"I'm sorry, but you can't go to heaven now."
Victor sat on a chair in the middle of the endless white space and glared at Mil. Angel cowered behind her ivory desk, which held a stack of papers representing his case. "But you said that if I died fighting the forces of Hell, I would go to Heaven!"
“That’s what happens if you choose the Heaven+ plan instead of standard karma insurance.”
"I had no idea I was going to die in a few weeks!"
And, death is painful as hell.
At least Brandon Moore is dead, just like Mill told him. Vankel's guests, who proved almost as dangerous as he were, ate their way to victory in both Overmond and Hell.
"Unfortunately, you also died protecting a monster village where demons openly bought souls and most of the citizens had evil or chaotic karma," the angel replied awkwardly. "I will do my best to let us accept you into Heaven on your merits because you played a major role in the bankruptcy of Moore Hell Corporation, but you may have to wait in Hell for several months." When you die Still a virgin, this might convince my superiors of your hidden sanctity. "
Can it? Because he did his best to catch up in that regard on Overmond.
Sitting in a chair for months? Victor hates bureaucracy. "What about the place down there?"
Mir looked frustrated, but he still turned over the newspaper and handed it to him. "As my client, I would tell you another offer, but I strongly object to it," she said as Victor looked at the document. "The Inferi Corporation has requested that you be reincarnated as a demonic mortal advisor... However, due to their inability to undo the situation your killer has placed you in [Nec
ophobia] state, they cannot reincarnate you into a new shape. Your soul will end up in hell just as it does now: helpless. "
"Like those Isabel Moore tortured the last time I visited?"
"I don't recommend it."
Curse that fairy. Victor understands why Winkle can't stand his ex. "Don't I have any other choice?"
"There are two gods who have the right to possess your soul, and that is Dice and Moon Man." The angel hesitated to speak again. "We also unexpectedly received a third afterlife proposal from Camilla, the goddess of death, for her 'exemplary service to the Immortal Revolution, and her continued friendship with the Church,' and I quote."
At this point, Victor might as well consider a variety of proposals. He hates Dice for kidnapping him to Out
emo
de, but Camilla was a goddess with a dangerous reputation. He would rather try the God of Chaos first. "Okay, what do the first two offer?"
"I will send a request for a meeting." Mir wrote on the parchment with a feather, and the paper disappeared immediately. "Thankfully Moon Man is supposed to be in one of his 'good' phases. No rampage."
As soon as she finished speaking, an entity appeared beside them, making a rumbling sound. Victor had to raise his head to see the complete, huge creature.
The other creature was a gigantic Sur-Gatha, a massive moon monster over sixty feet tall; a giant much larger than Winkle, it was clad in a shabby yellow robe, with only its squid-like appearance visible. tentacles head and hand. It also walks using a magical, pine tree-sized cane.
"Is this an appointment? Did I forget?" To Victor's surprise, the Moon Man sounded more like his elderly grandfather than some obnoxious man from outer space. More worryingly , which speaks into the human mind telepathically rather than through words.
"Hello, Mr. Moonman," Mir said with a cheeky smile. "I am Miel, a Junior Angel Insurance Consultant. My client, Victor Dalton, is the prophet of your Sect of Distractions; your descendant, Sue Garza, claims him on your behalf."
"I have a prophet?" Moon Man sounded confused. "Am I religious?"
When Thul-Gatha
He wasn't kidding when he complained that his patronus was distracted. "Don't you hear the prayers of your followers?" Victor asked.
"I often hear voices, but what about prayers?" The ancient abomination shook its head. "Cats and dogs rule your Earth. You think they're enemies, but they have a secret pact. The president's family pets? They're the president. When JFK threatens to reveal the truth, his dog Charlie orders his assassination."
Victor blinked. "sorry?"
"Huh?" the big squid replied. "Yeah?"
"What did you say about dogs and cats?"
"Should you eat them after a hug?" The god touched its tentacle with his hand as if it were a beard. "I'm old, so my memory isn't all there."
"He is the god of madness," Mir whispered to Victor. "He hasn't fully recovered yet."
"Sometimes I feel like I'm becoming a star, with a burning core and ionized breath," Moon Man continued. "Can you feel my gravity?"
The more Victor heard, the more he doubted whether God could give him an afterlife.
Something landed on Mir's desk, making a faint sound, and Victor looked at it.
He found himself facing a twenty-sided die, imbued with magical powers. Each of its faces has living, multi-colored eyes located within or next to the figures. They all looked at Victor expectantly.
"Roll me," Dice asked in a child's voice.
…
"I'll get out! The dice god insisted like a child. "For your next life! Get out of here!"
Victor stared blankly at the dice while the Moon Man looked at it curiously. Mir winced, embarrassed by the scene.
So... that thing is a god?
The one who brought him to Overmond!
Finally, with nothing better to do, Victor grabbed the dice and threw them. The die eventually lands on its "tenth" side. "Ten!" said the God of Magic. "The average afterlife! Reincarnate and work part-time in Japan!"
"This doesn't make sense!" Victor complained.
"I am God!" Dice replied proudly. "I don't need to be reasonable!"
"The god of chaos," Mir said with a forced smile, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
Victor knows he should worship Allison's goddess of pleasure, Cybele.
He is tempted by a reincarnation in Japan; as scary as it sounds, he might in time find his way back to America and his family. Would they recognize him? For all he knew, he could be reincarnated as a completely new person.
Once again seeing the dice rolling on the table by itself, he changed his mind. He wanted to yell at the guy who had brought him to Ortmund, but saw the stupidity of it and gathered his courage again.
"I think I'm going to wait until God—"
Before he could finish speaking, a new figure appeared, emitting golden light.
The newcomer's upper body is an elegant winged woman with golden scales, and her lower body is a green snake. Her hair was braided in snakes and she carried a bag full of scrolls on her back. Her sliding eyes studied Victor like a ruthless businessman inspecting a piece of merchandise.
Humanity immediately recognized the goddess.
"Oh, Miss Sasha!" The angel's voice became dizzy as soon as he saw the goddess. “What a surprise!”
"Mir, it's nice to see you again." The business goddess immediately turned to Victor, who obviously only talked about business and was much more sober than her competitors. "Victor Dalton, today is your lucky day"
"You bet my soul too?" Damn it, Victor was more popular in death than in life. At least she looks like a real, dignified god.
"Better. The mortal gave me a generous 'church donation' to resurrect you in Overmond."
The man blinked. Didn't she charge a hefty fee for her service? Who would pay for it? Victor briefly thought about Winkle, then realized that the dragon would never give up a coin. No, Mu
mu
i
The villagers may have raised funds to revive him.
“Wait, that [Nec
ophobia] status?" Victor asked.
"I am a goddess. When the caster's level is close to god level, it is trivial to overcome it." The goddess gave him a sly smirk. "Now, my services are expensive. Since I have a result obligation, if you refuse to come back, I will not honor my reward. Tell you privately, if you accept, I will give you a free Pe
k. "
"Are you bribing me in front of witnesses?"
"No, no, I'm sugarcoating the deal. It's been a while since anyone could afford a resurrection."
Victor was sure he had been there before.
"As the Goddess of Commerce, I am very interested in what you and your dragon companions are doing in Overmond. While I am conflicted about your undead and demonic adventures, a duty-free business zone attracts me. Hopefully in After you come back to life, we can discuss the terms of the investment.”
Typical businessman, the wording of the request suggested that he had accepted.
Victor hesitated. The alternatives weren't all that good, but returning to Overmond meant continuing his life as a servant, and all that came with it.
but…
Victor thought back to what Savuluse had said to him before the fight with Freebon. He has a chance to live a good life in a new world instead of dwelling on the past.
Victor would never admit it out loud, but he had fallen in love with Overmond, and the people he met there. Even that crazy dragon.
Especially that dragon.
"If I come back, can I still go to heaven?" he asked Mir.
"You have to change to a new insurance plan." Mir smiled at him, and he didn't think it was innocent at all. "This time it's a better one."
This solves the problem.
"Good choice," said Sasha, pleased with the deal. She touched his left arm with cold fingers, and a tattoo of a coin with a snake pattern appeared on his skin.
Congratulations! You won the personal benefit [claimed by Shesha].
[As claimed by Shesha]: When you level up, you have an additional 10% chance of gaining a Charisma or Intelligence point. Businessmen, bankers and entrepreneurs always regard you as a trustworthy partner and will give you 20% discount.
"Just as the dragon dances, so does the earth and Overmond dance." "The golden road is paved with the blood of elves"
"What?" Victor asked.
"I said, go home and do your prophetic work." The Moon Man replied, as confused as Victor. "I think…"
Xie Sha snapped her fingers, and a luxurious private plane suddenly appeared next to the moon man. "I am the Goddess of Business," Shesha told a surprised Victor. "Trains are out, I have taste."
The door of the private jet opened and Victor walked in. Mir waved at him. "Come back quickly!" said the angel.
Yes, right.
While death is painful, resurrection is like waking from a blissful sleep.
As soon as Victor opened his eyes, he found Chocolate's face approaching him, about to kiss him.
"Ah!" Victor jumped up in surprise, and the frightened priestess stepped back. This is a trap!
"Look, Chocolate, I told you he didn't need CPR," Allison said. Victor realizes that most of the Minions and key residents of the Whisperers, from Charlene to Croissant, are forming a circle around him. Malfoy held his scythe. "Welcome back, man."
"Sir!" Pink Ranger cried at the scene. "you are still alive!"
As his eyes adjusted to the light, Victor realized that he had been resurrected deep in the cellar. The door to hell was closed, and Fankel's guests sat in front of it, their bellies full, in stunned silence.
"You raise money to fund my resurrection?" Victor guessed.
"We are all—" Croissant began.
"No, we have, even Savou
euse,” Alliso
replied, glaring at the werewolf. "Fankel made you do it."
"But this is far from satisfying the goddess's greed, Victor," Jules Rapace admitted. "She's asking too much."
So who will pay the difference?
"How could a dragon..." Bingya said, his eyes empty and distant. "Why are there dragons?"
Victor stood up slowly and looked around.
Most of Fankel's collection was gone, leaving a large hole in the middle. All that's left is a few thousand gold coins, random magic items, and the crystallized princess. Winkle himself was sobbing in a corner, and Victor had never seen him so sad.
…
Holy hell.
"My treasure," Fankle sobbed, covering his eyes with his hands. "My precious baby..."
Victor struggled to think of something to say, staring blankly at the hole, then back at his dragon master.
"I think we should leave you two alone," Allison said, glancing at the others. Malfoy handed the scythe to Victor, and the Chief of Staff took it absentmindedly, his brain on autopilot. Even the dragon followed their example and left the old two alone in the empty cellar.
"Why?" Victor finally asked, and Winkel looked at his chief of staff with frustrated eyes. That was the only word in his mind. "Why? Today is your day to brag!"
"You are the crown jewel in my treasure house..." Winkle regained some of his composure, and although he was obviously frightened, he forced himself to put on a proud dragon face. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have collected it in the first place. You're more valuable. With you gone, what else is there to brag about?"
It was at that moment that Victor realized that he would never leave Vicker no matter what.
He doesn't want to do this anymore.
"You know,..." Victor's voice trailed off. "Your Majesty, you are more than just a 'master'. You have become my friend."
"What is a friend, some kind of servant?"
"It means that no matter what happens, I will be loyal to you, even if I get fired."
"That's for the best, slave Victor, because I won't let you sleep until you pay off your debt to me, and that's..." Vankel took a deep breath. "One thousand two hundred and fifty-five thousand one hundred and thirty-three gold coins!" I raised you and made you my most precious chief of staff. The life debt you owe me is even greater!"
12 million in debt? Damn it, it's his student loans again. "Okay," Victor replied, oddly taking it all in stride. "I will find a way, Your Majesty."
"Then you keep working until we all become gods, and then order this greedy goddess to repay me in full for my exorbitant charges!"
"Of course." Victor replied, while Winkle continued to roar and vent, and the dragon regained its previous pride. He could be the Minion God everywhere.
The job paid well, and from what he gathered, he couldn't be any worse than the others.
After cursing Salsa, the gods, and the merchants, Wankel calmed down. "The victor of the slaves."
"What is it, Your Majesty?"
"As you wish, I promote you to be my first and only 'friend'," Winkle announced in his greedy way. "You better prove yourself worthy of this honor."
"I hope so," Victor replied, then corrected himself. "I do."
"I want to vomit." Fu
ibo
Finally spoke from his scythe. "Looking at you gives me diabetes."
