and where I am are cut off.

The rash is intense. The concept of forgotten time strikes our heads in horror. It was a waste of one second and one second that was flowing. We have to do something. We can't end this.

A few months passed while talking between my husband and the sky. Nothing has changed. As long as I watched, fate would walk towards the foreseeable future. We have to stop him, whatever it takes. Wake up, Hansky. I'll do anything, anything.

- Is it really so bad that it ends this way?

It was a voice that came from somewhere. I found out once and for all who the voice was. An abominable god. I cried out into the air.

“Do you enjoy playing with people like this? Are you even a god? ”

- People are so unfair. I don't want anything from you. But you always yearn for me. Comfort for yourself, happiness for the family, stability for society, peace for the country. I have never oppressed you. Rather, it gave them freedom. But it was always you who gave up your freedom and created your own ranks to profit. Given the unreasonable reasons for what I mean.

“Yes, it's unfair. But it's none of my business. I don't want to talk about such grand narratives. I'm just saying it's not your toy. If everything was so determined by your will, why did you make me do it? Was it that much fun for you to walk towards the upside down ridge? ”

- I asked for a chance. Do I need to do something more?

“Yes, I need more. Let me join the game. It's funny, isn't it? A gambler can't even sit at a table and watch. You can't call it a participant. It's just a tour.”

- You really don't want to lose a word.

“That's what you know best. Aren't you the Creator? If you don't like your personality, try it with your ability. No, you're the Almighty. You knew all along, didn't you? What I'm about to say, what I'm about to say. What am I supposed to do now? Shall we kneel and pray? Do I beg you to take my life instead of my husband's? ”

I treated him with evil. I can feel the well of thirsty emotions rising again. If there was a face of God in front of me, I felt like giving him a punch.

- What kind of game would be fun if you knew everything? If you know the winner or lose before the cards are dealt, you don't even have to deal the cards. I know more than you, I can do more than you, but I'm not omnipotent. So I enjoy watching you. Sometimes we do things that are unexpected. And I kind of want that to happen. If it's the majority of people who give up in the middle and surrender to the flowing river, there's very few who can hold a rock like you and survive a tough river. I love prime numbers. They're precious. Sometimes, when I see people like you proving their worth, I get this.

As soon as God's voice stopped, I realized that I could intervene in the world beneath my feet. It was God's will. It was not an extreme ability to corrupt the game itself like a masquerade man, but it was enough to escape the confirmed outcome.

- Destiny is about making its own decisions. I love this horse. But you have to remember, Duplicity of proverbs. If you're just trying to pursue your ideals, you'll get caught up in reality. Compromise is imperative.

God has left. No, it was not appropriate for him to leave. It's everywhere. I put two words in my head, "compromise," and approached my husband. After a short time, I could barely talk, but I couldn't say much. It was hard to express my feelings. I shouldn't have given him a sense of camaraderie.

I lied to my husband. The world was torn apart by the point of his death. I showed that my wife and daughter are still living in the world after my husband died and that there are no economic difficulties thanks to the insurance. Though it is a different world, it has been imprinted that the woman you love lives on. To make me a little reluctant to see the sky again.

But it was useless. Her husband's heart remained unchanged. Above all, God's device makes everything meaningless. Her husband's memory is fading. It will gradually disappear from the moment of death, so that there will be no memories of the previous life. It also included the conversation I had with him. The forty-five husbands who doubted the forty-five precautions and wisdom and fought against the world would soon become ordinary men for that night.

I was running out of time. Since I had already met the Hansky, I had no choice but to make them part. It was for the best. I reappeared in front of my husband. This time, a tarot woman. I gave him a clown card. It was a card containing the image of a masked man. Ignorance and new challenges. I had my feelings in that card with two meanings. My husband will be enlightened in this life. Rehabilitation has been repeated endlessly, and there is an extreme way to escape from it. My husband was willing to lay down his life for the heavens. But what if the time of realization had been accelerated before we were both young and deeply in love? He may choose not to give his life, but not to see each other. It was also what I wanted most. Ending this game on a line that doesn't kill either of you.

I also asked the Masked Man to help me. He said he would help, but it was impossible to deviate greatly from the path. He wasn't as free as I was. I appeared with him in my husband's dream. You look like your favorite rabbit. I tried to get the game to end unharmed by stimulating his mind and handing him hints of the truth.

And there was a result.

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When I saw the news about the murder occurring because of the staircase noise, I understood it with my head, but I didn't empathize. I can't believe you killed a man.

But I felt it today. At 6 in the morning, I opened my eyes to a dizzying horn. (My bedtime is usually around 4am.) I grabbed my head, and I looked outside, and there was a foreign car that was hard to see in the neighborhood, and it was blinking with its horn. Looks like the bomb shelter's working.

But it doesn't go away, and after about 10 minutes, a residential neighborhood pops up. I went out, too. If I had a phone number in my car, I would have called my landlord, but I didn't have one. It's been 10 minutes again. I closed my eyes, and the horn hit my ear, and the guys that came out with me, one by one, started shooting "x feet," and five minutes later, the police report came in. I thought I'd look it up and call him, but he's not answering his car.

Wow... I've been hollow for about 40 minutes, so I can't kill a man, but I can split a leg.

It was a terrible morning.