Y/n L/n was just an ordinary high school student, until he died in a freak accident caused by God's mistake. One moment, he was walking home, and the next, he finds himself face to face with the Creator himself.
Feeling guilty for the accidental dea...
High above the clouds, beyond the reach of the mortal world, two men sat across from each other on a set of tatami mats. The sky stretched endlessly around them, bathed in a serene golden glow. A simple wooden table stood between them, adorned with a teapot and two porcelain cups.
One of the men was a young high school student with black hair and blue eyes, still clad in his school uniform, his expression calm despite the surreal circumstances.
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Opposite him sat an elderly man with a long white beard, dressed in flowing celestial robes. In his hand was a steaming cup of tea, with the words "God" boldly inscribed on the side.
God: "I'm terribly sorry about this, but... you're dead."
A sheepish chuckle escaped his lips as he rubbed the back of his head.
God: "I, uh... made a bit of a blunder and accidentally dropped some lightning on the world below. Didn't think anyone would be standing right where it landed. Truly, my bad."
The young man stared at him for a moment, then exhaled through his nose.
Y/n: "...Wow. That's rough."
A long pause.
There was a long pause and the deity shifted uncomfortably, clearly expecting shock, panic, or outrage.
God: "Uh... L/n?"
Y/n: "Yeah?"
God: "You... you're taking this pretty well."
Y/n: "Should I be freaking out?"
God: "I mean, that's the usual reaction, yeah."
Y/n: "I dunno. Maybe it just hasn't hit me yet. Or maybe it's the fact that I'm sitting here talking to, well... you that makes it easier to believe."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
Y/n: "Still, dying at seventeen? Feels like I got booted from the game before I even reached the good part."
God: "Yes, well... that's precisely why I called you here."
God cleared his throat, his expression growing a bit more serious.
God: "Since your death was, ah... let's call it an oversight on my part, I figured it's only fair I make it up to you."
Y/n leaned forward, resting an elbow on the table.
Y/n: "You're saying that like you're about to offer me something cool."
God: "How about... a second chance? A new life in another world. Call it a divine compensation package."
