Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 138 1 Mao 2, wake up!

I thought I was going to die, at least in this desperate situation. With the powerful effect of this mosquito repellent, once I passed out, I'd be completely at the mercy of humans.

I don't know where the other flies went, or where they fled to, but that doesn't matter anymore, because I've come this far, and this is all I can go.

After I passed out, I had a very strange dream. I was in a place that looked like heaven. It was very beautiful and very big, but no matter how I flew, I couldn't see anyone.

Not to mention people, you can't see any other creatures either. Apart from the scenes that resemble those in fantasy novels, you really can't see anything else.

I flew around in the air in a panic, but no matter how far I flew, I couldn't see any living creatures, not even a ghost.

I just kept flying and flying there, as if there was only daytime and no night. No matter how long I flew, it was always daytime.

I kept flying and flying. When I got tired, I would rest on the flowers. When I was thirsty, I would drink water from the stream. When I was hungry, I would eat some pollen and then continue flying.

I don't know how long I flew, or how far I flew. I just kept flying in this strange place, in this strange space, and kept flying.

I don't know how much time has passed, maybe a day, maybe a year, or even a year. I've forgotten. When there's no time as a reference point, when there's no one around, time loses all meaning.

I continued flying, and just when I was about to give up, I suddenly heard a very gentle voice calling my name.

"One cent and two cents."

I looked around frantically. But there was nothing there; there really was nothing around except for flowers, plants, and trees.

I looked up at the sky, puzzled. The sound seemed to have come from there, but the white clouds were still drifting lazily by. There was nothing there at all.

I looked around for a long time, puzzled, but found nothing. I thought it was just my imagination, so I continued flying forward.

How could there be nothing here? Even if there are no humans, there must be animals, otherwise this place would be far too quiet.

The sound appeared again after I had been flying for a while.

"One cent and two cents, wake up!" This time the voice was full of anxiety.

This time it wasn't a hallucination. I quickly looked around, but there was still nothing there. Where did this sound come from?

I looked around carefully, feeling quite annoyed. I even examined the suspicious flowers on the ground, wondering if they had come to life and could talk.

It seems I was overthinking it; it's obviously not true. But where did that sound come from?

I searched for ages but couldn't find it. Where did that sound come from?

So I stopped moving and waited for the sound to come. Since the sound knew, it would definitely call me again, and that way I would know where the sound was coming from.

"Twelve cents. Wake up!"

Sure enough, the sound rang out again after a short while, but strangely, why was it trying to wake me up? I'm awake right now.

I looked toward the source of the sound, feeling quite annoyed, and saw that it was coming from the air.

So I flew into the air. But there was nothing there. Was I not flying high enough?

So I desperately tried to fly higher into the sky, wanting to see what was calling me from up there.

I flew as fast as I could. But there was nothing there except for the drifting white clouds.

Just as I was filled with confusion, a pitch-black hole suddenly appeared in the sky, and I was instantly sucked into it. I was drawn in by a powerful force, unable to move an inch, as if I had been sucked into a black hole.

Let alone flapping my wings, even moving my hands and feet is extremely difficult for me.

Then I fell into a state of weightlessness and plummeted rapidly into that black hole.

Now I can move my hands and feet, but I still can't move my wings. All I can do now is flail my arms and legs in the air and fall rapidly into the darkness.

Gradually, the surroundings were completely plunged into an unknown darkness, a darkness that could no longer be called darkness, but rather a thick ink all around me.

I discovered that when I open my eyes, they look exactly the same as when I close them. Why do I close my eyes?

Isn't that obvious? Falling from that height, how could you not close your eyes? You'd be terrified.

I closed my eyes and fell downwards in great fear. I don't know how long I fell, but I didn't feel the sensation of falling to my death. Instead, I felt weak all over, as if I had been given anesthesia.

I tried to move my hands and feet, but I couldn't; I couldn't move them at all. Even opening my eyes was so difficult.

"One cent and two cents, wake up!" The voice came again.

I struggled to open my eyes, wanting to see who was calling me, but my eyelids felt like they were being held down by a thousand-pound boulder, and I couldn't open them at all.

But I still really wanted to open my eyes and see who was calling my name. Although it was very difficult, I didn't give up. I was just too curious.

So I tried desperately to open my eyes, and with my relentless efforts, I finally managed to slowly open them.

When I opened my eyes, I saw an exceptionally beautiful butterfly looking at me.

They looked at me with such concern, like angels. Had I arrived in heaven? Was this the animal paradise? Were butterflies angels? Had they come to welcome me?

I thought bitterly to myself, "I really did die. I'm so useless. I actually died."

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but cry. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I felt so wronged, so unwilling, so desperate. It was all over.

"One cent two, you're awake? That's wonderful!" the butterfly on my pet chirped happily.

Holy crap, am I really that happy to wake up? Is this a sign that I'm being taken to be reincarnated or something? Does Heaven now have a quota for collecting souls? Do they not complete their quota if they don't collect a certain number of kind souls each month?

So, I guess I'm only going to heaven because I'm a kind soul? After all, I was often called a good person when I was alive, and it wasn't for nothing.

Now that I know I've reached heaven, I can close my eyes in peace. I hope I can be a good person in my next life. That's enough. I'm tired. Endless running for my life, endless being hunted down, I'm really tired. I want to get some sleep.

P.S.: Writing a novel while sipping coffee...