I thought that I have finally reached my dream.
It was a simple dream, something so simple that most people were enjoying it without even realizing its value.
It wasn't like I dreamt of something extraordinary. I didn't want to become a respectable person who will never be seen again or someone who saves the world.
I just had a simple dream.
I wanted to live as a rich slacker. Oh, and to farm a little. Just a little, on a small land with easily cultivatable corps.
"You're dying."
And yet... Here I am, staring at a bastard telling me I can't achieve my most cherished dream.
"So, Let's make a deal."
...Is what the bastard says. Making a deal with that annoying bastard won't help in any way to achieve my dream. it's too obvious that it won't.
"...Well, pretty much. You see, your crazy family will surely destroy the world."
Hmm. They surely would do it. Still, I don't want to have anything to do with this bastard. He's just too annoying.
"Cale Henituse, become my Saint."
"I refuse."
I honestly, from the bottom of my heart, from the deepest part of my soul refuse to become his fucking Saint. Even considering it is terrible.
"...How about becoming one temporary? Just during your stay at that world."
It's still too much, too far from my dream. My peaceful life in some remote place, slacking all year round while farming occasionally.
"Let's make a deal, shall we?"
"...Fuck."
Still, I can't refuse it no matter how much I want to do so. It's irritating, but I really have no choice. The only thing I can do is say goodbye to my slacker life, for now.
Till the day I can finally smack that waste of space, annoying bastard, God of Death in the back of his head. I'll smack him so hard that he won't be able to ever mess with my slacker life again.
I will surely become a slacker. No matter how much time it takes, no matter how hard it is to achieve. I will reach my dream no matter what.
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Note:
...Good luck, Cale.
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