"Father..?" A cute girl with a slightly chubby face whispered softly.
His father was sitting on the ground kneeling. His shoulders were shaking slightly.
She can only watch helplessly in front of her dead spouse as her consciousness is copied onto a chip.
Copying consciousness onto a chip was easy, and the end of that fate only took two ways.
Finding a soul in the Universe of the Dead or a metallic robot.
The man was desperate and tried every means to send his wife to the nether world. He didn't care about any illegality, fraud or anything.
The little girl was alone.
She had been withdrawn since her mother's death.
His father never even looked at him again.
He became an obsessive maniac, unable to suppress his growing greed over time, and only worked day and night to eventually climb his career. He could have tried any means, not even remembering that he had a daughter, let alone remembering that he neglected his daughter.
Everything was so lonely and painful that the pleasure of power blinded them.
It was the only thing in life that made his presence felt.
Or... what was the meaning of his life?
He would be happy, fate would laugh at him as long as he worked hard and could get to the nether world!
Time passed, the little girl grew up.
The girl satisfied herself by eating and gradually got fatter.
His father satisfied him with work, and he grew weaker, until he was emaciated.
The girl locked herself in her room and just played games. She had neither friends nor acquaintances.
Till that day.
Until some people who want power in the Universe of the Dead use it.
The girl uneasily asked, "So this is a simulation?"
"Yes, npc* realm of the nether world. You've earned the right to do the trial test version, little girl, how about you try it?" The girl did not see the man's sly look and stood up excitedly.
"Become the god of this world..."
The naive girl who had never had human relations in her life easily accepted.
Until you thought it was just an interesting game.
"They're just an npc, they don't have feelings, they don't have feelings..." in this way, their behavior was further exacerbated. The only fun of your life...
A faint longing flashed in the eyes looking at the characters on the screen.
He didn't have a mother.
His father never loved him like this...
He never had a single friend...
All he had was this fat body tucked between four walls, entwined with metallic cold tools.
He looked in the mirror.
His bulging face, his belly that his shirt almost couldn't cover.
Angrily, he threw the mirror to the ground, and shards of glass scattered into each piece.
Is that why his father didn't love him? It looked like a creature... a shapeless monster!
Why would he get an annoying and impatient look every time he went to her?!
Her eyes reddened, even the oils from her trembling body shook, and she just wanted to die when she saw the funny image of her through the glass shards on the floor.
"No, no Samara! Wake up! You don't need anyone! You're a god! No matter how much a game it is… the gods are strong, you must stand strong! Does the god ever cry?" She hesitated.
She didn't want to be God.
He bowed his head and fell to the ground.
Even if he died right now, no one would notice that he was dead.
She slowly got up, went back to the screen, jealous. He cried when he saw people happy. Even npc's were happy she...he had never smiled in his life...
When she tried to smile, her small eyes disappeared into the fat, creating a hideous look.
So much so that he did not look in the mirror.
He didn't even know when he had gained so much weight.
Touched the screen...if only it was an npc...
No, don't think! He is so happy! Happy...he was really happy!!
She plucked her hair, plucked and plucked.
Intense lines of scratches appeared from the corner of his suit, so that it was impossible to tell how many times he had tried to commit suicide.
From wrists to arms.
Even when he went to the hospital…his father had never come to see him.
The happily smiling npc on the screen looked up and felt that this smile was quite dazzling.
He hesitated at first.
"They're just npc..."
Thus, a 'fiction' issue with a bad ending began.
This situation continued until that day.
Strangely until the Npc resurrected and set in front of them as holograms!
He was scared.
He was shocked.
How could it be? an npc? Just what should have been a computer algorithm. By the time he realized he had been duped, it was too late.
His father was arrested.
A few days later, he heard the news of his suicide.
HE...
His father died.
Strangely, he couldn't cry but felt like he couldn't breathe.
In an instant, it was as if his entire existence had been wiped out from the universe.
No one would ever know of its existence again.
When arrested.
He had already been diagnosed with depression. Over time, it completely lost its logic.
Finally he encountered Npc again.
He was killed and his consciousness was transferred to an environment worse than hell in the Universe of the Dead. An endless cycle of pain and suffering. He was suffering the consequences of his actions...
Samara couldn't stand it.
She wanted to shout.
I did not know..! Mr npc, sorry, I didn't know!
Who wouldn't play? Who wouldn't kill someone in the game? It was just a routine. He never knew, he only knew as a game.
But does not knowing change the things you do? Can a simple apology undo the damage it has done?
If it were, there would be no need for laws. There would be neither police nor courts where justice should be mentioned.
He was left alone with his stupidity.
He felt unfair.
Why was it forbidden for him to be happy in his life?!
He couldn't stand it, couldn't stand it, and eventually collapsed.
He sat in a corner, staring blankly at the ground.
Did they feel that way too?
ha ha...
"Hahaha...!" She buried her head in her hand, tears streaming through her fingers.
Finally...
Why was there? What was the purpose of his life? Not worth as much as a bug. It was a useless piece of crap! A waste of oxygen!
His mother died, his father left... what was he waiting for?
Just like mr npc did he wanted to explode his chip and just disappear.
When someone stops him at the time of suicide.
stunned.
How long had it been since he had seen a human face?
"Who are you ?"
Someone from the front. The man with an ID card that reads 121 on his left, another man with a card named Negative on his right.
The person in the middle and front spoke.
"Haimi, ruler of this universe"
Samara bowed her head. Would he be scolded again? Maybe he would hit her? He flinched, shrinking his body. After all, he had made a mistake.
"Do you regret it?"
Samara was stunned.
Regret?
Yes, he harbored deep hatred and remorse for his stupidity.
How could it be so pure?
"How would you like to make a deal?"
Samara looked up in surprise. He was hesitant.
This time he didn't trust quickly.
He was scared.
Will it be used again?
Haimi sighed, seeing his hesitation.
"Ji Yun is the one who authorized me"
"Mr npc?" Samara's eyes widened. Mr npc has done very bad things to him. What if this is just another revenge?
But she owed him...
"How can I trust you?"
With a sigh, Haimi pointed to the evidence.
Samara was sure now.
But he was hesitant.
mr npc still thinks he hasn't paid his debt?
"Well!"
He would do whatever he wanted.
He must repay his debt before he dies, she thought.
Haimi sighed. The little girl must have thought she was going to torment her. Despite this, she was accepting.
"Your mission is to save lives that end in regret-"
Thus, the order that was about to collapse would be balanced.
And he would pay his penance.
But at the same time, perhaps he would find the happiness he was looking for.
-Finished-