Until The Day I Die

Chapter 1: Conversation with Mr. Stalker, I mean, Mr. God

When I opened my eyes, I was in a situation that any normal person has experienced at least five times in their lives....—Why five? Because I like this number.—Which meant that I woke up in an unfamiliar place without having drunk the previous evening.

Was I kidnapped?

Did someone kidnap me because I was too pretty?

In that case, they should have told me sooner that I was pretty, that way I wouldn't have worried so much about my appearance...

While I crossed out the hypothesis of being kidnapped, I sat up.

The entire place was white, I couldn't even distinguish the ceiling from the walls. Just in case, I touched the floor to check that it was still there.

Well, it seems that the floor is still there.

Let's check again just in case it disappears...

Then, I noticed a dog approaching out of the corner of my eye.

Hello, Mr. Kidnapper.

Just in case it was in fact an alien in disguise, I asked the dog:

"Who are you?"

And like any normal dog, it responded in a low voice:

"I am God."

Okay...

I looked around me to check whether there was someone else in the room, but apparently the dog was indeed God.

I reached out my hand and shook its paw before greeting it in a solemn tone.

"Nice to meet you, but why did you bring me here?"

I heard that the sentence for killing a dog was 6 months of prison and €7,500 fine...

Interesting, interesting...

Maybe feeling my thoughts, Mr. God backed away.

Hey, don't leave, I just want to kill you.

Then I heard a low sigh and a young man who looked exactly like my ideal type appeared.

"No, this is just a dog, I am God."

So, when I opened my eyes, I woke up in God's house, something that any normal person does at least five times in their lives.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Why were you hiding then?"

He answered as if it was obvious.

"It's to give off a mysterious feeling. After all, God is a superior being, of course I should seem mysterious."

Okay, so God is a chuuni. Understood.

I pointed to the dog.

"And why is there a dog?"

"What, you don't like dogs?"

He snapped his fingers and the dog disappeared.

Maybe I am dreaming and all of this is a product of my imagination?

Right, I always knew that I had a very creative imagination.

"No, this is not a dream."

So the chuuni, no, God, can read thoughts. Understood.

So the dog is not God? Sad...

I guess I'll have to settle for an intentional homicide then. The sentence will be 30 years longer but, well, not everyone can choose.

"No, why do you want to kill me? And why do you know so much about the sentences for murder?"

What? I not only know about the sentences for murder, but I also know a lot on suicide methods, emotional manipulation and manhwas.