I DIED AND WAS REINCARNATED AS ..... A GOD?

"Well, this is unexpected... What could have caused these wounds, dear 'daughter'?" Zandor murmured as he approached the cocoon. The charred bodies around him were not worth paying attention to; their souls had long since left this world. He had no intention of spending any mana or D.E. trying to rescue them from the River of Death and Reincarnation. After all, once souls enter the river, their memories are completely erased, preparing them for a new life.

“Sarasvi”

[Master, the geographic locations of the other spirits suggest that 5 of them are moving towards here, while the other 2 show fluctuations and no movement, though they have already perceived your presence]

"Very well, it's time to wake the sleeping beauty." Zandor let out a faint breath, and the cocoon disintegrated into dust. "Sylvan" remained suspended in the air, still curled up, as her wounds began to heal with a soft purple glow. As Sylvan recovered, the continents were plunged into chaos. Every being with some degree of intellect felt the waves of energy sweeping across the world, converging in a single direction. Nobles and kings went on high alert; no one understood why the primordials were moving, let alone with such urgency.

Natural disasters struck various parts of the world: earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis. The regions closest to the origin of these waves were completely devastated. Every living being below level 50 fainted from the overwhelming pressure. It wasn’t long before the first primordial spirit arrived at Sylvan’s temple.

"Master, I humbly present my respects," murmured the first primordial spirit upon arrival, bowing as he entered the temple. His eyes remained fixed on the ground while his body trembled slightly. He, like the others, had been trapped in a lethargic sleep.

He appeared to be a man in his thirties, with short, pale blue hair. He wore light armor with a single shoulder pad on the right side and carried a formidable double-headed axe on his back. His face, scarred, gave him a rugged and experienced look, as if each mark told a tale of battle. A small beard adorned his jaw, adding a touch of maturity. He would be a perfect model on Earth, were it not for the open wounds still marring his skin, like Sylvan’s, as if he had emerged from a fierce battle moments before.

“Hmm, you’re Dargle, aren’t you? Still keeping quiet, I see? Explain, who inflicted these wounds—” Zandor didn’t finish as the remaining 4 arrived, presenting their respects. 3 of the spirits were surprised by the arrival of 2 of their compatriots with whom they had not interacted; they knew they were a security measure in case of any “rebellion.” Even if they did not discuss it in front of their lord.

"As I was saying before I was interrupted, Dargle, I want to know what caused your wounds and who was responsible," said Zandor as he snapped his fingers. The wounds of those present began to close instantly, and Sylvan awoke abruptly.

"Oh... What? Where am I? I-Iiiip! MY LORD!! I HUMBLINGLY PRESENT MY RESPECTS!" Sylvan exclaimed, visibly nervous, her voice trembling as she realized the situation. "Forgive my appearance, please, my attire... it is unworthy of your presence... If you give me a moment, just a moment, I can change..." she added hastily, clearly embarrassed for not being better prepared for her creator’s presence.

"EE-EMM, Master, we fulfilled your will as ordered. Life flourished on planet A1, expanding rapidly. Over time, beings with increasingly higher abilities began to be born, reaching superior levels. At first, we did not see them as a threat, we didn’t even pay them attention. But that indifference bred resentment. While we rested, they silently organized and attacked us. They used magic we don’t understand, sealing us to lower levels, stripping us of our power and taking control of the lands that belonged to us."

The spirit paused, his voice becoming fainter, laden with frustration. "We spoke of your greatness to them, and in your honor, they built altars, recognizing you as the true god. But those same altars were desecrated and destroyed by those we once ignored. These inferior beings... now dare to call themselves the true gods. They killed everyone who believed in you, my lord. We managed to escape with our lives, but with serious wounds. As they took our power, they inflicted damage we have been unable to heal, only delay. Two of us were less fortunate... they were captured, sealed, and now used as cores for weapons that strengthen our enemies. All we could do was hide and wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Wait for you, my lord. You are the only one who can reverse this situation."

“Hmm, no.”

“What do you mean?”

"I will not clean up your mess. You did your job, that’s a point in your favor, but you let the flock loose, and now that very flock has come back to bite the hand that fed them. Your powers were not stolen, only sealed. I am surprised you cannot break the seal yourselves, but I will not intervene by killing anyone from this world. However, you are right about one thing: I must do something about it. After all, you all serve me, regardless of your interests. I will not break the seal; I will weaken it so you can use more power and avoid being captured again, and don’t you dare provoke conflicts; those earthly gods were smarter than you. They fought and lost. Accept it and move on. If you wish to return to the top, earn it, don’t come crying to me."

Zandor paused, his gaze turning colder. "Although, the fact that they destroyed my temples and captured your brothers... that is different. No one takes my toys and claims them as their own."

As he spoke, an oppressive aura began to emanate from him, causing the primordial spirits to feel the weight of his power. They knew that the slightest movement could seal their fate.

Without saying more, Zandor vanished from the temple. Two hours later, he reappeared with bloodstains on his clothes, especially on his knuckles. In his right hand, he held two cores, one belonging to a member of the Vanishing Triad and the other to a life-giving spirit.

“These gods already know me, and I assure you my temples will rise again here. I have a new mission for you; spread my existence, let the believers come up with a name to call me. I will be on the planet for a while; return to your respective resting places, foster progress and power."

[NEW COVER AND NEW CHAPTER!]