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Quoted By: >>5397839
You are Anon, master baiter, master masturbator, coomer per excellence, and UOOOOOOHHHHposter bar none.
You are currently in a white void with the only other presence being a dude that looks about ten seconds away from trying to sell you NFTs.
"Rude." His expression does not change a smidge. "But noted, I shall choose another appearance when interacting with mortals. I'd go with my real self, but it gets tiring seeing wood splinters grow from all their orifices."
Can you ask why you're here?
"Because I'm sending you to another world, of course. Because you are the kind of person that wants that. And because it serves my interests."
You don't like where this is going. It's a god and not a cute goddess isekaing you, and he talks about interests?! What have things come to?!
"Demiurge, not god. I'm not prideful enough to claim the title, unlike a certain jumped-up harlot of whom we will talk in just a minute." He clears his throat. "And my interests, uncharacteristically, are the kindest of the kind: saving a world."
You are now sitting on a comfortable sofa, the being's hands on squeezing on your shoulders with fake familiarity.
A blotch of black appears in front of you spreading into a screen that show a planet much like Earth, if Earth where to be plate-shaped, upheld by four humanoid... things that make your eyes hurt, and the sky above the clouds was a glass dome.
"You see that? Fantastic, isn't it? Now, I trust that you don't need an introduction to Heroes and Demon Kings."
Nooooo, sire. You know enough about those to write a, no, the book on them.
"Well, there is a Hero and there is a Demon King, only that much like you're here making a deal with me-"
Deals usually come with choice attached.
"Oh, shush before I turn you into a tree. Where was I going? Ah, yes. The Demon King made a deal with an enemy of mine, and she is casting a spell that will destroy the entire world, while the Hero is killing goblins and slimes."
Destroying the entire world? That's stupid, what could she rule over after that?
"It is indeed foolish, but she's traumatized, suicidal, and, between you and me, not very bright. Of greater importance is that the ruler of that world, a self-proclaimed "Goddess" is completely confident that her chosen hero will defeat the Demon King and all will be alright."
Any reason she shouldn't be?
"There is just a week before the Demon King's spell completes."
Oh. OH. OH SHIT, YOU DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THAT.
There is pain, and you look down to see the man's hand piercing your chest, saplings sprouting fom the gaps between his hand and your flesh.
"Don't be such a worrywart, I'm going to craft a <span class="mu-s">[Cheat/Mask]</span> just for you."
Blackness creeps into your sight.
"Oh, and if you do meet that goddess, tell her The Carnival Forest sends his regards."
You are currently in a white void with the only other presence being a dude that looks about ten seconds away from trying to sell you NFTs.
"Rude." His expression does not change a smidge. "But noted, I shall choose another appearance when interacting with mortals. I'd go with my real self, but it gets tiring seeing wood splinters grow from all their orifices."
Can you ask why you're here?
"Because I'm sending you to another world, of course. Because you are the kind of person that wants that. And because it serves my interests."
You don't like where this is going. It's a god and not a cute goddess isekaing you, and he talks about interests?! What have things come to?!
"Demiurge, not god. I'm not prideful enough to claim the title, unlike a certain jumped-up harlot of whom we will talk in just a minute." He clears his throat. "And my interests, uncharacteristically, are the kindest of the kind: saving a world."
You are now sitting on a comfortable sofa, the being's hands on squeezing on your shoulders with fake familiarity.
A blotch of black appears in front of you spreading into a screen that show a planet much like Earth, if Earth where to be plate-shaped, upheld by four humanoid... things that make your eyes hurt, and the sky above the clouds was a glass dome.
"You see that? Fantastic, isn't it? Now, I trust that you don't need an introduction to Heroes and Demon Kings."
Nooooo, sire. You know enough about those to write a, no, the book on them.
"Well, there is a Hero and there is a Demon King, only that much like you're here making a deal with me-"
Deals usually come with choice attached.
"Oh, shush before I turn you into a tree. Where was I going? Ah, yes. The Demon King made a deal with an enemy of mine, and she is casting a spell that will destroy the entire world, while the Hero is killing goblins and slimes."
Destroying the entire world? That's stupid, what could she rule over after that?
"It is indeed foolish, but she's traumatized, suicidal, and, between you and me, not very bright. Of greater importance is that the ruler of that world, a self-proclaimed "Goddess" is completely confident that her chosen hero will defeat the Demon King and all will be alright."
Any reason she shouldn't be?
"There is just a week before the Demon King's spell completes."
Oh. OH. OH SHIT, YOU DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THAT.
There is pain, and you look down to see the man's hand piercing your chest, saplings sprouting fom the gaps between his hand and your flesh.
"Don't be such a worrywart, I'm going to craft a <span class="mu-s">[Cheat/Mask]</span> just for you."
Blackness creeps into your sight.
"Oh, and if you do meet that goddess, tell her The Carnival Forest sends his regards."
