Chapter 33: I Don’t F*cking Want to be Human Anymore!
The crimson light began to dissipate, and reality exploded in a bubble; it was fragmented, dark, and desolate.
In his pain, he felt his body getting colder. It was as if he were falling into an endless void.
He felt something being stripped away from his body—in other words, abandoned.
He sank deeper into the void and felt many blurred and distorted figures approaching him: some with curiosity, some concerned, some greedy, and some eager.
“You’re going to die,” a female voice whispered.
Hearing that voice, he became anxious, ‘Does that mean I’m not dead yet? That means I still have a chance to save myself!’
“It’s futile. Your soul is exhausted and wants to rest,” the voice replied.
‘I can’t die yet! No, you don’t understand. I still want to…’
“Does it matter?” the voice scoffed. “The sun still rises after you’re gone; the moon still shines after you’re gone. The world still moves in your absence. So, tell me, does it ever matter?”