Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Immediately after dying, Noah regained consciousness.

As a faithful believer that what awaits anyone after death is absolute nothingness, he couldn't help but feel confused.

However, nor seemed to be the heaven or hell to which the Bible often alludes.

'... I hope it's not the last, if that's the case.'

Besides the vast screen of light in the middle of it all, Noah was surrounded by overwhelming darkness.

And when Noah tried to explore the darkness, some invisible wall made such an act impossible. No matter which way he headed, the result was the same.

"Where am I...?"

As that question left his mouth, the light screen began to play several blurry images.

Strangely, Noah felt as if he were in a movie theater. Consequently, nostalgic memories flooded him.

He loved all kinds of film, mainly because it was a time he enjoyed with his mother and younger brother.

Whenever he could not bear the reality in which he lived, that was his means of escape; it was an art that cleansed his soul and brought him great peace.

Then, the images became more unambiguous and precise until to reach the scene of... Childbirth?

The perspective was that of a newborn. On the scene was a mother crying happy tears while holding the baby in her arms.

Noah, nothing else to do, watched engrossed like the simple spectator of any movie.

Soon, he began to get bored. "I can't understand anything..."

From the facial features of the people the baby saw with difficulty, Noah identified that they were Asian.

"Shit, am I going to have to learn to speak a new language?" Noah cursed.

Noah was a lousy student. Except for killing, he knew nothing else. Maybe that's why Noah dedicated his whole life to being a hitman.

Not to mention that the underworld was a place where, once you entered, it was difficult, if not impossible, to get out.

It would be even more true for Noah, who spent most of his time killing and making enemies because of it.

But then again, he had nothing else to do, so he kept staring at the light screen.

Two years later, Noah learned to speak a simple and essential Korean. During this period, he did not suffer from hunger or thirst.

But that could not offer him a sense of pride because his achievements belonged exclusively to Seol Jihu...

Whatever Seol Jihu learned, Noah learned as well.

To make it all more mystical and even a little frightening, the emotions derived from the boy's experiences, Noah would feel as well.

Now, two things had remained immutable in Noah during this time.

The first was the constant longing for his family.

And the second was the growing hunch that this film of indeterminate length was highly similar to a history in particular...

Mind you, it may have just been an incredible coincidence that the names and surnames of Seol Jihu's family, matched those in the last web novel he read.

"It can't be, can it?"

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Well, if that was the case, he had nothing to worry about it. It would all work out somehow. 'This is the benefit of knowing the plot.'

A carefree, contradictorily worried laugh arose in the oppressive darkness.

On the other hand, anyone could go crazy in a place like this, but for Noah it was how experiencing a new life.

Besides, it's not like anyone was mourning his death or waiting for him. 'Unless my family is experiencing something similar...'

With that brief interlude, time continued without stopping, and Noah became more confident of one thing.

This world was the Second Coming of Gluttony and Seol Jihu its protagonist!

The people and events on the light screen told him everything he needed to know to confirm it. Not to mention the green world that Seol Jihu's eyes could access and thus Noah.

In parallel, his restlessness grew with time. For all he knew, the people who loved Seol Jihu were poised to suffer a great disaster at his hands.

Noah thought he could ignore it, but it was utterly impossible; he had already formed an irrevocable connection with whatever was projected on the light screen.

Also, because of the similarities the two shared and the effects of being in this place, he couldn't help but empathize and fervently wish that nothing wrong would happen.

However,

"This piece of shit..." What Noah was not wished to have occurred now kept happening again and again Seol Jihu, without a moment's pause, unhesitatingly wounded those who loved and cherished him.

He was a person who did not perceive what he was causing and did not know of the word regret.

At what point did the life that kept him away from boredom and loneliness turn into absolute and complete garbage?

Was it when Seol Jihu first went to enter the casino? Or was it because of the arrogance born of considering himself a unique being, different from others?

Today was particularly anguished.

So much thus that he wanted to pull his hair out of his head and give Seol Jihu a good beating.

It was then.

The light screen began to shrink and transform from its initial rectangular figure to a circular one, like a portal.

He didn't know why, but Noah was somehow sure what would happen when he crossed said portal. Almost like an instinct.

But the sense of newness was not what filled him but a colossal rage and frustration at recent events.

"... Brat, I'm sorry for this, but I can't bear to keep watching you destroy everything around you."

Noah was a selfish, even cruel person. He wasn't going to deny it. He was being allowed to usurp this identity, and he would take it without hesitation.

By this point, though, Noah had become Seol Jihu. He lived, felt, and suffered everything as Seol Jihu, so they were essentially the same person.

Now, the main reason he was going to do it was that there was an opportunity to use the power of the Paradise Gods to revive his family.

Or become powerful enough to accomplish such a feat by himself. And when that happens, given a occasion, he will return his body to Seol Jihu.

So, Noah... No, Seol Jihu stepped through the portal without glancing a second time at the place he had been for over twenty years.

And seven fragments, made of light of different colors each, followed him and melted into his body without Seol Jihu noticing.

Seol Jihu was not the only one who disappeared, but also the light screen—of course, that was not something he could know now after leaving the place.

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