Calm Down, I Still Have a Chance

A golden circular gate hung upside down in the sky. As its doors opened, white feathers condensed from holy light slowly drifted down.

Light spilled across the earth, echoing the sky in an instant. Streams of radiance rose one after another, filling this stretch of heaven and earth with an aura of brilliance.

The feathers fell onto Russell and slowly merged into him. His body gradually began to glow, and two more pairs of Wings of Light unfurled behind him, making him appear increasingly sacred and majestic.

Viewers in front of their televisions, believers and nonbelievers alike, began praying along with them.

It looked so real. They might as well believe just this once!

"Wasn't this supposed to be exile to another dimension? Why do I feel like that really is heaven on the other side?"

Sensing the changes in his Wings of Light, Russell was utterly dumbfounded. He knew about the Gate of Heaven. When he had drawn the card, he had specifically looked up some videos online. The special effects had been mediocre, completely different from what he had unleashed, and there had been no setting that gave people extra wings.

Could this card be a fake Gate of Heaven?

But then how was he supposed to explain the system's evaluation?

Russell suspected he had accidentally wandered into a battle between higher dimensions. Some big shot had found him extraordinarily gifted and deliberately thrown in some flashy special effects to slap another big shot in the face.

What if the big shot getting slapped, like him, wasn't exactly broad-minded...

"Fuck, this is what happens when you offend an abbot!"

The Gate of Heaven cast down directional gravity like a white black hole, continuously sucking in every object within the range covered by holy light—except Russell, who carried the