The moment I regained consciousness, I was inside a white room.
"Wha- Isnt this the studio set for Weekly Id*l?!"
White walls, white floor and white ceiling.
Although a stupid thought suddenly came to me, I pushed it on the depths of my mind because it is impossiblefor me to be on that kind of place.
I'm not an id*l so that is choice excluded.
I'm not the host so I would cross that out too.
Heck, I'm not even qualified to be a studio staff member so I turned the posibility down.
Furthermore, there seemed to be no doors nor windows.
Without anything else, no furnitures nor decors.
"Then how is it so bright here when there's no light?"
This room feels like light itself.
And by the way.
"How did I even get inside here?"
Is one of those rooms with hidden trap doors or rotating walls?
I don't think so.
At least, that is what my intuition tells me.
Should I try looking around?
The space is only small, about 25 sqm, looking at it this way, its like I'm trapped inside a cube.
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White.
It's just white.
Everywhere is white.
Excluding me, of course.
Wait, as far as I can remember, I was dying...
Or should I say, "died".
"Is this what they called Heaven?"
That thought came to my mind but...
"Where are the angels? The Heaven's Gate? The Shouldn't this be place have a more heavenly feel than this? Although I think hell wouldn't look like this either, but ain't this place a bit cheap?"
Various nonsensical thoughts filled my head again when suddenly, I felt the space around me shook as if an earthquake had just occurred.
[Hmm... Welcome, and good job in getting to this place, my child. Although you've already realized the fact, but I'll tell you again - you've died.]
"Wha- Who's there?!"
A voice resounded in the room as if coming from all six directions. It aounds mechanical devoid of any emotion like the ones that were synthesized on computers.
The voice sounds different at each time, sometimes it sounds like an old man, then it becomes the voice of a man, then halfway through the word, it sounds like an old woman, then sometimes a child.
[It seems that you're quite surprised. But so am I. Who would have thought thag it would take almost a millennia for me to notice that you're already here.]
"A 'millennia' you say? Isnt it just a few minutes since I've woke up?"
Hearing the voice, I was surprised not because it took him a long tkme to notice me but because he seemed to be waiting for me.
[Ahh... It's because the time flow jn this divine plane that I've ceeated is different to the time flow of your world. Anyway, let's get down to business.]
"Business? He's a businessmen? A door-to-door sales man? Or should it be a room-to-room salesman..."
[Quite audacious, arent we? To calling a God such as myself with such nicknames, you are the first.]
"Eh- ahh... No... ummm..."
If I didn't realized just now that this self-proclaimed God can read minds, I might have given him more nicknames.
[Indeed, this one here is a God.]
[Gods are born, or should I say created by the will of the universe.]
[When there is a need for a God, he will be created. They would then absorb the will that is compatible to them from the denizens of the world they govern.]
[These will is the faith of theirworshipers. Needless to say, a God that is not deified is deemed as a failure and can only be resigned to its only fate which is the eradication of its existence.]
[There are many Gods from your world who have already met the same fate.]
[Needless to say, I am one of those Gods who are still alive and kicking! Ha haha hahaha!]
Ignoring his long monologue followed by a three-staged maniacal laughther, I pushed the matter that was making me curious right now.
"Umm... I don't care about that... Then can you tell me why am I here?"
[YOU-! *cough* You're right, I should make this fast or else-]
Although I think I could hear him grumbling something inaudible, I decided to remain silent and wait for him to continue.
[It's because I will send you to another world!]
"Haaaah......?"