How did I become a God ?

1.Boring death, venturing afterlife

First things first,
I'm more than happy to translate this for you all, dear readers.
Until now, this marvellous (and crazy) story could only be enjoyed in my motherly language, but I have skills and I want to put them to use for you. Best reward for me are your likes.
The story is already wholly translated (the original author put it on hiatus) but is now undergoing a remake, so pardon the little holes, they are going to eventually disappear soon
Enjoy!

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Shi Shuan has been speculating about the afterlife long before. From the abundant menu of possibilities he presumed to be reincarnated as a lesser part of the world, a pebble or - most desirably - a cat. Who of all people wouldn't want to be one of their kind? A carefree fur-ball laughingly sleeping through its days, slightly cracking eyes open at the food it needn't even had to catch. Nonetheless, humans nearly worship you.

Sadly, fate assigned him to a different role.

Right after his life came to an end, he found himself in the dark. Even with all senses cut off, he was still instinctively aware that the space was pitch black. Calm and silent depth.

"Like the bottom of the sea." He thought.

He humph-ed in displeasure letting out a bunch of bubbles. The idea of staying in this nothingness for eternity wasn't tempting at all. He did what he did in order to be freed from thoughts, but instead it was everything that dissolved except thoughts.

"I didn't even get to take my exams !"

His life was short and boring. He wasn't particularly talented nor interested in anything, yet he did not fall behind too much neither. He was twin to all the plain people in the crowd, no matter how much staring was done, there would be nothing to differ him. He was just an unattractive ghost, akin to a background noise in someone else's movie.

Now he came to regret. He would have been better off nourishing his life as a human. He is going to end up as a plant for sure. And an ugly one at that.

The space broke, cracked like glass. He felt that, and the sensation shooting up his limbs. It hurt. The pain was akin to razor-sharp pieces of shattered bottle flying at him like daggers thrown off a skyscraper. Everything was cut to shreds, leaving solely his consciousness. Despite that he was glad. At least his senses were back. He was able to feel.

His whole body ached when the light mercilessly tore through the crack of his eyelids. His eyes blinked madly, blinded by foreign light.

"Huh? I'm alive?" he croaked feebly with an ached throat. He rubbed his blind eyes until they cleared.

When his pupils adapted to the new intensity of light they were welcomed by a high ceiling heavy with paintings. He felt cold stone under his fingertips. It was the only stable joint between him and the spinning world around him. He curled his fingers and let the surface cool down his splitting head. He blankly appreciated the view above until his mind has cleared. Then he slowly turned his head to one side.

His blank eyes were meet with an endless sea of other eyes, just as bewildered as his own. They stared at him in unison as if they were one big organism. His thick brows furrowed almost kissing in the middle of his nose bridge. 

The eyes had mouths slightly opened agape and heads as well. Mostly haired, but a couple hated by the god were left without as much as a strand of hair. They were then followed by the rest of the body hidden under ghostly white robes. Such colourless clothes made even the whitest skin of theirs appear neither pink or yellow, which made them look even funnier.