Looking at the vast, empty void, Manja couldn't help but scream."How long has it been? Hours? Days? Months? Years? Centuries? Or… BC?"It felt like his consciousness was starting to fade."I can't remember some things anymore… It won't be long before I fade into nothingness. Why was I chosen to suffer such a fate? I once stood at the pinnacle of power… Why did the heavens let me perish during my last heavenly tribulation?"
Manja's thoughts drifted as his eyelashes grew heavy."Why was I betrayed at the final moment? Dollar… God of Wealth… my last supplications must have been heard by you. But I guess, at this point, the other gods are keeping you too busy. Stupid me. I shouldn't have trusted so much."Manja thought this as parts of his consciousness began to fade, and his soul sank into eternal darkness.
Appearing in the vast void, Scout, the God of Chances, grabbed the last fragment of Manja's soul, channeling an immense amount of life into it."Why haven't I faded yet? And why is my life force increasing?"Manja wondered, channeling his spiritual energy into his eyes—yet, even so, he still couldn't see a thing.
"Manja, God of Death," Scout spoke,"Dollar, the God of Wealth, has brought you another chance at life through immense wealth. Poor thing… I guess he'll be broke until the gods meet again. Ha ha ha... Stupid thing. Is it worth it? But I suppose I don't need to worry, since your life has been brought back."
Upon hearing what Scout said, Manja couldn't help but feel anger—but he knew he had to swallow his pride. This might be his only chance to be reincarnated."What is that? Are you getting angry because I insulted Dollar—your filthy backup? I wish you could just die already, but your life's been paid for. How stupid."
"Even with all the gods joining hands to erase you, your soul still refuses to fade completely. Who the fUCK are you? Ha ha ha... MANJA! God of Death and Chaos! Why the hell won't you die?! Let me tell you a secret—in the next life you're reincarnated into, you won't be as powerful as in this one. Because we gods won't allow it."**
"You talk too much. Just get the reincarnation process going."
"I'm sorry if my words bother you," Scout replied,"but before I begin the procedure, I need to let you in on a little secret. What's her name again...? Natasha. Yes, the God of Joy. She's now forced to give the other gods joy with her... what's it called again? Pussy. She cries and begs, but the pleasure she gives… forced me to have sex with her."
"She screams and curses, saying one day you'll resurrect. What a load of crap. But don't worry—with all that said and done, I guess we can begin the reincarnation process," Scout said, watching Manja's reaction.
But what he saw was not what he expected.
Manja was deathly calm.
And then—the void began to tremble.
Voices started whispering, then screaming.
"How... dare you insult Manja, God of Death and Chaos?! Give me your life… Please... I want your life... Hehehehehe…"
Ghostly white hands began reaching out from the void, clawing at Scout."What are these? Can they directly affect the soul of a god?!"Scout gasped, coughing up a vast amount of blood that spilled across dimensions, the universe, and the cosmos.