Yury berlot.
My name before I died.
Yury berlot.
My second name was still the same.
I died due to kung cancer, for 16 years i lived nearly half of my life in the same hospital, the same room, the same nurse, and the same medical assistant.
I'm tired...
I felt like deleting this novel so many times, but I'm only hanging on by a thread. I made a promise and I'm going to keep that promise.
But it's not going to stop me from taking thousands of years to update and I apologize for that, but sadly my translator suddenly disappeared on me and refuse to bother looking at all my messages that I've send throughout last year and this year.
I don't if she's alive, but for now I have to depend on google translate once again.
Deepest apologize if nothing makes sense.
See you in the next(?) chapter my little darknesses!
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"89, 90, 100."
Another three souls were killed by the same serial killer, which mean another duty for the angels or devils to deal with. It's unfortunate, but I can't do anything about it. I'm not the god of life, nor the god of luck.
Dipping my fingertip into the cold water, I watched as the scenario change multiple times from different planets and different locations. I find it rather entertaining to watch as both human and different alien creatures acted exactly the same, so selfish and greedy.
They heavily reminded me of my younger sister, so ugly and so stupid. Yet some how intelligent, and creative with how they live out their lives.
I watched mothers kissed their children goodbye from both sad and happy events, I watched as fathers jumped up and down in joy from good news, I watched as children cry over the most idiotic things, and I watched as people die for young to old ages.
Plucking my fingers around the water, I couldn't help but sigh.
It was also the same.
There's not a single day where someone passes away, and the angels and devils have to took care of them before chucking them aside. The gods don't even care for the angels if I have to be completely honest. They all have the same appearances, light blond hair, and those stupid blue eyes.
Of course, blond hair and blue eyes meant good luck and miracles in the medieval times. It meant that an angel was reincarnated as a baby to bring wishes and miracles for the "entire" world.
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥.
So what?! Who cares if you have blond hair with blue eyes, it doesn't mean SHIT.
It's just fucking genetics!
YET SOME PEOPLE JUST WANNA BE SOOO SPECIAL.
I don't hate blond hair with blue eyes, after all I have them as well.
I'm completely fine with how I look, it's what makes me "me"!
I hate how people called me a beautiful goddess. I wanted to snipped out their tongues, which I'd be in complete trouble but who gives a damn.
Feel irritated, I flicked the water one more time.
And all I saw was a boy sitting on a hospital bed with a book. Completely normal right?
𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝙽𝙾.
BECAUSE A MORTAL IS HOLDING MY NOVEL THAT I WROTE WITH TEARS IN MY EYES FROM ALL THE SAD K-DRAMAS AND C-DRAMAS I'VE BEEN WATCHING.
I seriously cannot believe someone had the guts to sell my novel to the HUMAN world! I made that only for me to read!!
"Calm yourself ???"
Turning around, I saw the god of the sun in front of me.
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GOD DAMN WAS THIS MAN FINE AS HELL.
"I've never thought you would visit me out of all people, Sunniva. What brings you here to my humble realm?"
He gave me a small smile before walking towards me, bad intentions possibly.
"Am I not allowed to meet my future wife? Solana, you know me better then this."
He wrapped his arms around my waistline, stared deeply into my eyes as if to uncover my darkest secrets. I hated him for 30,000 years, and fallen in love with him not too long ago. For his looks I mean.
"Oh please, the last time you came here you've stolen my garden flowers for your 23rd wife." I scoffed at his way of being sweet towards me, I've may have fallen for his looks but his personality always comes right back to slap me in the face.
"Solana, please don't be too angry at me. I have to love all my wives and treat them all equally. Besides the point, you're the most beautiful in your realm, you've already agreed to become my 24th wife."
"Sunniva, that was long before I knew you've already married 23 other ladies than me. You know that I've only fallen for your looks only."
Sunniva smiled hasn't waver yet, instead he seemed awfully proud.
"Then I guess we're both scums."
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Meet Solana. Got something to do with our main character.
