Appearing on the world he had once saved, the humanoid soul sighed.
"It hasn't been long, but I still forgot... this is the first time in so many years I'm forgetting things like this. Earth!"
"How could I forget you? You managed to survive your first-level apocalypse with my help!"
"I wonder if you guys still remember me!?" He chuckled lowly, though there was a trace of bitterness in his voice.
'Now, lemme check and see if those unique souls are still in my world. If they're not here... then that soul is extinct forever. And I'll be the one to bear the brunt of their extinction.'
Quietly, he activated his soul-seeing eyes, and the familiar sight appeared before him—countless blue, spherical souls floating and hovering just a few centimeters above the ground.
But this time, something was different.
His glowing eyes narrowed.
There. In the same location—two souls blinking white and red. Not the usual pure blue... not even the blue and red mix. White and red.
"Only two," he muttered, his voice calm but heavy with meaning. "I guess I shouldn't be greedy. Especially when they're of opposite sex... and they fit my criteria perfectly."
A smile formed on his ethereal face, faint but real.
"I never thought that my casual help—and my so-called genius plan to become stronger—would turn out to be a blessing the very day I reincarnate."
He almost laughed.
The ability he had granted this world—the power for people to absorb soul energy and manifest beast souls (Souler)—wasn't just charity. It was his path to strength.
Because the stronger these people became... the more power he gained, indirectly.
He never imagined that this single action would one day save him—that without his help during their apocalypse, those two souls he now saw, perfect vessels for his reincarnation, would have perished like ordinary mortals. And an apocalypse was not something ignorant mortals could survive.
He deactivated his ability, shifting his vision to see their physical bodies by zooming in on their exact location.
What he saw made his glowing eyes narrow further.
Countless Four-Star Beasts were rushing toward the couple, eyes gleaming with killing intent and bloodlust. The beasts looked rabid—feral—driven by some unseen madness.
'The woman… she had a miscarriage a few minutes ago. Fulfilling almost all my criteria to be fit as my vessel. Having a miscarriage is just a small part, but... it lines up perfectly,' he thought coldly.
His gaze sharpened.
'And it seems they really need my help right now. Their current situation... it'll force me to reveal part of my power at the wrong time. And that will definitely weaken the vessel I reincarnate into. Tch.'
He clicked his tongue softly before sighing—again.
Without hesitation, he vanished—reappearing inside the woman's womb.
This time, he made himself smaller—around ten inches in height. Just the same size and volume as the dead baby.
The dark, fluid-filled womb lit up with his radiant glow, casting a soft blue light. And there, within that light, floated the tiny, lifeless form of a baby boy—black-haired, handsome even in death, but limp and still in the birth fluids.
The humanoid soul's glowing eyes lingered on him for a moment.
'Hmm… this boy would have grown up to be a handsome and talented prodigy. Probably even formed a little harem if he got lucky.'
He paused, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
'But all that's not possible now. The body's already dead. Lifeless. Just as I thought.'
As he was musing, the original soul—the spherical blue one—floated out of the corpse's body, drifting away gracefully, already moving towards the Realm of the Dead.
'Sorry, mortal soul,' the humanoid whispered, watching it go. 'Unfortunate timing, huh? But don't worry. I'll reduce your mother's heartbreak by filling your space… even though a high-ranking god like me has no business playing "good son." I'll try my best, but I can't promise I'll act like a normal kid.'
The blue soul drifted on, oblivious to the words—deaf to everything except the call of death.
The humanoid sighed. Again.
His glowing eyes returned to the corpse.
'Black hair? Tch. I never liked black. Silver would be much better.'
With a mysterious wave of his right hand, the dead baby's black hair shimmered—turning bright silver as if kissed by moonlight.
'Hmm. And though you look handsome… you're not handsome enough for a god like me to feel comfortable using. No offense.'
He waved his hand again, and instantly, the boy's features sharpened—becoming so beautiful that even the goddesses would chase after him at first sight when he grew older.
But then... his gaze dropped lower.
Looking at the boy's small PP, the humanoid soul's ethereal face twitched.
'...Man, I feel like crying.'
He groaned.
'Well… that'll do for now. I could make it bigger, but that'd make things a little awkward. A small boy like this isn't supposed to have a big PP. That'd raise too many eyebrows.'
The way he went about this—the casual, ridiculous ease—made the whole thing feel like he was just editing a game character. As if this was nothing more than adjusting sliders in some divine character creation menu.
"Now… it's time to have fun with those puny beasts."
If the woman's husband heard this, he'd probably puke blood right there.
He'd be screaming, "Four-Star Beast puny?!Killing a Four-Star Beast.. easy?! Is that person a Five-Star Souler or something?!"
The humanoid soul glanced once more at the dangerous scene outside. Beasts closing in. Death imminent.
After seeing the situation, he decided on his next move. He simulated the woman's body with a pulse of his energy, stimulating it to give birth quickly.
The situation demanded speed.
He knew the man outside wouldn't last. If things dragged on, the husband might get killed—along with his wife. And that... would be a problem for him.
Losing two precious souls in one go? No way.
And worst of all, it would force him to reveal even more of his power. Something he'd rather avoid.
Sure, it had its upsides—if he revealed his power, he wouldn't have to act like a weak, helpless baby requiring their care.
And honestly, deep down… he already knew.
He'd never enjoy being coddled and cared for like an infant.
Only the weak need care.
And he wasn't weak.
If anything, they were the ones who'd need his care.
Another small plus? He wanted these mortals to respect him.
But it had downsides, too. They'd start asking dumb questions. And he'd have to waste time answering them. That's a huge blow to his pride as a God.
'Mortals and their problems…' he thought with another heavy sigh.
'I guess these two need my protection for now. And after this... they'll have to receive my higher blessing. Tch. It'll be troublesome protecting their weak asses every single time...'
He cracked his knuckles—his glow flickering like a flame.
But fine.
He'd play along. For now.