Rich Garbage Collector

range and surreal surroundings. The landscape was unlike anything he had ever encountered. He found himself surrounded by towering mountains, not hewn from rock or soil

s heart racing. Instead of answering, Paul asked back, "Who are you?" The mysterious figure before him was clad in r

n't you be answering my question first?" the ma

ase. "And who are you?" he inquired, though his voice

don't have a name. They call me 'sweeper.' It'

er, "Where is this place?" The sight of money mountains

terly naked. "Wah! Where are my clothes?!" he exclaimed, coveri

ven," the sweeper stated, ir

quivered in disbelief.

th a casual nonchalance, confi

where people go after they die?" he sought co

naïve or just plain dumb, but if you don't understand what heaven is,

ce, and pinched his arm. "It doesn't hurt! So, it must be a dream! It makes sense because I don't feel dead,"

an you feel pain when you're already dead? Anyway, you should leave now. This is my domain, a

nd then a riot broke out. I tried to intervene, and then I felt something hit the back of my head. Someone attacked me? And just like th