Working for a God

Kevin sat immobile as a clock on his chair, eyes fixed straight ahead, hands placed on his knees, and his expression extremely solemn. He realized he was facing a situation beyond human understanding. If he wanted to enjoy the rest of his life smoothly, the wisest choice would be to his usual lazy and nonchalant demeanor and listen carefully to the woman who claimed to be a god.

"How does it feel to personally experience the Creation?" Raven 12345 glanced at Kevin with a hint of a smile in her eyes.

Kevin observed Raven 12345's expression and, confirming that she was indeed easy to talk to, he hesitantly grinned, "I have to ask, is this all an illusion… and will you kill me afterward?"

"No, because many people have asked you this question before, and I'm not surprised at all," Raven 12345 shrugged. "I'll show you more things until you fully understand and believe what I tell you, but not now. For now, you just need to take what I say as truth, and then let's talk about work."

Kevin raised his hand to signal her to pause, as he needed time to sort out what had happened.

He thought the bizarre events he experienced were just earthly matters, but this woman claimed to come from… another world? Not Earth, not an alien planet, not an alien galaxy, but another universe! She claimed to come from an empire that ruled over multiple universes and worked at a unit called the Temporal Administration Bureau, specifically responsible for managing the order of this universe. Now, this woman who claimed to be a god said she needed to find an agent to handle the trivial matters on Earth, so she approached Kevin…

That was the whole story from beginning to end. The language was not hard to understand, but it was quite a challenge to one's worldview.

Kevin secretly glanced at Raven 12345, who obviously noticed but didn't react. Taking this opportunity, Kevin began to compare the silver-haired woman in front of him with his impression of gods and immortals, such as adding wings behind her or a halo above her head… But he soon gave up after fiddling around for a while, knowing it was a waste of time: ever since he met that werewolf who was afraid of cats, he should have thrown all the legends of Earth down the drain.

"So there really are other universes?" Kevin looked at Raven 12345 with a hesitant expression. "I've read about it in books, parallel universes and all that, is that the theory?"

"It's much more complex than that. The true structure of the macrocosm is far more intricate than humans imagine," Raven 12345 pursed her lips, seemingly too lazy to explain the issue. "You won't have access to things from other worlds for now. That comes after becoming a permanent employee or having special tasks. Your main priority now is to take care of your own little patch of land…

Why me?" Kevin couldn't help but interrupt, feeling the need to assert some initiative, even if he couldn't physically overpower the other party. "You didn't ask for my consent, did you?"

"Oh right, I forgot about that," Raven 12345 slapped her forehead, causing Kevin to shed a cold sweat. "The principle of voluntary work, indeed there is such a principle… I had just assumed you agreed. So, you don't want to?"

Kevin was taken aback, not expecting the other party's conditions to be so lenient. This easy-going demeanor was unlike the mysterious force he had imagined: he had thought refusing to cooperate would result in his death. However, after Raven 12345 presented these lenient conditions, he hesitated: what should he do? Really refuse? It felt a bit wasteful… as if this exciting new life of his was going to be stillborn before it even began.

"What will happen if I don't agree?"

"I'll erase your memories of the past two days, and I'll take care of that werewolf too. Don't worry, neither you nor the werewolf will be harmed. It's just that you'll have no further involvement with these things you shouldn't have contacted. Ordinary people have ordinary lives, and those who, as ordinary beings, come into contact with extraordinary matters have historically met fates," Raven 12345 explained calmly. "I'll find another agent; after all, there are plenty of Earthlings. If it really comes down to it, I can even apply to send an intern as an assistant from above."

Kevin felt a tightness in his chest, a inexplicable sensation spreading through him. He shook his head: "But if I agree, what exactly do you want me to do? Let me make it clear, I won't do anything immoral. I'm a good person."

Raven 12345's lips curled up slightly: "Don't be so nervous. You're working for the gods. In other pantheons, this position is even called the 'Holy Son' or 'Agent,' but we have a special system so we don't call it that. What are you worried about? I won't make you do anything bad. Your main tasks are two-fold: First, host some guests, just like you used to, except these guests will be special. They need help, a place to settle down, and someone to guide them. You need to host and care for them so that they don't cause havoc in the human world. Second, help me with other tasks."

Kevin: "…" Instinctively, he felt that the second task was the main focus!

"You mean guests like Lily?" Kevin tried to learn more, even though it wouldn't give him the initiative, at least it would prevent him from being tricked. "'Outcasts'? Can I ask the reason for doing this? Just because you don't want them to destroy the human world?

"The reasons are actually quite complex," Raven 12345 said patiently. "Any civilization has the right to evolve naturally without interference, unless it encounters some catastrophic disaster or other severe situation that requires divine intervention. I know about your human myths and legends, but the true gods are not like those in your tales. We create worlds, manage them, and can also destroy them, but all of this is governed by strict rules and regulations. No one can arbitrarily interfere with or disrupt mortal activities. We made many mistakes in this regard before we became gods, so it's a very serious matter now. Your world is the same: human civilization should evolve naturally without external interference. It's fine for you to encounter some setbacks in your own development, but if a third party tries to artificially distort the evolutionary process of humans, it is my duty to help you stop it. As for your task... it's to clean up the 'aftermath.'"

Kevin struggled to understand Raven 12345's words, as if vaguely grasping something. "You're saying that there's some... 'third party' trying to interfere with human progress?! Lily... and the guests I'll be hosting in the future are all related to this interference?"

"Don't overthink it. That was a long time ago, and the biggest wave of impact has already been dealt with by me. You humans are safe now, and as long as you don't court disaster, you'll live until you die," Raven 12345 looked Kevin in the eyes. "As for the guests you'll be hosting... they are indeed related to a certain major event, but that's confidential for you. Don't ask too many questions. So, are you willing to take this job? Although it's just helping the Temporal Administration Bureau with some cleanup work and such, to be honest, it's an enviable gig in many worlds. It's more or less considered a temporary, non-staff position with benefits in public institutions..."

Kevin: "...The way you put it, I'm actually hesitant to agree now!"

Raven 12345 laughed loudly to the sky, not caring at all.

Kevin lowered his head and pondered deeply about this issue that could change the course of his life.

He still couldn't fully trust the woman in front of him and couldn't comprehend things like the multiverse, gods, or the macro-world. As Raven 12345 had said, at this stage, he could only assume everything was true and then think about what he should do.

If he nodded now, he would embark on a completely different path from before, as Raven 12345 put it, "working for the gods." Regardless of whether the silver-haired woman was telling the truth, whether there were traps involved, or whether the future was smooth or desolate, Kevin would face a new, unimaginable life. His fate would change, for better or worse.

If he shook his head now, he would only lose two days of memories, forget some things that ordinary people shouldn't have been exposed to in the first place, and then go back to being a small landlord or find a proper job to muddle through life like everyone else, finding a wife who wasn't deeply in love but was acceptable enough to spend a lifetime with, and that would be the end of his life.

No need to choose anymore.