Manufacture God's Puppet!

Chapter 1: Fate To Choose

In one country near the Black Sea border of Bosporus, there was a war between the two major countries to occupy and harvest two gold mines near the edge of the Black Sea, my village in Istanbul, where I was born and raised. Nice and beautiful land, but now what? The war destroyed everything.

And I'm dead. On this land.

My soul floats in the air, taking the sight of a third man watching the battlefield. The smoke was hazy, surrounded by dead arms, broken legs, incomplete body fragments, and resentment everywhere.

The leader's shouts of cheerleaders, the sweet temptation of fantasy: promotion, rise to rank, money calculated according to the odds of killing the enemy, when killing, cut off the enemy's left ear to win the gold prize…

It's crazy, how can they be so scary? They're a bunch of demons, demons, looking at human lives like garbage. I even want to make more money. They even went into the homes of innocent people, slaughtered, and cut off the left ear of good men. And mothers, daughters, and sisters are back.to march a nigger's secretive toy is disgusting... I'm the witness. And helplessly stood there, watching everything happen. If I had tears, they would have been wet all over my face soon.

My neighbor Brian has two beautiful daughters, ages eighteen and seventeen. Next year, you can have a wedding and officially live with your husband in a remote village. Listening to him, they met and fell in love by chance and naturally. When they went to the village with you to deliver beer, for the sake of our memory. Celebrate one's twenty-year wedding, to Your lovely distant cousin. They haven't seen each other for a long time, so knowingly, to go to that village, all three of us had to go quite far, about three days, two nights. And there, both of his young daughters met their destiny. The twins in the village. The two brothers, who were parentless since they were young, were adopted by the baker. The worker has no wife and children, so he should consider them his children. Four people don't know each other. We fell in love at first sight. Giving each other their properties and promised to write to each other often, making the same promise that they should be married next spring.

But now, in front of me, there's a sick, twisted face of an old neighbor named Brian. When he was pressed down by the soldiers, he saw them doing corrupt work with his two young daughters. The cries of pain, the sobbing and the cries of the beasts laughing happily, and the profanity they said. Two daughters were replaced by twelve savages. We raped each other to death.

As the cry faded away, the two girls gradually stopped struggling. The eyes lost their spirits, the body hardened, and they were no longer breathing. And if you notice, I'll find your mouths full of blood, I think they've already bitten their tongues.

Brian screamed in despair, wriggled out of the soldiers, and hugged the bodies of his two daughters. He sobbed. I've never seen you cry so sadly. It's like everything collapses, it's incredibly painful. When he finally raised his head, it was a strange, blood-filled, devil-like eye. You hate evil soldiers, you curse. A war And most of all, he hated himself for being incompetent, fresh red blood coming out of his mouth, and I could see his heartbreaking to pieces. And he died in hatred.

I watched everything silently.

I can't believe I've become a soul, but I can see people's voices, resentment, suffering, and so on, and they all have different colors. Show the unfathomable side of the dead. I didn't feel well just by feeling them. They're disgusting and horrible.

The resentment of the dead. It's scary.

The battle is over. Both factions are different, both material and human losses. But the leaders of that war, still don't want to let go of the fertile land of their opponents, the smoke of fire rises again. The war is still going on.

As my soul flew higher and higher, I felt so sleepy. If you're dead, that's all. It's just a shame... For the puppets I made.

Memories suddenly came to me. I suddenly remembered my father when I was a child, who was a good father and a close friend of mine. Since I was young, I have always been very weak, and sick, and have always lived inside. My mother abandoned my two children and found new happiness for herself, but my father didn't hold back or scold me. Because he knew, he couldn't give her what she wanted. So she left.

My father was a sophisticated puppeteer, and his puppets were always popular with noble ladies. Because they're so sophisticated and spiritual. Normally when he made a puppet, he almost focused on them, except for eating and bathing or going to the bathroom, so he stopped. Otherwise, most of the time you spend with them. He doesn't even sleep very often if he doesn't finish his work. It's me. 

He also taught me how to distinguish between the wood used to make the most elaborate puppets, which require lightweight and no blemishes or eyes. The most important part is how to make and color them alive, to make your puppets even more beautiful. It's also very important about clothes, most people buy dolls, and 80 percent of them are looking at clothes, they're all because of me. Well, together, it depends on the size, height, and temperature of each puppet.

The memories between you and me are all in that house. Seeing the house slowly engulfed in flames, the puppets scattered on the ground, hurt my heart. 

I'm so tired.

Close my eyes, I fell into the still darkness.

For how long, I drifted out of space. The time, day and night, I just looked around, and the stars were shining, very close, but also very far away for me. I know they have to be a few million light-years away from me. But it's okay. As long as they're pretty, you can look at them over time.

Some of them have made me wonder if I'm dead. And if I turn into a spirit, should I go where I need to go? How can I only float like this? Someone once told me. When a man dies, if he does many good things, he will go to heaven and meet God, and with the wicked, he will go to hell and be punished for the sins he committed while alive. But I'm still here. Seeing, hearing, and feeling everything, it's very different from old stories. This is weird.

Today, as always. Nothing has changed.

All of a sudden.

Woo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~! 

A loud explosion came out of nowhere, and my heart almost fell out.

Two bodies were fighting fiercely. A man with long gray hair, long nails, and sharp iron, very fast-moving, and I couldn't see well. My brother is like a wild wolf full of anger.

The other one is very different. His body is long and light. The speed of movement is almost perverting, faster than the other. Every movement is noble and elegant. His hair is black, short as his shoulders. I can't see his face, but I think he should be handsome.

You two hit me so scared. Look around you. The ground seemed to be plowed into a large piece, and I was a hundred percent sure that these two were not human.

Overtime. I saw the gentleman in the aristocratic style, he's been arrested. And he's strangled. He's going. The nobleman opened his arms slightly, a pair of blood wings slowly forming behind his back. His eyes are bleeding.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. The explosion has spread to me, too. I can't figure out what's going on.

I fainted. Furthermore, I'm embarrassed!

I couldn't see it because I was unconscious. When the explosion happened, some blood of the noble boy came to me. And it's like there's life that's fused with my soul.

A great flash of light-headed towards the noble boy. And it also diverges a third towards me.

"Oh! There's another man with a strange fate? Well, let's say you're meant to be with me. Boy, work hard and find your way. Ha ha ha."

An old voice reverberates in space. In a dreamy dream, I could hear those words at a glance.