Chapter 4

Melody was surprised that a visitor had made himself comfortable in her home.

The man was seated on the couch, leisurely tapping away at his phone.

"Ah, I see your done exploring your new community."

The man stood up and turned around. He was middle aged and wrinkles could be seen very faintly from his face.

The man seemed to be wearing a navy cape around a long white dress. Dress?? This man seemed like he had come straight out of a fantasy novel, with multiple symbols tattooed into his skin and his clothes.

The man looked her in the eyes. "Hello Melody"

Melody awkwardly stood there, unsure what to say. The man smiled gently at her.

"I'm here to talk to you about the chat."

The chat? She questioned. What chat? Oh, the chat that had changed her life. That one.

She nodded quietly. Her mind was bursting with questions she wanted to ask him. Why am I added to the chat? How did you get into my house? What's going on? Can you cook? I'm hungry.

At the moment, I won't tell you my name. For now, call me Sid. The man walked to the kitchen.

"If you're so calm, you must've not registered the news yet."

He stopped in his tracks and told her. "Melody, you've been moved to another dimension to act as the supervisor of the thirteen gods"

Hey now, did the man think that she was to dumb to figure it out. She had just started middle school syndrome a little late. If she couldn't figure out that she had transferred to a mystical world then two years of worshipping her idols would've passed in vain.

But she was a supervisor? She thought she had to do small tasks for them from time to time.

"We want you to be a double agent." The man told her. "to supervise them."

Melody was immediately confused. They didn't seem to be bad people nor did they confront anybody. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I can accept"

The man smiled at her again. "We can give you anything you want if you agree to our deal"

This seemed extremely sketchy. "Here, we drafted out a contract. You can put in your request in the space at the bottom"

As Melody began to read, her face began to contort. What sort of contract was this? This obviously was a slave contract.

She certainly couldn't accept this.

"Miss Melody, you know that the people in that chat group are extremely powerful. We simply want to provide help for you just in case you get into trouble"

With a slave contract? Was that how people worked over here. She sighed and said "I'm sorry but I don't want to accept"

The man nodded politely. "No worries Miss Melody, we'll be sure to make you accept our request sooner or later."

With that, the man picked up his coat and disappeared into thin air. This chat group might not be all good after all.

She had just gotten settled into her new world, and there was already this confusion happening?