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The Envoy of God

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Shin found himself in front of a supposed God after he died, I am dead? And wait what?! There are demons after me? Are you seriously telling me to become your servant? ... Follow Shin, formerly a normal human and Now the divine Envoy of God as he goes around doing interesting things.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1- Am I dead?

When I opened my eyes, The sight of an extremely handsome man greeted me.

He had long white hair neatly tied behind his head, His eyes were completely gold in color with a slight tint of red. His body was donned in one of those white ancient Chinese clothes for men.

I didn't know how to put it exactly but He also had this refined aura around him.

His every small action from blinking to breathing seemed to have a connection with the flow of the universe.

Seeing such an otherworldly handsome, I was in a trance but quickly collected myself. I hurriedly turned around to see that I was inside a completely white room.

There was no interior design in the room as all I could see were 4 walls surrounding us. I looked down to see that my body was emitting this really cool-looking blue glow.

I was currently sitting in a position that you would see in an Anime where the Protag-Kun meets a god after his death.

"Am... Am I dead?"

I asked something which I never thought I would be asking, And the response was what I expected.

"Yes"

The handsome man replied with a small smile on his face, which definitely wasn't a normal thing to do...

But, Maybe If I am dead then Me talking to him isn't normal in itself.

"I see... Then are you God?"

"Yes"

Welp, Now that answers a lot of questions.

I took a deep breath before closing my eyes. Quite frankly, I didn't know how to react to this situation. It's not like every day that you die and meet a god.

"Your name is Shin, A 16-year-old Human from Earth. Surprisingly You aren't an orphan."

"..."

I was dumbfounded at the word "Surprisingly". What? Am I supposed to be an orphan??

"Wow, You also had friends."

Ok at this point, He is just mocking the 'the one that died is an orphan who didn't have any friends' trope.

"Hehe, Yes I am mocking them. Sadly, It won't change a thing."

"...Why am I surprised that a God can read my mind?"

The God chuckled before the scene around us suddenly changed. The original tasteless white room turned into a room that I was really familiar with.

It was my own room.

"You died here."

The god suddenly appeared behind me and continued to speak.

"On Earth, Your death has been classified as an accident where you killed yourself. Of course, The real reason is because of something else entirely."

I blinked a couple of times. I didn't know how I was supposed to react to this information but If watching an unhealthy amount of Isekai anime had taught me one thing, It was that getting flustered at a time like this was completely useless.

"So... What happened to my family?"

I asked the question which I felt was the most important to me right now.

The God paused for a moment at my question and smiled.

"Oh~ Not going to ask the reason you died?"

I sighed before replying.

"What is the use from knowing it anyway?"

But despite saying those words, I guess both of us knew that I was lying when I said I didn't want to know.

The God nodded before replying to my original question,

"Your family reacted the same way any family would. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and finally Acceptance..."

"I... see"

Today seemed to be a day where I didn't know how to react time and time again. I didn't know what I should do?

Cry?

Maybe I should but tears won't fall that easily, would they? I was presented with my own death so suddenly that I started to compare it with some stupid Anime tropes.

"Wipe those tears first before you say you aren't crying."

The God spoke with the same voice that he had been using from the start. There was no specific change in his tone too.

Yet, For some reason, I felt those words colder than ever.

"Umm, Thank you."

Even if I said that those words were cold, I couldn't help but thank him for making me realize I was crying.

As I began to wipe the teardrops forming in my eyes, The scene changed again back to the white room.

I again took a deep breath and calmed myself down. Even if it was hard, There was no point in crying over spilled milk.

After 10 minutes, I looked at the God's eyes before asking.

"Why am I here?"