3rd POV:
(AN: The story reached 300.000 words by now.
Geez.
So I decided to give a short and brief story about different events just to help contextualize some things in the story.
No, these Omakes will not happen in 300k to 300k increments. I don't really have a system for that yet.
You do NOT need to read them, to understand the rest of the story.
Anyway, enjoy.)
Umbra woke up in the middle up bum fuck nowhere. He observed himself, noting that he was young again. Judging by his lack of scars, before the war broke out.
Guess, there is that. An answer to a question that plagued humanity since the its dawns of existence.
Umbra sighed.
Well, at least he was not in hell.
But he also clearly wasn't in heaven either.
It wasn't much, but it was something.
He always wondered if his deeds would land him either or, if the afterlife existed.
On one hand he did kill a lot of people and engage in a lot of lustful acts. No, the excuse that he needed to unwind from all the stress his duties brought, was never made, not even to himself in his own mind.
On the other hand, he served his people and brought them prosperity, stability and security. He sacrificed for them to the point he basically had no personal life.
Umbra sighed again.
His actions probably cancelled each other out and he landed in limbo, if he remembers limbo was nothing or something along those lines.
A plane of existence where nothing happened.
...
Wait, how was this not hell again?
Was his punishment to go insane from boredom or isolation?
At least he had no regrets in life having died at old age. There was at least that before he loses himself in hysteria.
Umbra lied down on the ground closing his eyes to the grey world around him.
Not very long afterward Umbra opened his eyes as he heard someone laughing.
''I knew you were a good choice for my purposes,'' the strange voice told him. Umbra stood up and looked in the direction the voice came in.
Umbra came face to face with shadows. Ironic as his name meant shadow in Latin. Then again, calling the entity a shadow seemed like a disservice. It seemed as if ... sucked? light in. He could only make out the shape of a humanoid form, with two red dots where his face was.
''So you agree too? It IS ironic right?,'' the stranger asked amused.
Oh.
Umbra winced, but quickly composed himself.
This was either God or some sort of other powerful entity. Of course, he could read his mind. That was probably a good way to judge someone, aside from their actions.
''Ah, pish, pash, posh. Call me Rob with one b. Anyway back to the matter at hand,'' a ledger fell down into Robs hands and he looked a little at it.
''Yup. You are perfect,'' Rob said closing the ledger.
''Perfect for what?,'' Umbra asked him cautiously. wait, he did mention something about purposes.
''Well, for entertaining me of course. What you think it is easy being a god? Nothing happens as the big one upstairs won't let us fight each other. Something about wiping out multiverse clusters or whatever. Urgh, boooooring. So I need to turn to idiots like you. You know how it is, mortals being used as pawns by the gods for entertainment and yadda, yadda, yadda,'' Rob complained.
Umbras eyes twitched. No, he did not know how that is, on the account he was not a god. Could he refuse?
''Nope. Anyway, you sir have been selected for the isekai program. Congratulations. No, it is not the same as in the stories. You do not get to choose your wishes. That is stupid and contrary to my goal of being entertained.
Listen well maggot.
You are now the proud owner of aaaaaaaa.... void mind. No one can read you mind, ever, under any circumstances. I let you explore the rest.
You also possess reality warping magic now. Congratulation, the world is now your oyster and the sky your limit.
Sike you thought, the limit is your imagination.
Questions maggot?, Rob asked him.
''Wait. When you say imagination, do you mean I can do anything I want if i understand the science behind it?,'' Umbra asked getting whiplash from the guy.
Ah.
Some of the other gods did tell him how mortals could not really grasp what they really meant by the limit was their imagination immediately.
''Correct, maggot. And because I know how dumb you are, I am even magnanimous enough to give you crutches until you can stand on your own feet. Super strength and durability, immortality that you can share with others,'' Rob told him, deciding to have some fun with him. There was no harm in a little prank, if anything he can use it as motivation to become better. With the way multiverses worked there should be enough of them making that decision.
Umbra looked a little at him, trying to get his bearings and come to a decision.
Honestly, despite some of the stuff Rob said, for a god he sounded incredible chill.
Rob almost burst laughing. Ah yes, he forgot the guy he chose had a few screws up there. Oh well, he wasn't too wrong in his belief, even if he arrived there for the wrong reasons. People were skeptical if something seemed to be too good to be true and would become resistant and paranoid.
That was not in his interest.
''Wait, what if I fail to entertain you? Will you take away my powers?,'' Umbra asked him.
''Nope, can't do that. No such thing as a return policy exists in our department, so if you fail nothing happens and I will just pick another one. Oh, but if you die and stand before me again I will unleash hell on you,'' Rob decided to mess with him some more.
''Can I refuse then?,'' Umbra asked him.
''You bitch ass pussy. Stop pretending that you consider refusing in the first place. You yourself want to have a life not dictated by duty. YoU HavE nO ReGRets, my ass,'' Rob mocked him.
''Fine, fine. So do I need to do anything else besides that? Entertain you that is?,'' Umbra asked him.
''Nope,'' Rob said popping the 'p'.
''Ok, so what now?,'' Umbra asked him only to catch a red orb that Rob threw at him.
''What am I supposed to do with it? Swallow it?,'' Umbra asked him confused.
''Exactly,'' Rob said moving his finger and causing Umbra to face plant with the red orb going through his mouth making him choke in surprise. He stood up after composing himself again.
''Well, we are done now. Shush, maggot,'' Rob told him.
''Thank you,'' Umbra said sincerely, before getting blasted away from this plane by Rob.
...
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...
?...? chuckled suddenly when he heard some of the thoughts from 'Bell'.
There really were some screws loose, if all he got from this interaction was that he was a chill guy and decent.
Oh well.
His ledger landed in his hand again and he went over the information again.
There was a reason he chose him or why he went with that performance in their encounter.
Yes.
Bell O'Quinn would suit him just fine for his duties.
A shame they could only indirectly interact with multiverse clusters, but rules were rules.
''Good luck, my champion,'' ?...? said to the empty space.
''The task before you is herculean indeed.''