The Divine Realm.
The goddess, root of all evil, was still handling reincarnation ceremonies. She roughly sorted the daily influx of reincarnators into four types.
Truck-kun Reincarnation.
Stabbed-to-Death Reincarnation.
Suicide Reincarnation.
Yandere Reincarnation.
Truck-kun was the biggest group. Seriously, why do so many people get hit by trucks? The goddess wondered if some shady god was secretly breeding “truck assassins” to churn out reincarnators.
Probably, maybe, hopefully overthinking it. What god would be that bored? Though, she herself was pretty idle—tons of work, but she’s quick about it.
If someone’s personality’s meh, looks average, or skills lackluster, it’s lottery-style reincarnation. Become a legend? Pure luck. The roulette’s got some mystical bias, though—zero-foundation reincarnations are super likely.
But! The goddess isn’t a devil. A great spin could land you in a rich family. Just… ahem, since the ceremony’s ultimate goal is picking an heir, gender-bending’s mandatory. She’s a goddess—her heir can’t be a guy.
Some couldn’t handle it and offed themselves. The goddess smacked her lips, exasperated. Her deal’s already generous. If another god seeking an heir picked them, they’d suffer way worse.
Like the Poison God, force-feeding heirs toxins daily. Can’t handle it? Dead again. Survive? Stronger poison. Hiss—one word: brutal!
“Goddess! I wanna reincarnate as an Ultraman!”
“Goddess! Kamen Rider, let’s ride!”
“Goddess! Send me to the Attack on Titan world! I’ll slay Eren myself! No, I’ll slay Hajime Isayama!”
“Goddess, I…”
Same old, same old, all day. The goddess was bored. After countless roulette spins, she finally plopped into a chair, elbows on the stone table, hands propping her chin, sighing helplessly.
“Heir, oh heir, Filo, why haven’t you broken through level 1000 to come find me?” she muttered softly.
Suddenly, space warped nearby, and a silver-haired beauty popped out of a rift.
“Hey! Goddess, how’s it hangin’?”
“You! I’m annoyed as hell. It’s the same every day, but somehow, I’m getting more annoyed,” the goddess said, clutching her chest.
“Oh! I know—menopause hit you!”
“…”
“You little—!”
The goddess’s lips twitched. She spun, fist clenched for a “love punch,” but the silver-haired girl dodged easily.
“Chill, chill! I know you’re stressed about your heir. Number one’s Filo, right? Level 999 cap in that world,” the silver-haired girl said, tilting her head, finger on her lips.
“By the way, how do you break level 1000 there?” she asked.
The goddess froze. Stunned. Watted.
The Divine Hall fell deathly silent.
“Crap, I forgot.”
“What?! You forgot? That’s your world!” The silver-haired girl gaped, unable to believe such an unreliable god existed.
The goddess puffed her cheeks, face red as an overripe, nearly rotting apple. “G-God stuff! How would a m-mortal like you get it? Besides, that world wasn’t even mine originally! Some big-shot god handed it off!” she stammered, trying to save face.
The silver-haired girl gave her a salted-fish stare. “Sure, and that god didn’t pass on the world’s info, right?”
“…”
Speechless. The goddess was done. Of course, the info came with the world, but she managed tons of worlds and forgot.
Face burning, she hugged her head, squatting with legs together in shame.
The silver-haired girl facepalmed, twisting the knife. “What an unreliable god!”
That broke her. Tears rolled fast, flooding out like a waterfall—no exaggeration, real flood vibes. The silver-haired girl jumped, spooked.
“Just remember it! No need to cry—you’re not a kid. Here, have a lollipop!”
Fidgety, the silver-haired girl twisted her head, then poof—a lollipop straight out of a Peppa Pig set appeared in her hand. She shoved it into the goddess’s mouth, slowing the tear-flood.
She crouched, hugging the goddess, not even sure why.
Oh no, if my wife sees this, I’m screwed!
Trying to stay cool, she took a deep breath. Gotta console this goddess—her bawling like this is undignified.
As she prepped her words, space shattered. A black-haired beauty leapt from a rift, wielding a kitchen knife, head tilted with a yandere glare at the hugging silver-haired girl.
The silver-haired girl shuddered, gulping. Before she could react, the knife flew, embedding beside them.
“I think I need an explanation~”
“U-Understood…”