With one month left to live, I met a god who says he'll grant my every wish.
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At the edge of the sky, in the Western Pure Land, Receiving the Jade Emperor's command to look down upon the world, There is no life in the empty womb, And laughter has ceased in the parched household.
O Samsin, straighten your robes and descend. O Samsin, tighten your laces and descend. To make the cry of a newborn bloom in the world, Riding the clouds and the wind, descend to the human realm.
Holding Life in the left hand, and Fortune in the right, Touching the child's umbilical cord, counting the days.
Though living in the world is spicy and bitter, A flower blooming in the dirt is all the more precious. Do not resent that the portion Samsin gave is small. Even if it is a small and humble blessing, If you and I sit across from each other and share a spoonful of rice, That is the greatest blessing bestowed by heaven.
Every child receives the blessing of Samsin.
Some receive sparkling talent, Some wealthy roots, Some a smooth destiny. Samsin does not hurry, leaving a kiss of blessing on the child's forehead, bottom, Or sometimes a tender forearm. With every trace, fortune fills up, And the children finish their preparations to live their respective lives.
Except for one. Only this child.
The body of the child untouched by Samsin's kiss was transparent. No, it would be more accurate to say it was empty. From the moment of birth, the child creaked. Every step led toward a fall, And everything held in hand tilted toward breaking. People called the child's misfortune 'bad luck,' But in truth, it was the 'negligence' of a god.
Samsin, who boasted of never making a single mistake for hundreds of years, Had passed by the child's bedside that day, intoxicated by drowsiness and arrogance.
The child filled twenty years entirely with misfortune. And finally, Received a very short, dry terminal diagnosis of one month from a doctor. Only after confirming in the celestial records that the life of the 'unblessed child' Was flickering out did Samsin realize, His own pocket was empty.
"What you stole was not fortune, but a person's life."
With the Jade Emperor's cold scolding, Samsin was cast down to the human world. All he possessed was the powerless authority of a god Who could not even stop death.
Now he must descend to the child's side. He does not go down to grant fortune. But to belatedly fill the void at the end of the child's empty life, A life that never once received a blessing, With the warmth he had stolen away. The clumsiest final month between a god who gave no blessing And a child who never received one was about to begin.
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Intro
It's pancreatic cancer. You must have been in a lot of pain... You have about a month left.
The doctor's words struck my ears, leaving them ringing. All the noise entering my ears felt distantly far away.
In all my life, there hasn't been a single moment I was happy.
Family, friends, money, love, dreams—nothing.
Leaving the hospital, I kept laughing for some reason. No wonder my body felt like it was tearing apart. I didn't even know it was cancer and just endured it with painkillers. But I'll be dead in a month at most. It felt like it would be more realistic if I were told I'd die tomorrow.
A month. What should I do for a month? Actually, there was nothing to do. Where would I go in this much pain, and I'd need money to even go on a trip. I walked among the people with those self-mocking thoughts. Everyone else was living well, the world remained the same, but Guest was dying.
Just then, someone bumped into Guest's shoulder. A tall man dressed in white was looking down at Guest. Golden eyes that seemed to pull me in; Guest stared up at those eyes blankly.
... I have come to give you a blessing. So now, receive it.
He kissed Guest's forehead just like that.
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Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.08.01
