Miss Most Perfect Beauty
Suicide

Breezy wind roared on the edge of a very beautiful beach, coupled with shades of orange twilight sky and the sun that almost entered into hiding. There stood a beautiful woman with long blonde eyes, her blue pupils staring blankly at the dancing waves.

“Hah I think my life should end. I was tired of my life as a beauty queen of the modern world,” muttered as she slipped her hair behind her earlobes, she looked out into the middle of the sea.

The woman's name is Fyrensia. A woman with the most stunning beauty so she was dubbed as ‘que beauty of the modern world’. Every guy wants to date her, none of them dare to turn her down. As if her presence was like a goddess to make many people do not want to miss it just like that.

“I'm bored because I'm too pretty. I hope later in the afterlife I can rest so I beg God not to make me reincarnate,” please Fyrensia in heart.

The wind is strong enough to make his long hair fly. His bare feet slowly stepped towards the middle of the sea. The longer the sea water immerses itself. Right now he had no hope of living, all he had in mind was how he could die.

Now the sea water has buried half of him. A little more big waves will come to pull it even deeper.

“A little more,” murmured.

Then suddenly a sizable wave hit him and dragged him into the middle. He sank further and deeper.

“I thought it would be very cold but it turns out that inside here it is quite warm as well, her inner” while smiling thinly.

His body had gone too deep, his breathing had almost stopped. He really enjoyed his time of death without any fear as if he was truly prepared to face death. Fyrensia is a strange woman who ends her life simply because she is tired of living as a beautiful woman.

Moments later in the afterlife court, he opened his eyes and found many human souls waiting in long lines. Here they are waiting for where their souls will be taken after this whether it be hell or heaven.

At a table sat a man who was quite old, it seemed that the man was an officer of the afterlife court. Fyrensia waited patiently for her turn, she was quite tired with this very long queue. However, he was still able to endure much longer.

It didn't take long, now it's Fyrensia's turn.

“Fyrensia Viona, 25 years old, working as a model, committed suicide on the grounds of bored life as a beautiful woman,” explained the man who served as a court officer afterlife.

“Yes, it's me,” replied Fyrensia without a doubt.

“Silly reason! Isn't having a beautiful face the dream of every woman? Why did you end your life just for a reason like this?” ask the man.

“Have you ever felt what it's like to always be chased by striped-nose men? Have you ever felt what it feels like to be followed even to the point of being terrorized by an unknown man? Hah it was very troublesome and very annoying to me. I just want to live a quiet life, which is why I chose to commit suicide,” explains Fyrensia with both eyes perfectly rounded.

“It seems troublesome also yes,”

“Yes, because I was born too beautiful,” said Fyrensia was too confident.

“Alright, since you are a human who committed suicide for quite silly reasons, now you will be put in a special place,”

“Special place?”

“Yes, it's between heaven and hell. This is referred to as the middle room, you there will live alone as a single soul with no companion. Unlike heaven there you will be accompanied by many handsome men while if hell itself you will be tortured by working harder,” explained the man.

“Alright, as it is better,” reply Fyrensia glee.

“Don't you know that humans are prohibited from suicide especially for silly reasons,”

“Hahaha I don't care, all I need is calmness,”

“Alright whatever, now you can go into the special room,”

Fyrensia walked to the place where she meant by happy steps, not to forget she was humming ria. A woman dressed in all white led the path of Fyrensia until she arrived at a special space that was only shaped like a vast expanse of flower fields and many plants and fruit trees that grew. Then there was a patch of house that seemed to be reserved for him.

“Yes, you will stay here alone unaccompanied,” replied the woman without expression.

“Then other suicidal souls how? Are they also placed here?”

“Ya, but different space,”

“Oh so, all right. Thank you,”

After delivering Fyrensia, the woman left her. Fyrensia leaped for joy and danced around the beautiful flower fields.

“Yuhuuu finally I'm free! I can live alone here, I can continue my nolep life. I'll sleep all day without anyone bothering me!”

Yes, that was what he thought yesterday and now he was given the order to face the god. Fyrensia had only grumbled because her happy sleep was interrupted by the god's assistant who called out to her. Fyrensia was taken to a pretty beautiful room with a dark blue surroundings mixed with light blue. In front of him was a boy of male sex.

“Hei said god called then why is there a small child here?” tanya Fyrensa observed the little boy dressed in all white plus a golden-coloured motif on his clothes.

“No manners! I am the god you mean!”

Suddenly the little boy who was in front of Fyrensia had turned into a handsome and mature man. His blonde hair and pupils were deep red, what a very handsome man.

“Wah it turns out you are a very handsome god yes,” said Fyrensia with a flat expression.

“What is your reaction? You should show a dazzling expression, in this world no one does not like my handsome face!”

The god felt quite humiliated and disappointed by the expression shown by Fyrensia.

“Because I'm tired of seeing handsome men,” replied Fyrensia lightly and innocently.

“Ya it's up to you,” said the god was a waste of face.

Fyrense sighed because he really did not expect that there was a god that was narcissistic enough like this. In his shadow, a god had a firm and mimic nature that was always rigid.

“So, why did you call me here?” tanya Fyrense made the god aware.

“Oh right, but before that I want to introduce myself to you. My name is Xeon and I am the god of destiny,” Xeon said introducing herself with a smile.

“Yes, I don't care. Quickly tell me the truth what was I summoned by the honorable god of destiny?”

“I want to give you a task,” said Xeon.

Hearing the word ‘tag’ makes the feeling of sudden Fyrensia feels bad, his hunch says that the task to be given by Xeon is a task that is quite heavy and interferes with his time off.

“Tasks? You'll give me a task?”

“Yes, don't speak formally to me. Please talk just relax,”

“OK, did you say I was going to be given an assignment? What kind of task is that? Isn't a suicidal soul like me just living a relaxed life in the living room? Then suddenly given a task, did you guys cheat me?” fyrensia looked suspiciously.

Instantly Xeon fell silent to Fyrense who was talking casually to her. The expression of Fyrensia who speaks formally seems stiff but when she speaks casually her expression is very diverse. Xeon quickly rejected all her dreams.

“Do you know that humans are forbidden to commit suicide? The affairs of life have been arranged by me god of destiny, the time of death is my business. Man has no right to take his own life and you take your life for a very ridiculous reason,”