CHAPTER 1: The Bodiless God
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The night ever so silent,
Its buildings bloomed with lights that stretched their shine all over the concrete jungle, mimicking the reflection of the moon.
Yet, even with their mimicking nature,
Standing on one of their towering buildings,
Gazing down with eyes so serious,
A teen stood there preparing to end his life.
His figure standing right at the edge.
The wind whispered with its blows as if a final attempt to announce his departure.
220 m high, yet his eyes showed no fear—No hesitation.
as if death was a show of mercy, Maybe it was.
20 years old yet Zephyr had just finished high school,
Standing there thinking about how he had spent his whole life screwing up.
He had been held back three times, and yet even though he had now finished school, his diploma felt less like a win and more like a participation trophy.
Now, he's got no job, no cash, nothing to show for it.
His parents don't even hide it anymore, the side-eye, the "why can't you be more like your cousin?" talks.
He knows they see him as a disgrace, and it stings every time he walks through that door.
Just yesterday, his mother had been complaining about how he eats too much, speaking about how she can't afford him anymore and how he's supposed to move out.
"Other people have it worse," he muttered, but it doesn't stop the spiral.
He's pissed at himself for caring so much, but he can't shake it off.
University was never an option—because his grades are too shitty,
No money, no plan. Everyone else seems to have their path figured out, and he's just... lost.
What was he even good at?
What did he even want?
He didn't know, and that blank space in his head felt more like a void swallowing him whole.
Then there was the anime, the novels, the comics.
The addictions…
How much he immersed himself, escaping into worlds where losers turn into heroes.
He knew he was hooked, he knew it wasn't "real," but it felt better than facing the mess outside the realm of his consciousness, outside his imagination.
He wasn't dumb—he knew jumping wouldn't fix anything.
But right then, it wasn't about fixing. It was about stopping.
The noise, the failure, the nothing-
He just wanted it quiet.
So he hesitated…
Thinking about how his failures were scarier than death.
Moving his head, he got a glimpse of the long awaiting floor, a glimpse of death coming.
Moving his feet, he moved closer,
And the wind as if impatient blow towards his body,
He almost fell, but he steadied his stance,
His breaths raised higher,
His body began to shake,
But…. He had already made his decision.
He had already decided,
Closing his eyes,
And raising his hands in prayer,
"Forgive me…. God",
Then…. He leaped,
His body dropped,
Yet he felt nothing.
No wind pushing against body,
No feeling of falling slope,
Just… nothing.
It was strange, yet Zephyr still kept his eyes closed,
As if waiting for the pain that was to come,
The pain of body slamming ground,
The pain of soul leaving,
A pain far more pleasant than failure.
"…"
A hug.
That was all he felt, a hug.
He felt as if his body was slowly being embraced,
As if he was being snuggled—cuddled, withheld.
Yet, instead of accepting his instinct of panic, instead of fighting or running in fear,
He just hugged back.
He could feel something caressing his body, he could feel its warmth clinging hold.
But no… felt like someone.
Never in his life had he felt such warmth,
His mother, not like she had never hugged him before, it's just that when she did, he was still too young to remember.
His father, who was rarely around, was far more focused on his failing business than his son.
So it felt foreign, very foreign.
Yet the feeling was far more pleasant than any pleasure he had ever felt, It was warm, soft yet vulnerable,
The space between him and the feeling was so little that he would swear he could hear the sound of his own rapid beating heart.
And now, he could feel a tear falling from his eye.
After a second, he could feel another, only this time from his other.
He was crying,
Even if faint, even if not the first,
It felt pleasant, too pleasant.
Then Zephyr forced himself to open his eyes.
They were bleary at first, but as they retained their sight, he saw it.
he saw him,
He saw God.
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"It's okay, it's okay", God spoke as he stopped the hug and patted my shoulder,
I didn't feel scared, I didn't feel any panic,
I just felt peace.
I didn't know why, but I knew who he was, he didn't need to tell me, he didn't have to speak,
He wasn't speaking, because there was no voice to even begin with, just pending silence filled with understanding.
"Welcome", he continued, moving his body and sitting on a wooden chair.
The room was empty, and only silence covered its purely white-coloured walls,
He didn't have a body, he didn't have a face,
And yet, I could still fully see him,
I could feel him,
I could hear what he was saying.
"What is this?", my words finally questioned, my voice yet speaking released no sound,
"This is the light," he answered, "the path that leads to heaven",
"So I'm going to heaven?",
"Yes",
And before I could question, before I could blink.
A slot machine appeared out of nowhere.
It was large—very, but even then, I didn't even see it appear,
It felt as if it was always there to begin with.
Its base coloured pure white and its screen fully blank,
Then, for a second, I couldn't help but think 'So God gambles', before God laughed and explained that it was a process used for those who fail to understand what they truly desire.
I didn't understand what he meant, but my consciousness felt so calm that I didn't even bother asking.
"Heaven is a destination," he addressed, "a karma that responds to the way you live your life, a karma that responds to desire",
I didn't understand all he spoke, but his soundless words felt so warm that I couldn't help but not interrupt,
"It is a process that goes on for cycles of eternal," he mattered "cycles of life rebirth",
As he looked at the slot machine, I moved my body and put my hand on its steady handle,
"This is your first cycle," he spoke, moving closer to my direction, "so I'll give you a gift",
And I didn't question, I just moved my hand and pulled the slot.
It spun, yet even with its pace, it made no audible sound.
After what seemed to be eternity, it stopped.
~ [Mahoraga]
I was stunned, I didn't know why that was, but the word sounded too familiar, and before I could process the happenings
"Now for the world", God spoke, as the word written on the slot machine turned blank.
Once again, I moved my hand and placed it on the handle, pulled its liver.
Then it spun.
After the passing of what felt like millions of seconds, it stopped
~ [Solo leveling]
"Potential", I could hear God speak,
And yet again, before my thoughts could question,
"Don't go out there destroying the world, will you", he words spoke loud, as a smile adorned his empty face.
I didn't know how I could see the smile, I didn't know why I stared at it so deep—but I could see it,
It was wide and unsettling,
And before I could process my thoughts—I was gone,
my body.
my consciousness.
my thoughts.
all rendered unresponsive
Inanimate
Out cold,
And yet my ears still heard him as he spoke his final words.
"Have a good second life, Zephyr."
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