After enduring depression and suicidal thoughts, I eventually found solace in a new religion. After 43 years of devout worship, I experienced enlightenment, albeit from an unexpected source—the devil. I disowned my child for being an atheist who believed in God and divorced my cousin-wife due to her desire to use my blood in a demon ritual.

Twenty years later, on my deathbed, I saw the devil for the first time, only to realize it was my 2D waifu. However, amidst my tears of happiness, my waifu revealed herself to be a trap. Conflicted, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I ended up coughing up a mouthful of blood. As my vision blurred, I was on the verge of letting go and heading toward heaven. Yet, an image flashed before my eyes—it turned out to be my incestuous children flipping me off.

Closing my eyes, wanting release to join God in a peaceful cup of tea by the sunset, another image appeared. This time, it was a gif featuring an old man with a name tag that read "The Wise Old Man." He looked at me and smiled. I initially thought it was God welcoming me, but my expectations were shattered when the wise old man stripped naked and presented me with an elephant.

In that moment, I realized my mistake in worshipping the devil instead of the wise old man. Regretting the numerous errors in my lifetime, I yearned for a chance to redo my choices. Unfortunately, no response came as my eyes grew increasingly heavy. My consciousness faded away into the endless abyss.