The Gods' Apology
As soon as we closed the door and stepped out of the building entrance, Yuna, Shin, and I let out a collective sigh of relief.
“Finally, it’s the weekend. We don’t have to come to work for two days,” Shin said.
Yuna cried out dramatically. “I wish I could just leave this office and go somewhere else. I’m done handling everyday pressure and workload — it’s draining every ounce of energy I have.”
“There’s nothing we can do,” I sighed. “We’re stuck for life.”
We all took a deep breath and exchanged our final goodbyes before going our separate ways. The office pressure was insane, and since the three of us were young, new joiners, we were easy targets for the higher-ups.
It was exhausting to be heading home this late, especially when there was no one waiting for me — I had to make everything on my own.
My parents divorced and left me with my grandmother when I was very young, without so much as a second thought about me.
It had been three years since she passed, and now I lived alone in the big house she’d left behind, cooking for myself, trying to live a quiet life that the corporate world had all but ruined.
Walking down the pathway, I found myself deciding which gay porn to watch and which RPG to play afterward — my everyday ritual for shedding the stress of work.
I never wanted to work in the corporate world in the first place. I’d always dreamed of farming, raising poultry, anything that let me live close to nature and find some peace.
But in this chaotic world, you needed money to survive, and money came from work. Chasing my dream required funds and land I simply didn’t have, so I had no choice but to keep clocking in.
As I was mid-thought — debating which of my favorite porn stars would help me unwind tonight — a blinding light swallowed my vision. It struck like lightning, and yet, strangely, it felt calm. Peaceful. And then it consumed me completely.
When I opened my eyes, a faint voice was calling my name.
“Akira. Akira, wake up.”
I tried to push myself up onto my knees, my whole body aching as though it had been dragged through something heavy.
The world around me looked nothing like the one I’d left — it felt like a dream.
Three achingly handsome men stood before me, and the one in the middle was the one calling my name. His face was etched with apology, his hands fidgeting at his sides.
He wore flowing white robes that looked almost heavenly, and a small crown sat on his head. The moment I rose to my feet, he rushed forward and gripped my hands in his.
“I’m so sorry. You were accidentally struck by my lightning while I was setting a barrier around the world, and you died. It’s my fault. Please — please forgive me.”
The other two men were dressed similarly, radiating the same divine air, but their expressions carried a thin edge of irritation — likely aimed at what their companion had done.
“Okay,” I managed, “but who are you? What exactly is going on? What happened to me?”
The man steadied himself, drew a long breath, and said, “Let me explain everything.”
“I am the God of Protection.” He gestured to his left. “This is the God of Creation.” Then to his right. “And this is the God of Destruction.
We are the three gods of this world — a world separate from the Earth you knew. You could call it a parallel realm. And because of my carelessness, you are dead.”
I couldn’t wrap my head around what he was telling me. “So I’m dead? I can’t go back to the life I was living? You can’t send me back?”
The God of Protection lowered his head, guilt written plainly across his face. Before he could answer, the God of Creation calmly spoke instead.
“It’s true — you cannot return to the Earth you came from. But here is what we can offer you. We can reincarnate you into this world, body and soul intact.
It is a realm brimming with magic and magical creatures. You could build a new life here. As an apology, each of us will grant you one wish. Would you like to be reincarnated into this world?”
For an RPG addict like me, it wasn’t even a question — my mouth nearly said yes before my brain caught up. But I held myself back, forced my racing thoughts to still, and said instead, “I’ll consider it.
But I want to know more about this world first. I don’t know anything about it — how am I supposed to make a wish blind?”
The God of Protection looked ready to panic at being met with a question instead of an answer, but the God of Creation simply lifted his hand.
A tiny light flickered above his palm, and he pushed it gently toward me.
“I’ll give you the basic knowledge of this world, so you have something to work with when you decide.”
The light entered my mind with a jolt of pain, information pouring in like a flood - as if someone else’s lifetime of memory had been crammed into my skull in an instant.
My hands flew to my ears as a piercing ring drowned out every other sound, and when it finally settled, I was left with the basic knowledge and language of the world I was about to be reborn into.
My heart pounded, my mind reeling with something close to euphoria. This was the moment every RPG lover dreamed of — the instant your fantasy stopped being fantasy.
Now that I knew where I was heading, I steadied myself and turned my focus to what needed to be settled before these three gods.
I ran through a mental checklist of the essentials:
" There was freedom to choose your own partner — and you could marry as many as you wanted.
It was an omegaverse world, where men could marry men. That alone was the best news I’d heard all day, considering the world I’d come from where being openly gay was never an option.
People wielded elemental affinities that determined their strength — the higher the affinity, the stronger the elemental skills.
This was a Taming world — strong enough, and you could tame beasts to your side.
Kings and emperors ruled here, and beneath them, slaves and the poor.
Strength was survival. If you were weak, the wealthy would crush you without a second thought — just like back home. "
I bowed before the three gods, the very deities worshipped and prayed to across this new world, and after turning it all over in my mind, I finally felt ready to ask my questions — and make my three wishes.
