The peaceful world on earth. 

The sun is shining and welcomes a beautiful day. A young man was walking quietly down the wide street. 

Cars were passing, and people were smiling and having fun. A little girl in a pink skirt carries a basket full of brightly colored flowers. 

She intends to sell them to neighboring couples. The little girl knows that it is better to sell flowers to lovers. 

So she had the courage to walk in front of them, a bright smile on her face. Not paying attention to the pile of stones, she accidentally tripped over her leg. 

The basket of flowers fell from her basket, and tears slowly formed at the corners of her blue eyes. A young man approached her. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. 

Then she nodded in response. The young man helped her up and gathered the flowers from her. He comforted the sobbing girl and stroked her back. 

"What is your name?" He asked. 

She stopped crying and said, "I am little Autumn, brother. Thanks for helping Little Autumn, hehe. "

'She seems to have trouble speaking, let alone pronunciation. She should be around 3-4 years old. Why is she selling flowers at such a young age? ' The young man thought.

She giggled, put her hand in the basket, and gave the young man a flower. But when she looks at the flowers. She bowed her head in disappointment. 

"Sorry brother, the flower is ruined." 

"It's okay, little Autumn. This brother has candy." 

The young man took the girl's hand and handed her the candy in his pocket. He then patted her on the head to comfort her. 

"Bye, little Autumn. When we meet again, I'll buy you more candy." 

The young man starts to walk away. The girl stared at the young man who was slowly disappearing into the distance, still waving at her from a distance. She also smiled and waved her tiny arms. 

When she couldn't see the young man anymore, she looked down at her basket and remembered something. 

"Brother, I forgot to ask your name." She mumbled to herself.  

....

The young man laughed at himself as he looked at the flower in his hand. 

"The kids have grown up these days and are already working hard. I want to buy her flowers and pay her more than the value of the flowers, but even I am in financial difficulty." Manasi reflects. 

He paused for a moment. "If I see her in the future, I should bring some candy," Manasi thought. 

The young man continued to walk down the street. He went through a flower shop. The young man stopped, looked at the mirror next to him, and saw his reflection. There is a young man with an average face, 5.8 feet tall, and a slender figure. 

If others see it, no one will notice or notice anything special about it.

"I couldn't be more ordinary than that. Those who would behold my beauty would die of shame." He sarcastically said and he then scratch his cheeks.

The young man raised his head and looked at the beautiful cloudless morning sky with the sun reflecting off his face. 

The breeze was blowing on the face of the young man. He felt relaxed and carefree. The young man continued to advance and entered an alley between the buildings. 

There was a pile of garbage in the driveway and a rat was passing by. It smelled very bad, but the young man didn't care, because he was used to the smell. 

This alley is a shortcut to his apartment. The young man came to the entrance of his apartment, looked at the six-story building, and stood for a while. 

"The layout and general design of the building are very good and a lot of people love this place. In addition to good services and surroundings, it is also affordable. "

This time, a guard was seen at the entrance to the building. When the security guard at the gate got a little bored, he found a familiar figure in the crowd and found a young man. 

A bright smile appeared on his face, and while yelling at him. 

"Hey, Manasi Shalom. How are you today?"

When Manasi heard someone call his name, he knew it was Jorge, the guard of the building. 

"Today is a good day, Jorge! Work hard and don't mess up anything. Have a happy day, Jorge! "When Manasi stopped shouting, he did not care about what other people across the street would say. 

The guard replied, "You to Manasi!" He smiled and nodded to Manasi. 

Manasi whispered to himself, "This guy is always a happy and reliable guy."

He then continued to advance towards the less crowded area behind the building where he continued walking. 

He did not want to enter the apartment building entrance, because the entrance was very busy.

He continued to move to the less-traveled area behind the building where he continued to walk. Few people use the back door of the building. Manasi held the handrails on the side of the stairs and walked up. 

On the way to the dimly lit stairs, he met a young couple. This guy looks like a wealthy young generation, with sunglasses on his shirt, hairdo, and an above-average face. 

This guy was pale, like a junkie. Even if he takes drugs, nobody cares because he can do whatever he wants. The young man came from a large family and the girl with her arms dangling by his side looked like a model. 

She even wore a large coat and shoulder bag, as well as high heels, which are all famous store brands. When they met Manasi on the stairs, the second-generation prodigal raised his eyebrows at the dim light. He couldn't see the look on Manas' face.

But when they passed by, he finally knew who it was. He smiled at Manasi Shalom and joked, "Oh! If it's not that poor guy, how are you? I didn't pay much attention to you. I thought you were dead. By the way, this is my girlfriend. Isn't she beautiful? Do you want to join our date? "Sarcastically, the prodigal son said.

The prodigal son just wanted to show off in front of his girlfriend. The lady just looked at Manasi curiously. Manasi didn't want anything to do with this guy, ignored him, and kept going up. 

The prodigal son saw Manas leave without saying a word. His smile stiffened and he wasn't used to being ignored. He was angry and said threateningly, 

"Are you trying to ignore me, Manasi? Orphan boy!"

While saying that he wouldn't want to lose face anymore and that he didn't want to waste time on Manasi, he smiled at his girl.

 "He's my orphaned classmate, a stupid loser in our school." 

As he spoke, he kissed her and continued. He doesn't even care about the hurtful things he just said. 

Hearing the "loser", Manasi clenched his fists, held back, and did not beat the prodigal son, because he was right; he was a loser. 

Manasi took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and let out a "sigh" deep in his heart. It is alright for others to say that he is an orphan, but it is too much to say that he is a loser. 

But what can he do, slap that guy in the face? Since he couldn't do it, he could only swallow his breath. 

"Not everyone can do whatever they want in life. If I get the chance, I will change my life so that no one can call me a loser, "Manasi said to himself in a low voice. 

He scratched his head in frustration. "Maybe God can allow me to do great things in this life. So being depressed doesn't make sense. I'll keep praying until something happens, "Manasi said in his heart. 

People who knew Manasi at school said that he was a failure, a person who did not succeed. Without parents and support, it is difficult to find a decent job. 

"Overpopulation causes us to rapidly deplete the earth's resources, and the government only provides these resources and job opportunities to the elites."

"In my opinion, the world is too small for us humans. Perhaps technology can advance to push us to explore another planet or the arrival of the Rapture, " He thought to himself.

He turns twenty-four this year. He has been unemployed for two years and has been unable to find work for the past two years. He was an orphan and did not see his biological parents. 

"It is becoming a trend for parents to abandon their children to save them from starvation. I hope the orphanage will continue to provide shelter for the children." Manasi said calmly.

But deep in his heart, he knew that this dream would be difficult to achieve as the doors of the orphanages were closing one by one, and no one was willing to donate anymore due to lack of supplies. Manasi stopped thinking because it only made him frustrated. 

Finally, Manasi arrives at his room. There is only a chair and a table, a wardrobe, a bed, a small refrigerator, and an old-fashioned television.

He took off his shirt and lay down on the couch, turning on the television while he looked very tired. 

Manasi closed his eyes when he lay down and listened to the news anchor. She said something about the news this year reaching the whole world about the Rapture. 

The message says that the rapture of the Bible is imminent. Manasi sat on the sofa, thinking that he had heard people talk about the Rapture since he was a child. 

Manasi always believed that God would help him when the rapture happened. But the church leaders began to condemn orphaned children, and Manasi was disappointed with their loveless judgment and their ways of condemning children. 

It broke his heart. Although he understood their difficulties, he was disappointed, but that did not change his debt to the church for his education. 

Manasi wanted to find a job so that he could donate to the church orphanage. The church contacted him by phone anyway. He ignored the call and did not answer it. He severed ties with church leaders. 

The church believed that Manasi had given up his belief in God, but they did not know that Manasi still believed in God and sought him out, not through religious practice. 

On the table, there is a Bible. He still does devotion every morning. He tilted his head and looked at the ceiling. 

"Rapture, ha!" He let out a breath.

He got up and changed the TV channel. 

'Growl' Manasi heard his stomach. 

"I'm hungry," 

He walked over to the cupboard, took out some noodles, opened it, and poured hot water over the noodle cup. 

'That smells good'

Manasi brought the cup noodles to the table, silently said a short prayer, then sat down on a chair to eat slowly. 

"I like these kinds of noodles."

On the TV screen, the sky is clear, the forest is green, a few sheep are grazing, a dog is barking, and a new news anchor is dressed in formal wear. 

"I've got to admit she's beautiful."

She looks like a person in her early twenties. She interviewed a shepherd and he wore a white robe, holding a stick in his hand, and he looked like someone in his sixties. 

"Hi, this is your news anchor Jessica. and this is Mr. Dave, the owner of this ranch pasture." There was a big smile on Mr. Dave's face. With a calm temper, Mr. Dave nodded to Jessica. 

"Mr. Dave, you are a well-known figure in the church. Mr. Dave, what do you think of the Rapture that is always mentioned? " Mr. Dave thought for a moment and said it softly.

"First of all, I want to tell the viewers that I want to share my dream with everyone because it keeps showing up and it bothers me a bit. It has to do with the Rapture, "

"What kind of dream is that, Mr. Dave?" Jessica asked curiously. 

"The dream is about the seven seals of darkness and destruction. When I told my brothers and sisters about this, they told me they had the same dream. Isn't it strange to have the same dream? which is not a good sign, "said Mr. Dave. 

The news anchor took an interest in Mr. Daves' story. When Mr. Dave suddenly stopped talking for a few seconds, the newscaster was about to ask questions about his dream. 

On television, you can see Mr. Daves' face constantly changing. His expression was relaxed at first, then changed to a shocked face and finally looked scared. 

"Mr. Dave?" 

The News Anchor Jessica asked Mr. Dave if he was okay, but he did not respond. The news anchor was very worried, so she waved and patted him on the shoulder.

Suddenly he shivered all over his body and a cold sweat formed on his forehead. He kept shaking. His eyes turned red, Mr. Dave's eyes began to water, and tears rolled down his cheeks. 

The host, Jessica, panicked. She thought: 'Why is this old man suddenly crying?'

Mr. Dave felt that the newscaster was very concerned for him, so he kindly told Ms. Jessica. "I'm sorry, Ms. Jessica,"

Mr. Dave began to speak to the camera with a serious expression. "I am a prophet… But... I have never seen anything horrible. What I see in the vision is our end… The first sign of the vision is destruction. brothers and sisters in the church. "

Mr. Dave stopped talking and closed his eyes. The ground suddenly shook, and the news anchor, Jessica, nearly tripped. She squatted quickly. 

The cameraman dropped the camera. From the point of view of the cameras, a large number of birds could be seen moving away from the forest, as if they sensed the danger of the environment and were escaping from their nests. 

Jessica suddenly panicked and crawled away. Shortly after the channel was turned off, a news anchor appeared. 

Manasi, who thought about enjoying and eating his noodles, was speechless. He almost spits out the noodles.

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End of Chapter 1