"I'm sorry, you can't get into heaven right now."

Victor sat on a chair in the middle of the endless white space, glaring at Mir. The angel cowered behind her ivory desk, on which lay a large pile 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 Paradise+ plan instead of standard karma insurance."

"I didn't know I was going to die in a few weeks!"

Moreover, death is as painful as hell.

At least Brandon Moore is dead, as Mill told him. The guests of Van Kel, who proved to be almost as dangerous as him, ate their path to victory in both Overremond and Hell.

"Unfortunately, you also died protecting a monster village where demons openly buy souls and most citizens have evil or chaotic karma," the angel replied embarrassedly. "I will do everything in my power to let us accept you into heaven by your merits, because you played a major role in the bankruptcy of the Moore Hell Corporation, but you may have to wait in Hell Hell for months." You died as a virgin, which may convince my superiors of your hidden holiness. ”

May I? Because he did his best on Ofremond to catch up in this regard.

Sitting in a chair for months? Victor loathed bureaucracy. "What about the place down there?"

Mir looked frustrated, but flipped through the newspaper anyway and handed it to him. "As my client, I'll tell you another offer, but I strongly disagree," she said, and Victor was looking at the document. "The Corpse Company has asked you to be reincarnated as a demonic mortal advisor...... However, due to their inability to eliminate the killer who killed you, you are in the [Nec

ophobia], they can't reincarnate you into a new form. Your soul will end up in hell, just like now: helpless. ”

"Like the people Isabel Moore tortured when I last visited?"

"I don't recommend it."

Curse that fairy. Victor understood why Winkel could not stand the ex. "Don't I have any other choice?"

"There are two gods who have the right to possess your soul, and that is the dice and the moon people." The angel hesitated to speak again. "We also unexpectedly received a third afterlife marriage proposal from Camilla, the goddess of death, whom I quote because of her 'exemplary service to the undead revolution, and continued friendliness to the Church.'"

At this point, Victor might wish to consider a variety of proposals. He hated Dice for kidnapping him to Out

emo

de, but Camilla is a goddess with a dangerous reputation. He'd rather try the Chaos Gods first. "Well, what does the first two offer?"

"I'll make a request for a meeting." Mir wrote on parchment with a feather, and the paper disappeared instantly. "Thankfully, the Moonman should be in one of his 'good' phases. There was no rampage. ”

No sooner had she finished speaking than an entity appeared beside them, rumbling. Victor had to look up to see the complete, gigantic creature.

The other creature is a giant sur-gassa, a giant moon monster over sixty feet tall; A giant much larger than Winkel, it was draped in a shabby yellow robe, revealing only squid-like tentacles, heads, and hands. It also walks with a magical, pine-sized cane.

"Is this an appointment?" Did I forget?" To Victor's surprise, the Moonman sounds more like his elderly grandfather than a nasty person from outer space. Even more worrying is that it speaks in the human mind through telepathy, not through language.

"Hello, Mr. Moonman." Mir said with a cheeky smile. "I'm Miel, a junior angel insurance consultant. My client, Victor Dalton, is the prophet of your Miscellaneous Sect; Your descendant, Sue Gaza, claimed him on your behalf. ”

"I have a prophet?" The Moon Man sounded confused. "Am I religious?"

When Thul-Gatha

He's not kidding when complaining that his patronus is absent-minded. "Don't you hear the prayers of your faithful?" Victor asked.

"I hear talking a lot, but what about prayer?" The old abomination shook its head. "Cats and dogs rule your planet. You think they're enemies, but they have secret agreements. Pets in the president's home? They are presidents. When Kennedy threatened to reveal the truth, his dog, Charlie, ordered his assassination. ”

Victor blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Huh?" The big squid replied. "Really?"

"What did you just say about dogs and cats?"

"You should eat them after a hug?" God touches its tentacles with his hands as if it were a beard. "I'm old, so my memories aren't all there."

"He's the god of madness." Mill whispered to Victor. "He hasn't fully recovered yet."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm becoming a star, with a burning core and ionized breathing," 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 with a faint sound, and Victor looked at it.

He found himself facing a twentie-sided dice, full of magical powers. Each of its faces has live, multi-colored eyes that are located inside or next to the number. They all looked at Victor expectantly.

"Roll me," the dice asked in a child's voice.

…

"I'll get out! The dice god held on like a child. "For your afterlife!" me off!"

Victor stared blankly at the dice, while the Moon Man looked at it curiously. Mir winced, embarrassed by the scene.

That... Is that thing a god?

It was the one who brought him to Ofremond!

Finally, with nothing better to do, Victor grabbed the dice and threw them. The dice end up on its "tenth" side. "Ten! Said the god of magic. "Average afterlife! Reincarnated in Japan as a part-time worker!"

"That doesn't make sense!" Victor complained.

"I am God!" The dice replied triumphantly. "I don't need to be reasonable!"

"God of chaos." Mill said with a reluctant smile, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

Victor knew he should worship Allison's goddess of pleasure, Cyberbel.

The reincarnation of Japan seduced him; As scary as it may sound, he may find his way back to the United States and his family in time. Will they recognize him? As far as he knew, he could be reincarnated as a whole new person.

Seeing the dice rolling on their own on the table again, he changed his mind. He wanted to yell at the guy who had brought him to Outmund, but seeing its stupidity, he mustered up his courage again.

"I think I'll wait for God—"

Before he could finish speaking, a new figure appeared, glowing with gold.

The upper body of the newcomer is a golden-scaled, elegant winged woman, and the lower body is a green snake. Her hair was braided by snakes and she carried a bag full of scrolls on her back. Her sliding eyes slid over Victor like a ruthless merchant inspecting an item.

Humans immediately recognized the goddess.

"Oh, Miss Sasha!" As soon as the angel saw the goddess, his voice became dizzy. "What a surprise!"

"Mir, it's a pleasure to see you again." The business goddess immediately turned to Victor, apparently only talking about business and much more sober than her rivals. "Victor Dalton, today is your lucky day"

"You're betting on my soul too?" Damn, Victor is more popular after his death than he was when he was alive. At least she looked like a real, dignified god.

"Better. The mortals gave me a generous 'church donation' to bring you back to life in Overremond. ”

The man blinked. Didn't she charge a hefty service fee? Who will pay for it? Victor briefly thought of Winkel and then realized that the dragon would never give up a single coin. No, Mu

mu

i

The villagers may have raised money to save him.

"Wait, that [Nec

ophobia]?" Victor asked.

"I am a goddess. When the caster's level is close to god, overcoming it is trivial. The goddess gave him a sly smirk. Now, my service is 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'll give you a free Pe

k。 ”

"Are you bribing me in front of witnesses?"

"No, no, I'm glorifying the deal. It's been a while since no one could afford the 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 Ofremond. When I was conflicted about your undead and demonic adventures, a duty-free business district drew me in. Hopefully, when you come back from the dead, we can discuss the terms of the investment. ”

A typical businessman, in the wording of the request implies that he has accepted.

Victor hesitated. The other options weren't all so good, but returning to Ofremond meant continuing his life as a minion, and everything that came with it.

But...

Victor recalls what Sauruse had said to him before he got into a fight with Frebon. He has the opportunity to live a good life in the new world, instead of blindly reminiscing about the past.

Victor will never admit it out loud, but he has fallen in love with Ofraymond and the people he met there. Even that crazy dragon.

Especially that dragon.

"If I come back, will I still be able to go to heaven?" He asked Mir.

"You're going to have to get a new insurance plan." Mir smiled at him, he didn't feel innocent at all. "This time it's a better one."

This solves the problem.

"Good choice," Sasha said, happy with the deal. She touched his left arm with her cold fingers, and a tattoo of a coin with a snake motif appeared on his skin.

Congratulations! You have won [claimed by Shesha] personal benefits.

[claimed by Shesha]: When you level up, you have an additional 10% chance of gaining a charm or intelligence point. Businessmen, bankers, and entrepreneurs always see you as a trusted partner and will give you a 20% discount.

"Just as dragons dance, so do the earth and Ofremond." "The Golden Path is paved with the blood of elves"

"What?" Victor asked.

"I said, go home and do your prophetic work." The Moonman replied that he was just as confused as Victor. "I think..."

Xie Sha snapped her fingers, and a luxurious private jet suddenly appeared next to the moon man. "I am the goddess of business," Xie Sha told the astonished Victor. "The train is outdated, I have taste."

The door to the private jet opened, and Victor walked inside. Mir waved at him. "Come back soon!" The angel said.

Yes, that's right.

While death is painful, resurrection is like waking up from a happy sleep.

As soon as Victor opened his eyes, he found Chocolate's face approaching him to kiss him.

"Ahh Victor jumped to her feet in surprise, and the frightened priestess stepped back. It's a trap!

"Look, chocolate, I told you he didn't need CPR," Allison said. Victor realizes that most of the Minions and important inhabitants of the Whispering Clan, from Charlene to Kosson, are surrounding him in a circle. Malfoy with his scythe. "Welcome back, man."

"Sir!" The Pink Ranger cried at the scene. "You're still alive!"

As his eyes adjust to the light, Victor realizes that he has been resurrected in the depths of the cellar. The gates to hell were shut, and the guests of Van Kel sat in front of them, their stomachs full, silent in shock.

"You're raising money to fund my resurrection?" Victor guessed.

"We're all—" Cozzant began.

"No, we do, even Savou

euse，”Alliso

Answered, glaring at the werewolf. "Van Kerr forced you to do that."

"But this is far from satisfying the greed of the goddess, Victor," Jules Rapace admitted. "She's asking for too much."

So who will pay the difference?

"How can a dragon ......," Ice Fang said, his gaze empty and distant. Why are there dragons?"

Victor slowly stood up and looked around.

Most of Van Kkel's collection is missing, and there is a large hole in the middle. There are only a few thousand gold coins, random magic items, and crystallized princesses left. Winkel himself was whimpering in a corner, and Victor had never seen him so sad.

…

Holy hell.

"My treasure." Van Kerr covered his eyes with his hands and whimpered. "My Baby Baby......

Victor struggled to say something, staring blankly at the hole, then looking 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 dragons followed their example, leaving the two alone in the empty cellar.

"Why?" Victor finally asked, and Winkel looked at his chief of staff with dejected eyes. All he had in his head was that word. "Why? Today is your bragging day!"

"You are the crown jewel in my treasury......" Winkel regained some composure, forcing himself to put on a proud dragon face despite his obvious fright. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have collected it in the first place. You are more valuable. You're gone, what else is there to brag about?"

It was at that moment that Victor realized that he would not leave Wicker no matter what.

He didn't want to do that anymore.

"You know,..." Victor's voice grew quieter. Your Majesty, you are no longer just a 'master'. You've 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 am fired."

"Better so, minion Victor, for I won't let you sleep until you pay off the debt you owe me, and that's ......" Wankel took a deep breath. One thousand two million five hundred fifty-five thousand one hundred and thirty-three gold coins!" I raised you to be my most precious chief of staff, and you owe me even more money for my life!"

Debt of 12 million? Damn, it's his student loan again. "Well," replied Victor, oddly enough, with the odd thing that he took it in stride. "I'll figure it out, Your Majesty."

"Then you will work until we are all gods, and then order this greedy goddess to repay my exorbitant charges in full!"

"Absolutely." Victor replied, while Winkel was still roaring and venting, and the dragon regained its former pride. He can be the Minion god everywhere.

The job pays well, and from what he's gathered, he doesn't get worse than the others.

After cursing Sasha, the gods, and the merchants, Wankel calmed down. "The victor of the minions."

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"I promote you as my first and only 'friend,' as you wish," Winkel declared in his greedy fashion. "You'd better prove that you're worthy of the honor."

"I hope so." Victor replied, then corrected himself. "I do."

"I want to throw up." Fu

ibo

Finally spoke out of his scythe. "Watching you make me have diabetes."