Traveling to himself in a parallel world, Bering looked down and found that he had a hole in his chest and blood all over his body, turning him into a walking corpse. To investigate the cause, he looked through his diary. [If you see this line, it means that I am already dead] [I am a prophet who predicted future disasters, and I committed suicide in order to avoid the end of the world. Because my ability to foresee needs to consume life, and the dead can use this ability all the time] [I in the other world, I hope you can save this world, save humanity] Looking at the diary full of all the great events, talents and secrets of the next three years, as well as his ability to function at that moment, Bering accepted it all effortlessly. "There needs to be an organization, an organization that saves the world. In this organization, I can use my abilities to act as a 'prophet' and guide the actions of my members. "I used to think that the people in the novel were so uncomfortable that they couldn't say anything properly and had to make dumb riddles, but now I know ......" "It turns out that being a riddler is so happy!" But before that. Bering glanced down at his body. "I have to find a funeral home first to prevent my body from rotting and smelling......"