Hey guys! Author here once more. So I had fun doing this interlude, so I want to ask you people. What kind of style do you want me to write in? Do you want me to do it in the comedic way, like this chapter? Or do you want me to do it more serious style? I like comedy, and it's much easier for me to write since I'm a clown in the first place, but writing in a more serious style might develop the story better. So what do you think? Thank you for reading and enjoy!

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Yuna blinked once and then blinked once more.

Yuna: ‘Wasn’t I supposed to be dead?’

That was when she noticed her surroundings. She was currently surrounded by pitch darkness. Glancing at her own body, she noticed that she couldn’t see any of it, as if though she was invincible. Yuna was currently inside the Void, which was occupied by Michael for some time as well.

???: [Take that… you pig fucker!]

Yuna spun around, reacting to the voice she just heard. She saw an old man in white sitting on a chair in front of her. He was playing a game on a shitty and outdated HP laptop. The scene was truly bizarre and Yuna hesitated to come into contact with the old man. However, she didn’t have many options. In fact, it was her only option if she wanted to get out of here.

Yuna: ‘Excuse me? … EXCUSE ME!!’

Yuna discovered that she couldn’t speak, so she decided to scream as loudly as possible using her mind. To her delight, the old man fell out of his chair.

???: [What the hell? Who are you? How did you get here?]

Yuna: ‘I could say the same thing to you.’

???: [I am God Almighty himself!]

Yuna: ‘Huh, so God is an old man after all…’

God: [How many times do I have to repeat this? The form you’re seeing is the form you imagine me to be. Who are you?]

Yuna: ‘I’m Yuna.’

God: […]

Yuna: ‘…’

God: [Never mind. Give me one second.]

God walked up to his computer and alt-tabbed out of A*gry B*rds. He seemed to be checking up something on the computer. After seemingly a minute or so, Yuna winced as she saw God slapping himself across the forehead.

God: [No… how could this be?]

Yuna: ‘Er, what is it?’

God: [You… weren’t supposed to die yet.]

Yuna: ‘…what?’

God: [You see, that story that you read on the computer, ‘Goddess of Beauty’, was originally supposed to bring someone here according to a list of criteria. After it has been activated once, the whole system should have been shut down. But I… well… there was a programming error in the code… and the reincarnation truck wasn’t deactivated.]

Yuna: ‘Aren’t you God? How did you make such a big blunder?’

God: [I was kinda lazy, so… I made a programmer code it instead, or rather, the spirit of the programmer. What was his name, again? Ah yes, I believe it was St*ve J*bs. Guess he was more of a marketing agent than a programmer.]

Yuna: ‘Wait, so what happens to me?’

God: [Worry not! I’m not an evil deity. I like to have some fun at times, yes, but I’m not going to go out of my way to harm you. Although I can’t reincarnate you into the same body, I have an open position here in a different world that you can take. Also, Michael, was it? He’s also in this world as well, occupying a similar position.]

Yuna’s eyes, if she had eyes, would have glistened with hope as this point.

Yuna: ‘Michael is also there?’

God: [Yes! Not bad for a sales pitch, right? Anyways, you know gods and all that good stuff from mythology? I believe you read a book about it with Michael back on Earth. Anyways, I want you to occupy the same position as those deities. Well, you won’t start off powerful -- you’ll have to build your way up. You’ll start off young, about the age of ten, and then you’ll grow up. With the growth of your body, you’ll hopefully grow your skills. I want you to be responsible for war, since that’s the only important position not yet filled… though, it would have been better if you were a guy.]

God muttered the last sentence under his breath, so Yuna didn’t hear him well.

Yuna: ‘Huh? Did I miss something there?’

God: [No! Nothing! So anyways, do you want to take this position? I can send you elsewhere if you want.]

Yuna: ‘No, that’s good enough for me. Finally, I’ll get to see Michael again. I wonder if he’s handsome this time.’

God: [Well, he grew up quite attractive, let’s just say that.]

Yuna: ‘Makes me want to see him even more. So when do we begin?’

God: […Right now.]

Yuna began to fall through a porthole that God had opened up.

God: [He he, it’ll be really fun to see how she reacts when she sees him. Oops, I mean ‘her’. Ha ha ha! Now, I need to take care of business. I did threaten him if he did a bad job after all.]

And on the same day that Yuna died, A*ple had to declare bankruptcy.

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Yuna: [Ugh, I feel as if my head is splitting open.]

Yuna sat up while rubbing her head. Light entered her eyes as soon as she opened them. She didn’t know why, but she felt… different, as if though this wasn’t her body. She spent some time reassuring herself.

Yuna: [Well, of course it’s not my body. God probably made my body more athletic, if I’m to be responsible for war. It’s younger as well, though I do think that I’m rather tall for a ten year old girl. I feel rather uncomfortable between my legs as well. Wonder what it is.]

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Yuna stretched out the band of her shorts to be greeted by an unfamiliar sight.

Yuna: [P-p-p-p-penis!?]

Yuna had to spend the next couple of hours lying on the ground due to fainting from shock.

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One year after Yuna’s death, Sam was sitting inside of an airplane. He had already graduated high school, so he was attending his graduation trip. Though, he didn’t understand why the destination was Hawaii, but he followed nonetheless. Sam thought that it would be the best way to drown his sorrows after the loss of his two best friends.

Sam: [Man, how did Yuna die? According to the official report, she was run over by a truck, but she was nowhere near the road. Could the FBI be involved in this case? Wait, that’s totally crazy.]

Due to talking to himself a lot, Sam was labelled as the ‘muttering idiot’ by his own classmates.

???: [Aloha! Who’s ready for this trip?]

The one who yelled was the teacher of Sam’s classroom, Nacho Taco. Sam suspected that he was an illegal Mexican immigrant, but had no proof of that so he kept his accusations to himself.

All that Nacho Taco got was the sound of crickets. Everybody was already used to his antiques, so they learnt that the only way to deal with them is to ignore him in the first place.

Sam quickly glanced around the cabin. It seemed that his class was occupied by either outstanding kids like himself, or weird ones. Speaking of outstanding, there was Chinchen Waxuang. He was an extremely smart and talented Chinese kid, though his level wasn’t quite at Michael’s when he was alive. He appeared for the last year of school, so neither Michael nor Yuna knew anything about him.

Out of the weird kids, the weirdest had to be Ooga Booga. Not only was his name weird, the only words that could describe him would be a sex maniac. This nerdy Caucasian boy in glasses would constantly salivate when think about boobs, butts, and other sexually relating things to girls. Everyone knew that it was best to stay away from him.

Finally, the last person of mention would be the queen of the classroom, Michelle Sleziak. When Sam first saw her, he almost burst out laughing at the amount of cliché oozing from her. Her appearance truly mentioned her personality. She was a tall, fairly busty, blonde girl from Poland that had drill hair. Drill hair! Sam had never seen drill hair before, and here was a girl perfectly matched the appearance with her snobbish behaviour.

Sam: [Man, I wish that Yuna and Michael were here beside to have a good laugh at our classmates. They started to appear all of a sudden this year.]

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God: [Yes! I got 3 stars for this level! I’m so proud of myself. It only took 53 hours. No matter, I have all the time in the world. Hmm, what’s this… a request for summoning? Oh, for crying out loud, can’t they deal with this shit themselves? Guess I’ll have to take care of them until one of them finally reaches THAT level. Let’s see. No, not this group. These people do not work either. Ah ha! These will be decent-ish heroes. Off you go, summoning truck!]

The summoning truck honked once before disappearing into a wormhole.

God: [Now, where was I again?]

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Sam: [Well, we’re almost there.]

Sam was currently looking outside the window, marvelling at the passing clouds below.

Sam: ‘Hmm? What’s that? … Holy shit!’

Outside the window, Sam noticed an object approaching the plane. This was not a meteor, nor a plane, nor a bird. It wasn’t even superman. It was… a truck. A black truck was approaching the plane.

Sam’s jaw dropped to the ground. He swore that he could feel the cold floor under his chin. Sam wanted to shout, but he couldn’t utter a single sound out of his mouth.

Sam: ‘What the fuck is happening?’

These were Sam’s last thoughts before the truck rammed into the plane.

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Sam: ‘My head is killing me.’

Sam raised his head to look at the scene in front of him. He wasn’t inside a plane anymore. Standing on a red carpet, he noticed guards all around him. Examining his surroundings, it appeared that he was inside some kind of castle. In front of him was an elder that was sitting on top of a throne while wearing a crown.

Sam: ‘Please don’t say it…’

Elder: [Welcome, heroes, to our world!]

Sam: ‘Oh, god! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!’

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Watching the scene on the monitor, God chuckled at the scene unfolding before him.

God: [I like that kid. I’m going to give him a bigger blessing than the other people.]

God waved his hands for a bit before stopping.

God: [Done. All the heroes have my blessing now. Let’s return to browsing my favourite fiction on royalroad. It seems that some kid wanted to imitate my prologue, and he’s doing a damn good job at that. Hmm, what’s this?]

On God’s monitor was a comment made by a user.

nightmares: Hey guys the last god is me!!!

God: [Get the fuck out of here!]

That was the day when the user by the name of nightmares was smote by lightning.

God: [He he he! I have great plans for this little guy.]

God spoke as he held onto the sphere of light that was nightmares’ soul.