The Previous Chosen One

For ten thousand years, he had actually become like this—a man who does nothing every day and does not look like he has any ambitions of sorts. He has become a man like a lazy bug!

Slowly, the man in red watched as the little human baby disappeared from his sight, and the ice cream bowl in her hand was overturned and fell to the white carpet, staining it. The man in red only stared at it, waved his hand to clean it, and then laid down horizontally with his back on the fluffy white carpet, his hands on the back of his head, and his face to the sky. His eyes were squinting as he stared at the baby blue color and fluffy white clouds on top.

The world stood still when the little human baby evaporated into nothingness. Although the things that she made and left behind will always remain here, the man in red does not know why, but he feels a little bored with them.

Bored. So bored.