They say knowing yourself is the first step to enlightenment.
Well, if that's true, I must be walking backward, because right now, even the god of death is more sure of my identity than I am.
Who or what even am I?
Seriously, at this point even I don't know.
Blinking at the man in the black suit, who sat lavishly in front of me like he owned the place which, to be fair, he really did.
I asked in the most polite tone I could muster,
"…Pardon? Could you… repeat that?"
Yeah, I needed to hear it again. For the sake of my fragile mental health.
"You are becoming one of us," Agroth repeated, his expression as blank as ever.
"…As in?" I pressed, desperately hoping for a better explanation.
"A god."
"…" My eyelid twitched.
I really, really didn't want to wear a suit.
"Am I a… god, now?"
To my question, Agroth for some reason thought for a second, before he reminded me.
"The original body of you had 3 Authorities in total."
"Three?"
When did this happen?
