I sell Coke in the doomsday

On the huge flower plant, the bud that had been tightly closed finally bloomed, and countless pollens fell, like a heavy rain.

A huge gap suddenly appeared in the dark clouds, in which arcs of electricity intertwined, converged, and turned into a pupil.

Black clouds are eyes and lightning is pupils.

Exactly, that bastard god who was messing with my life.

My consciousness gradually blurred and my vision became dim. I looked at Tongtong looking up at the sky, looking at that huge eye, and shouted loudly.

"I want to make a wish."

"My wish is..."

Tongtong's voice suddenly stopped in my mind. From then on, I completely lost consciousness and sank into darkness.

In the darkness, I remembered Tongtong’s childish singing, and that voice seemed to echo in my ears.

"The dark sky hangs low."

"The bright stars follow."

"The insects are flying, the insects are flying."

"Who are you missing?"

(Volume 1, end.)

Chapter 1 The Beginning is the End

In the dim room, a black and white TV was flickering. On the screen was a young man with a handsome face but a blank expression. He spoke slowly in a flat tone, as if he was telling a story.

"If there is anything I will remember until my next life, it must be that."

"To this day, I still remember clearly that after biting me, the damn zombie spat at me and walked away with a gloomy face."

"I didn't die, nor did I go crazy, nor did I turn into a zombie. On the contrary, from then on, all the zombies accepted me as one of their own kind and never attacked me again."

"Actually, it's okay for them to attack me. At most, I'll just get spitted at a few times."

"As for my body and my career in this apocalypse, they are just like the end of the world. They are extremely perfunctory and shitty."

"Ten years ago, on an ordinary day, almost everyone on the planet received a scam text message that was a prank."

"Hello, I am the God of Creation on Earth. Now I am making a bet with the Goddess of Creation next door. As long as you reply and call me dad three times, the Goddess of Creation will lose."

"When I win, I will grant you one wish, no matter how outrageous it is."

"There is no doubt that everyone thought this stupid text message was a prank, and I was no exception."

"But at that time, I was already seriously ill and dying. Lying on the hospital bed, I had some unknown thought in my mind. Like a fool, I called him "Dad" three times and made...my...wish."

"Fuck!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of electric explosion from the black and white TV, the screen kept flickering, and the man's voice became strange, as if it was broken by a strange frequency band.

I don't know when it started, but I sat in front of that black and white TV, looking at myself on the screen with a gloomy look in my eyes.

I don't know what happened. I just remember that after I fell unconscious, I came to this room, and the black and white TV began to play my inner monologue.

However, every time this segment was reached, there would be a problem with the frequency band of the black and white TV, and all the progress would return to the starting point, and the me on TV would have to start from the beginning again.

The cycle repeats itself, over and over again.

There is also time in this room, with a clear countdown on the black and white TV screen.

If this time is true, then I have been in this mysterious room for a whole year.

I was not the only audience member in the room. Next to me sat a younger version of myself.

This is not my first time here, nor is it the first time I have seen this younger me.

As far as I can remember, I have been here before in a dream. The young me in front of me claimed to be my physical body. It was because of my wish that my separate consciousness was born to ensure my immortality, and it was functioning as I wished.

Honestly, I had no idea what he was saying, I just remember him saying it.

Due to some special reasons, my body has accumulated many "bugs" related to immortality. I have been suppressing these bugs, but if these bugs continue to accumulate, these fatal errors will be completely out of control in a hundred years.

Or some words I don't understand.

But now I don’t care anymore.

I sat there quietly, my heart as dead as a tree, like a walking corpse, without any sadness or joy.

I had already lost that bet, and Ajie and the others were also dead.

The only remaining humans died because of my incompetence.

What qualifications do I have to continue to survive in this world?

It would be better to let me be trapped in this consciousness space forever as a punishment for me.

"What do you think a healthy body should look like?"

Suddenly, the younger version of myself spoke to me, but I remained indifferent and just stared at myself on the black and white TV like a puppet.

I was like a dead fish that jumped onto the shore, slowly suffocated, and then countless worms grew out of my body, emitting a rotten smell.

The younger me ignored me and continued talking on his own.

"Immortality, no, no, an eternally healthy body is not such a simple thing."

“Healthy is a very demanding word.”

"For example, losing one's memory... is that considered healthy?"

"Naturally it doesn't count. Your memories can be forgotten naturally, but they cannot be erased by external forces."

"But what if the gods intervene?"

From the very beginning, I didn't care about that younger me, and I had no interest in what he said, until this moment, when something moved in my heart and I slowly turned around to look at that younger me.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

When I heard this, I picked up the remote control and pressed it lightly.

"Why don't you take a look for yourself."

The next moment, the black and white TV screen shook, and a few seconds later, a new picture appeared.

With the crude resolution, Tongtong slowly raised her blood-stained face, looked up at the sky, and shouted loudly.

"I want to make a wish."

"My wish is to continue living without being hated by him."

Hearing this wish, my heart suddenly tightened. I had heard Tongtong say this a long time ago.

She wanted to live, but she was also afraid that I would hate her.

I lowered my brows, feeling a little powerless. It turned out that Tongtong's wish was so simple? I looked down and murmured softly.

"How foolish of me to have no such wish."

"Obviously I won't hate her."

Hearing this, I, who was younger than me, sneered.

"You're lying. You just hate her."

I suddenly looked up, looked at the younger me, and roared.

"I don't!"

The young me looked at me with contempt and sneered.

"I am you and you are me."

"You want to lie to yourself?"

"You know, even if we keep saying that we can understand Tongtong's behavior, there is still a knot in our hearts."

"You hate her, and you hate yourself."

"She understands this. No matter what, we can't go back to the way we were before."

"That's why she made this wish."

At this point, the young me paused, looked at me deeply, and asked.

"Do you know how the gods explain this wish?"

"God, turn back time to ten years ago."

"At the same time, reset your memory so you can start over."

"You will meet Hitomi again, and then both of you will have no memory of what happened before. You will get to know each other again, become familiar with each other, and begin to rely on each other."

"And Tongtong's memory will not be truly erased. She will remember everything at some point in time."

“And then repeat the same mistake.”

“Again and again.”

"Guess, how many times has Tongtong made this wish?"

Hearing this bizarre truth, I looked at my young self in disbelief, my heart filled with shock, and I asked in a trembling voice.

"How many times?"

The young me blinked, my face turned grey, and I whispered.

"The one hundred and seven times."

"This process was repeated a total of 107 times."

I sat there in a daze, unable to utter a word. At this moment, no matter what I said, it would seem pale and powerless. The younger me continued to speak.

"A body that is always healthy obviously contradicts the idea of ​​erasing memories."

“When the two conflicted, I was born.”

"Your memory has not been truly erased. Instead, it is kept here by me. This is what I call a 'bug'."

"Do you remember what I said to you the last time I saw you?"

"When new mistakes accumulate again, I will release everything."

“And now is that time.”

As I was speaking, I stood up and a big hammer suddenly appeared in my hand. He handed it to me and spoke condescendingly.

"Come on, let's end this old story."

I was silent for a long time, and finally came to my senses, took the hammer, slowly stood up, and looked at the black and white TV that started playing my monologue again.

If all this is true.

So, does this black and white TV contain nearly a thousand years of my memories?

Really, it's a terrifying number.

I took a deep breath, raised the hammer, looked at the black and white TV, and asked my younger self with some anticipation.

"I said."

"Since, after repeating this so many times, haven't I ever come up with a way to have the best of both worlds?"

Hearing this, the young me answered firmly.

"No."

"Because you're an idiot."

I smiled bitterly and admitted this statement helplessly.

"That's it."

The next moment, I swung the hammer and smashed it hard at the black and white TV. With a loud bang, the black and white TV exploded like a bomb, and countless fragments shot towards my body and merged with me.

Then, countless memories flooded into my mind like the sea, regardless of anything.

My eyes went dark and I lost consciousness again.

……

After a long time, when I opened my eyes again, a beam of fire reflected in my pupils. A huge amount of information surged in my brain, giving me a splitting headache.