Ah... I'm ready now.

I climb onto a chair and put a rope around my neck. I made a hole in the ceiling and tied the rope to a corner of the ceiling.

I'm in my room that I shared with my grandmother. There are no furniture, only blankets on the ground that I use as a bed. The floor is dirt and the walls are not painted... Yes, that's how I lived. It was uncomfortable, but I never complained. I was happy being next to my grandmother.

But now that I've lost her, I realized the shortcomings in my life. I can't live like this, and I don't mean the state of my home, I mean my mental state. The stress, the pain, the sadness... I can't keep enduring so much pain.

We have never had enough money to improve the house... And I sold the few things I had.

I'm useless, I know... I know.

"I'm sorry, grandma... I really can't take it anymore... That's why I'll put an end to my suffering."

I'm about to hang myself, the rope is around my neck and I'm ready to jump.

I will die... I will die for good... If I didn't want to die, I would have regretted it already, but I don't want to keep living... I want to be dead.

It's not worth it to keep living. I'm sure my life will never be good, I will always be suffering. The only reason I was happy was because I had my grandmother. Attempts of rape, a rape, bullying, sexual harassment, false accusations... I have suffered from everything, and I'm sure I will suffer more in the future... It's better to spare myself that suffering and die once and for all.

"I've always been a good person... If there was a God, He would be compassionate with me and help me. I have no one left, I have no reason to live."

God, God, God... I was never religious, because God never helped me. Every time I was saved from being raped, it was because I saved myself. God has nothing to do with it.

But my grandmother was very religious... Just for that reason, I have hope that God exists and will allow me to reunite with her.

I am about to jump off the chair and I smile, while tears come out of my eyes. I will die, definitely die. There is no turning back.

I am happy and sad... I will die, but soon I will see my grandmother again... I have never been religious, but I hope that paradise exists. I want to see my grandmother again. I want to see my parents. Meet my mother... I want to reunite with my family, I don't want to be alone anymore.

"This will end soon."

One... Two... And three.

I jump... I jumped... I will suffer a little, but it will all end. I hope they don't take long to find my body.

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It's taking too long for death to come. I don't even feel any pain.

Something strange is happening... Huh? What?!

I can't move, I'm floating in the air! What's going on?! Is this what dying feels like?

"Hey? Why can't I move?" I said scared and nervous about this unreal situation.

This is too weird. Am I going crazy?

"Wait, wait! Don't do it!"

Suddenly I hear a voice that isn't mine... It's the voice of an old man... I don't recognize that voice. Am I really hallucinating from dying of suffocation?

Well, it's not like I'm complaining. If hallucinating avoids the pain, continuing to hallucinate isn't so bad.

"Did you really try to commit suicide?! I thought you would regret it!"

Oh... Hearing that voice made me very scared and I turned pale. I heard it as if someone was in front of me. I admit that this hallucinating is no longer so pleasant, I think I prefer to suffer a little.

Uwaaaah! I've gone crazy! Please, life, let me die in peace!

"Who said that?!" I said scared... No... Terrified.

I'm not afraid of you, hallucinations...! Huh? And who is that?

An old man appeared out of nowhere in front of me. The old man is wearing a completely white suit, he is bald and his eyes are completely white and bright... That old man is so strange. Is he some kind of angel coming for my soul?

... Ah... Yes, I've gone crazy.

"Hello, Daniel," he said smiling.

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What the hell just happened?! An old man appeared out of nowhere in front of me! This is too weird! I must have gone crazy. Why can't I have a more normal death?!

"Who are you? And why can't I move?" I said, scared.

This is too weird to be a simple hallucination. It must be an angel who is going to punish me for committing suicide! Ahhhhhhhh! Suicide really turned out to be punished by God! Forgive me, grandma!

"You can believe me or not, but I am God."

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Eh?

"Did you hear me? Don't be silent. As I told you before, I am God. It's a pleasure to meet you."

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Eh? God? Did I hear correctly? He said he was God?

"... God?!"

"That's right. Daniel, I've been observing you for a long time. You are someone with a pure heart, something rare among humans... Well, your pure heart is a perfect combination of a normal pure heart and a beautiful soul... You are something very rare."

Eh? Pure of heart? I've read stories about it, but I didn't know it was true... I have a feeling he's telling the truth, but this is too weird.

I would say I'm hallucinating, but this feels so real that I don't think it's just a hallucination."

"P-pure of heart?" I said, confused.

This situation is so strange. Is he really God?

"You are a very good person, perfect for a job I want you to do."

Job? Is he asking for my help? But why me?

I never imagined God would give me a job. Did he pity me? Well, as long as he pays me, I'll accept the job. I can't refuse God, my grandmother would never forgive me.

"And... me?"

"Yes, you."

He's smiling... He seems like a friendly person. His smile doesn't seem fake.

If he's God, why doesn't he do it himself? He could easily finish the job... Well, after all, he's a God. He can do anything.

"Why me? Why don't you do it?"

"My job is to observe and not interfere, but something very bad is happening in world 1 that needs to be solved."

Observe and not interfere, huh? Well, that would explain why he never helped me. My grandmother taught me to be empathetic to others. I admit I felt a bit of resentment towards God for giving me such a painful life, but now that I know he couldn't interfere, I must forget that unnecessary resentment. God is not to blame, I just had bad luck.

... Wait... World 1?

Are there more worlds? Is it an alternate world?

I've heard about it, but I never imagined it could be real.

More worlds... Will there be a world with only women? Will there be a world with animals that can reason and talk? Or are they worlds the same as this one?

Well, whatever it is, it sounds great! Alternate worlds... Cool.

"World 1?"

"It's a parallel world. Let's say there are many worlds. Your world is number 15."

Number 15, huh? That means there are 14 worlds below mine. Does the number simply serve to differentiate us or does it reflect the importance or advancement of the world?

Well, that's not important right now.

Hearing that God needs me is something I never thought I'd hear, but I don't think I could do it. I'm useless... I feel useless. There must be millions of better options than me.

"But I..."

"I know you think your life is ruined, but you can overcome it. So, you can help me with the job or commit suicide. Consider that if you help me, you could save many worlds, you could be a hero."

... A hero?

Me? Could I be a hero? Those words... For some reason, I don't feel as depressed as before... Could it be that all I needed was a purpose in life?

Is God giving me a reason to keep living?

Before, I lived my life just to please my grandmother. She didn't ask me to, but I did it so she could see that her effort was not in vain. I spent my time studying to be a good student so that my grandmother would be proud of me, sacrificing my free time.

I lived my life with the sole purpose of making my grandmother proud and happy, but now that she's no longer with me, I feel like my life has no purpose anymore.

But now God is giving me a mission, a goal, a purpose. God needs me... Someone needs me... Someone considers me useful.

"Am I... a hero?"

"You're someone special, that's why I need you."

Special...? Me? Are you saying that to make me feel better or am I really special? It would be too egocentric of me to believe that I'm really special. He must have said it just to make me feel better... I think.

God extends his right hand to me, while smiling at me.

The hand of God... Literally.

This situation is so strange, but... relaxing.

I don't know what's going on, I don't know what God really wants from me, but it makes me feel like I have a purpose in this life.

"Do you accept?"

Being a hero sounds great, and God himself is choosing me to do the job. It's something I shouldn't refuse... No, I can't refuse.

God, among millions of people, chose me. I don't know if I'm hallucinating or if I fell into a coma and I'm dreaming, but I don't care, I'll go along with it even if it's just a simple dream.

"I guess I can't refuse God. I'll do it," I said with a nervous smile.

I have to smile at God to show him that I trust him and his words, but my nervousness betrays me. After all, who wouldn't be nervous in this strange situation?

God raised his hand and caressed my head. It feels good. It's a pleasant feeling.

I would feel strange if an old man I barely know caressed my head, but this old man is God, a kind being. I shouldn't distrust him.

"You've made the right decision."

... Huh? What?!

Everything around me started spinning! Am I in a whirlwind?! What's happening?!

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After God and Daniel disappeared out of nowhere, small rays began to emerge from the rope. Why? Due to the direct contact with the magic of a God.

And that small mistake would bring consequences.