A message from an otherworldly source appeared before Necro's eyes, bearing an unsettling revelation. GOD's words resonated within him, recounting a life shrouded in darkness and iniquity. A life that bore the weight of countless deaths and faked deaths, a life steeped in sinister deeds.
GOD's message continued: "In your first life, you caused the death of more than 70 million people, faked your death, escaped to another continent, and died of old age.
U suffered nothing, so another chance was given to u, u were born in a peaceful country and became a boring salaryman who died old and fat at a hospital and helped no one in both lives.
You suffered no consequences, so here is a chance for redemption, THE LAST ONE."
The words hung heavy in the air. Necro's past actions, his choices, and the consequences he evaded all converged to paint a grim picture.
Attached to the message were two videos, each a glimpse into the final moments of his previous life. The first video unfolded within the confines of a hospital room. A Japanese man, bloated by time and age, lay on a hospital bed. The rhythmic beeping of a heartbeat monitor punctuated the room's silence, joined only by the sound of a woman's quiet sobs.
"Dad, I'm sorry," a woman's voice choked with emotion said. "The doctor said you're on the transplant list, but you're not at the top. He didn't say why."
The man's voice trembled, laden with regret. "Don't blame the doctor. The drugs I used in my youth... they're to blame. No, I'm to blame."
"I did so much without thinking of the consequences," he continued, his voice heavy with regret. "I was like leaves in the wind, unable to control my own life. The only good thing was you."
The man's voice grew softer. "In my room back home, there's a red envelope. Please read it."
Desperation filled the room as the woman implored, "Dad, please don't say that. We have many years together. My baby will be born in two months. Don't you want to know?"
The man's response was laden with a mixture of curiosity and resignation. "Yes, what is it?"
"It's a girl," the woman shared, her voice tinged with fragile hope.
A brief pause hung in the air before the man responded, "Oh? That's good. I hope she comes into this world healthy." His thoughts drifted as he spoke. "Please open the curtains for your old dad. Have you decided on a name?"
"Yes, it will be Haruna," the woman answered, the room briefly brightened as she pulled open the curtains. "Look, it's as bright as the name, don't you think?"
As the morning light filtered into the room, the man's past unfurled before him, each scene painting a portrait of a life fraught with missteps and regrets. The woman's hope and the man's quiet reflection held a somber harmony.
But the video's conclusion held a twist of fate that struck like a thunderclap. As the woman gazed out the window, waiting for her father's response, a silence fell over the room, interrupted only by the sound of a flatlining heartbeat monitor. Panic etched across the woman's face as she turned to the monitor, her cries for a doctor growing frantic.
In her haste, she fled the room, leaving behind a haunting symphony of screams that reverberated through the corridor. In the midst of it all, the man's thoughts lingered on the unfulfilled desire.
The unspoken words that remained trapped behind his lips, "I wanna see my bright granddaughter"