After all these months, it should be quite obvious that boredom is my number one enemy. I have tried everything starting with cooking and ending with staring at snow-white corners of a huuuge purgetory's room. Frankly, I even tried talking to Latia like an hour ago, but she wouldn't say nothing more except for either cooking or eating. Surprisingly, she told me that she hadn't eaten pasta, which surprised me... Do angels need to eat anyway? Well, I became a God's chef for whatever reason, which, to put it simply, stands out in a rather...strange way. Aaanywaay, back to me being bored as Hell.

"Can I at least watch some TV shows?" I asked as politely as I could 'The Walking Corpses' is getting a new season like now"

"No, you can't"

"So how about games?"

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"Nope"

"Why?"

"You'd be less focused on God's tasks" Her face expression was filled with darkness.

"So when can I meet the God himself then?" I could not take it any further "He was the one that wanted me to be here in the first place, so why am I not allowed to meet him for heck sake"

She gasped.

"I thought I had given you a reason" Latia flew over to me " you'll meet him when you reach level 50 "

"And I'm only like...6? Come on, it is gonna take years if I'm lucky"

"Or an eternity... we're still in purgatory"

"Well, that's a relief!"

"You don't want to be here with me for so long, huh?"

"Not sure what to answer"

"God is not as you imagine"

I honestly open to slap both him and her in the face.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out someday"

"Right...A cliche novel response"

"Get back to work"

"Naaah" I walked to one of the corners and then sat down "I'm looking forward to sitting here, thak you very much"

"....Fine....I'll ask him"