The Beginning After The End
What happens after one dies?
Scientifically after death, vital functions of one's body stop entirely and the brain stops functioning.
To put it in a simple term, after death one simply no longer exists and their existence ceases from the universe. They simply become someone from the past who holds no actual value in the world.
Or…
Is that really the case?
According to nearly all religions and mythologies the answer to that question would be… no.
One could either go to heaven or hell, be stuck in endless reincarnation or maybe they would have to wait until the end of the world and be stuck in the world as a ghost. Those are merely a few of many possibilities.
"That is all bullshit." Have said many atheists.
But one religion could be wrong; maybe they simply wrote a mere fictional story but how could so many myths have after life in common?
What could possibly be the truth of the mystery…? Which among them could be the actual truth…?
Even if we consider the afterlife to be the truth one question remains. Among many afterlife theories, what could be the reality?
Heaven or hell? Reincarnation? Which type of reincarnation? Ghost life? Waiting for the day of judgement? Becoming a spectator of the world? Or something else?
The answer would…
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"So… I will have to design the whole afterlife system? Without your help…" Max asked calmly with a peaceful smile while looking at the floating Ball.
"Yes." The Ball also replied calmly.
Max's smile grew bigger and he stayed quiet for a solid 10 seconds. He stared at the ball calmly before he suddenly stopped smiling and grabbed the Ball with anger washing over him.
"I have been doing everything for- like- thousands of years alone! I simply asked you to help me create the afterlife as you asked me before and now you are telling me I have to make an infinite layer of structure alone! At that- I must do it one by one!?'
The Ball did not react at all. After all, no matter how much physical pressure Max applied he could have not harmed the Ball at all. As long as he exists, so will it.
"I am doing this for your own sake… your speed is very slow and so is your imagination. It is bound by a mortal mindset which could be very harmful for you in near future…" The Ball replied, still remaining calm.
"This useless thing again… I was a mortal not long ago! How could you possibly understand everything about creating the universe in an instant?"
Max paused out of blue and let out a sigh before letting go of the Ball and calmed himself down before speaking once again.
"I think I did pretty well… I created like a hundred solar galaxies in just a few thousand years… I think it's good, right?"
"To be precise, it took you around ninety eight thousand years to make seventy two solar systems having an average of twelve heavenly bodies in it." The Ball answered almost instantly.
"I-I think that is good?" Max said softly with a nervous laugh and smile.
"It is certainly more than I expected… at least for someone with such a weak mind like yourself. On average other Gods at the same level could easily make dozens of solar systems in a matter of seconds." The Ball voice held more and more disappointment as he continued to speak.
"...Just how many times will you call me dumb?" Max looked away with a frown.
"As many times it is needed. The reason for my sole existence is to make this origin greater. "At least make it reach a passable level. It is certainly not to help you so do not expect me to console you."" The Ball's voice slowly became more and more distant; it felt like… a void of emotions.
"..."
Max said nothing and simply teleported to a distant place where he could look at something beautiful to calm his mind down.
Something that beautiful was… his creation.
The cluster of solar systems and its twinkling star made a vision far more beautiful than anything that Max could have originally ever seen back in his world.
Although the cluster merely carried seventy or so solar systems the scenery was still something completely out of the world that seemed to captivate anyone who looked at it.
Max stayed motionless but his eyes roamed around looking at each and every star and its every single planet. Yet among all kinds of planets the one he adored the most was the planet he created first… the one which was no longer unnamed. It was called "Boome" by the humans who lived there.
However, seeing it made Max's eyes saddened. Why…? Because Max did not merely see all the goods but also bad and even worse… he was able to see the suffering of those who had died and were stuck in a point where they were something which could not be explained at all.
They were not even ghosts…
Max sighed and looked away from the disaster. Max blinked a few times wondering how he should exactly make the afterlife like he was asked for by the Ball with a scowl expression.
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A few thousand years ago…
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"So… basically there are already infinite layers of realms in this world each containing infinite stacks of realms…?" Max asked bewildered.
"Indeed. And every origin has infinite layers of realms; it simply depends on the competency of the God whether they can utilise all of them or not." The Ball answered sedately.
"And you want me to take two of them and turn them into heaven and hell…?" Max asked, puzzled.
"Yes. One should be heaven and another should be hell. If you wish you can also make another structure for reincarnation. Choice is yours." The Ball remained calm despite how uneasy Max looked.
"Wait a damn minute… you said it depends on the competency of the God when it comes to utilising these realms you seem to be confident in me about being able to use them all-" Max said, abandoning all the nervousness in an instant and a smirk of confidence appearing on his face.
"I simply believe in myself. I know I will somehow be able to make that incompetent life of yours into something good." The Ball said with a little teasing tone.
"..."
Max's smile disappeared in the blink of an eye and he simply had a straight face as he stared at the ball before mumbling something.
"I really… really… hate you."