Greetings, Chosen One.

A gaussian blur warped the living room. The blood red words hovering in front of him were the only thing Alastor saw. A faint smile spread over his face, twisting his mediocre features into something more… sinister.

Or so he liked to imagine.

He probably just looked like a weirdo.

Do—

“Skip Introduction.”

The red words faded, instead replaced by a soothing black color.

Skipping Introduction…

“I request to talk to a system administrator.”

The world around him darkened, and the living room disappeared within a split second.

Once again, he stood within the Void. A hooded grim reaper looking fellow waited. Devilish whispers echoed from the being, etching into Alastor’s very bones. Even with his unlimited arsenal of experience, the aura caused goosebumps to crawl across his skin.

Well, goosebumps would have popped up all over an amateur’s skin, but a pro like him—all he felt was second hand embarrassment for the system admin.

“I request the system administrator to change to his human form.” He scratched his head and looked away from the administrator. Gah. These chuunibyou system administrators always make me cringe.

Screeching laughter bellowed out from within the system administrator’s hood. A pleasant grassland instantly replaced the surrounding darkness. The grassland seemed to stretch on forever, completely uniform and orderly. There was not a single cloud in the pale blue sky, the sunlight that touched Alastor’s skin feeling soothing and mild.

A white table stood in front of Alastor, a chair on either side of it. The chairs, made out of multiple winding roots that entwined around each other to form an intricate design, looked both out of place yet completely natural next to the plain circular table.

A blonde man sat on the chair opposite to Alastor, a porcelain cup in hand. He wore an almost medieval coat and a cravat that looked like it was heavily inspired by steampunk, pulling off the look seamlessly. He gestured for Alastor to sit with his off hand, sipping from the cup in a regal manner.

The teenager didn’t hesitate and sat in the chair in a rather relaxed manner. A gentle smile spread over the blonde man’s face at his actions. “Since you’ve requested for me to don a human body, I’d assume you’d want to know my human title too. You can refer to me as ‘Aagya’. Now then, why have you summoned me here, Chosen One?”

D—don? Human title? Was Aagya seriously always this… Alastor struggled to find words to describe him, holding back the wide grin that threatened to break out. Weird while speaking? Like, I get he’s trying to appear formal and majestic, but seriously, dude? Don?

Alastor did not let his thoughts show on his face. Letting his faint smile grow ever so slightly, in a manner he imagined would look cool, he declared, “I wish to appeal to Section 4, Clause 8 of the Transmigration Treaty.”

A trace of surprise covered Aagya’s face, but the admin instantly replaced by his standard, business-like smile. However, a trace of curiosity seeped into Aagya’s gentle, emotionless voice, finally making him seem mortal. “Are you a double transmigrator? Or, perhaps, someone part of the Transmigration Committee?”

The teen, however, merely smiled and stared at Aagya patiently. If Alastor had learnt anything when it came to Aagya, it was that the lesser he revealed, the better the effect. The system admin would fill the gaps on his own using his limitless imagination and boundless creativity.

“Fine, fine. You humans act much too mysterious for your own good. Hm, so you want your family to transmigrate along with you?”

Aagya waved his off hand over the white table, causing a translucent screen to spread over its entirety. A giant family tree spread over it, listing over ten generations of Alastor’s ancestors. Only a few of the circles that represented his family members were bright, the two bottom most being the brightest.

“We have a new soul retrieving service now, too, just for three hundred energy points! Damn cheap, right?” Aagya leaned forward ever so slightly, his eyes glinting.

"Do you revive pets?" Alastor asked, excitement filling his face. "I had a pet goldfish, back in the day. I just adored it. But then it died. I still remember bitterly crying over it—"

"I—it isn't possible to revive pets," Aagya replied, traces of discomfort present on his face.

Alastor’s expression dimmed, looking truly disappointed. Aahh, Aagya and his hypocritical kindness. Alastor wasn’t a sadist who enjoyed seeing people uncomfortable, squirming in their seats. Well, maybe he was, but that wasn’t why he was teasing Aagya. He always got an extra point whenever he talked with Aagya in this exact same manner, so he had no choice but to do it to achieve his goal. His hands were being forced. Alastor was quite a good person, really.

“It’s okay. I select these two,” Alastor replied, his hand gesturing towards the bottom most circles containing the pictures of his mother and sister. “I would also like to redeem the beginner’s gift pack.”

For the first time since the beginning of their conversation, Aagya’s composed demeanor completely broke. Looking at Alastor with confusion, he muttered, “Beginner’s… gift pack? Isn’t that for first time transmigrators?”

“I never said that I had transmigrated before,” Alastor countered, his smile as peaceful as ever.

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The smile on Aagya’s face disappeared completely, and his eyes widened ever so slightly. “Who are you?”

“A godling.”

The system admin’s face turned completely blank. A few seconds passed in silence, after which literal stars appeared in his eyes. With unrivaled passion, Aagya gasped, “Tell me… everything.”

—

“Oh… my goodness, I still can’t believe that a god would actually mate with a human.” Contrary to his rather denouncing words, Aagya had a stupidly big smile on his face. After all, it wasn’t everyday that he’d come across such godly gossip.

Alastor shrugged helplessly. “Gods have weird kinks.”

“You’re cold, man. That’s passionate love right there. He’s even keeping in contact with you, right?” The blonde man rebuked him with a righteous expression. Leaning forward towards Alastor, he whispered, “Can you... tell me who your father is? Your secret will be safe with me.”

Alastor shook his head and smiled, shrugging as if he was helpless in the matter.

Aagya sighed before leaning back, looking somewhat disappointed. “Alright, that’s understandable. The gift pack will be in your inventory. I’m assuming you do know how to use the system, yeah?”

The teen nodded before pushing back the chair and standing up. Aagya stood up too, before making an exaggerated bow.

“Alright then, young godling. I hope that your first transmigration will be a fruitful experience. Toodles!”

Although Alastor was supposed to just stay silent if he followed his past eight resets to a tee, he felt slightly curious. The last time that he had tried to change something while conversing with fellow living entities was in his third reset, but that didn’t work out too well. To be fair, I was kinda in my edgy phase back then and might have made some… questionable choices… back then, when choosing my dialogues…

He had ended up just sticking to speedrunning his resets. It was the easiest and most efficient way, after all. Honestly, unlike social interactions, it was pretty straightforward. The faster he destroyed the entire universe, the higher his rank. However, the last run had been messed up greatly due to Agnes, and that made him question his beliefs. Was it truly efficient to rely only on the combat side of things? It could be better to delve into the social side of things too, maybe see just why and how he was getting these extra points—

“Hellooo? Earth to… damn, I don’t know your name… earthling?” Aagya crooned, breaking Alastor out of his reverie. Noticing that he had gotten Alastor’s attention once more, the system admin muttered, “You okay? You just kinda spaced out.”

Alastor chuckled awkwardly, and a veiled glint of curiosity rippled within his eyes, unnoticed by Aagya. Aagya is really soft towards people who have inner ‘conflicts’, right?

“I guess the shock of all this is finally sinking in. I guess…” Alastor’s voice wavered. “I guess I never even considered the possibility that this could all be real.”

Aagya’s eyes softened at his words, “Just think of all of this as a bad dream. You’ll be back on Earth before you know it.”

Alastor nodded, trying his best to look solitary. “Bye.”

Alastor felt his cheeks flush due to embarrassment when the realization of what he was doing sunk in. Argh. This isn’t necessary. I should just stick to speedrunning.

The endless grasslands around them faded, replaced by the all too familiar Void once more.

Alastor waved his hand, summoning the all so familiar magical parchment paper. He scanned the information regarding the points he’d gained, cementing them in detail as regal golden ink filled up the entry. Just as he expected, the giant blood red number below ‘Chaos Points’ – the points that counted for the leaderboard – changed from a zero to an one—no, a two.

Chaos Points:

2

Soul Points:

1

Yo, there’s no way that was really effective. Alastor looked at the bloody two, stunned. So… just what is the criteria here? What did I even do differently this time that I didn’t during the third reset?

All the while, the system’s notice hovered in front of him, its black letters standing out even amidst the darkness.

Initiate Transmigration?

The smile on Alastor’s face dimmed, barely present, as he thought about the issue. The only difference he could think of was the fact that he was…. more likable, at least according to traditional standards, this time.

Sympathy? Love? The power of friendship? Just what fuels these points?

While positive emotions made the most sense, it was something that did not suit Chaos’s character in the slightest. Chaos is a legendary god, so surely he wouldn’t have ended up resorting to some bullshit feature like ‘the power of love’ as the criteria, right?

But then again, what’s more chaotic than fickle humans—no, living entities’ love?

In the end, tsking and tutting, he summoned Chaos’s journal feature, unable to reach a solid conclusion. He only made journal records when something changed.

“Open Journal.”

The system’s words vanished, replaced by Chaos’s notice.

Opening Journal… Entry title?

“Reset Seven, Day One, Log One.”

Title Registered.

A white parchment, slightly crumpled, appeared in front of him and lay itself over the darkness surrounding him. Alastor began monologuing about his encounter with Aagya. As he spoke in his mind, black letters began appearing on the white canvas, beautiful and delicate in penmanship.

“First encounter with Aagya, System Administrator Thirteen. Claimed beginner gift pack, transmigrated family to safehouse. Safehouse made with points gotten from gift pack, audio attached to them both. Received verified transmigrator account as part of the gift pack. Aagya remains as gossipy as usual, minimal chances of this being a completely different parallel universe. Highly likely for now that Chaos has indeed waded through time, and not glitched like I feared.

Basically, I did everything the same except for the interaction.

I got an extra point after gaining more sympathy from Aagya. It looks like I’ll have to resort to becoming a white lotus bitch, at this rate. Argh. This is unnecessarily complicated. Well, I still have to conduct a lot more experiments to get a clearer idea about this whole segment of the game.”

He paused for a moment, skimming through what he noted down.

“End Entry.”

The white parchment disappeared, replaced by Chaos’s notice once more.

Entry Registered. End Journal?

“End Journal.”

Chaos's words faded, finally letting the system's notice have the limelight.

Initiate Transmigration?

“Gah. Primus is such a boring place, dude. Fine, whatever, yes.”

His consciousness rapidly faded, causing him to faint within a split second.