Chapter 3
Hello, you shameless little soul in the office of one of my subordinate gods.
My name is Alvatria. One of the rulers of Terra Sol, the world that those races you have designed are going to be used on.
Alright, I'm in trouble. But how did she know I was here?
Friendly advice: never use a computer without checking if it's got cloud save or not.
Wow, she's good. I mean, crap, this is bad!
Do not be alarmed. The trash-talking is just me following the Evil Goddess 101.
Oh, phew... what was that about "evil"?
Moving on, I was the one who received those designs for the new races to be added to the Terra Sol World System. And I love them! Especially the first one. It struck my heartstrings right there and then.
So, I have a suggestion: will you be reincarnated to the world of Terra Sol as my subordinate?
What is she talking about?
The thing is, on Terra Sol, there are twelve really bad pieces of news. Like, bad enough to destroy all of Terra Sol. They came to birth due to some minor programming faults with the World System, the power that grants skills and evolutions if you don't remember, and they are kinda impossible for even us to get rid of, without, you know, destroying all of Terra Sol.