Chapter 4 - Divine Regret & Breakfast Shenanigans
In a realm beyond mortal comprehension, divine figures loomed over a swirling cosmic pool, gazing at the events unfolding below. The shifting, ethereal mist reflected glimpses of a lone figure—Franz Kafka—stretching inside a dimly lit apartment.
One of the beings—a luminous entity with a voice like chimes—spoke first, unease creeping into their tone.
"Uh... I think we might’ve made a mistake."
Another, wreathed in golden flames, scoffed. "Define mistake."
"We rolled the dice and gave him a random body, right?" the first one continued, shifting nervously.
"Yeah, and?"
"That body was never meant to last long. If things had gone as planned, it would’ve died before the isekai event!"
Silence.
A third divine, wrapped in an ever-flowing mist, exhaled. "So what you’re saying is... we just accidentally sent a guy—who was only supposed to live a peaceful life—into another world’s power struggle?"
The pool rippled, revealing Franz yawning before casually examining himself in the mirror, utterly unfazed.
The gods all exchanged looks.