Bob set a walking tree on fire.

"Why are all these stupid plants running in my direction?"

He picked up the drops; Suprisingly, the monster had condensed into bronze coins and some magic fruit instead of just burning into ash.

He could get used to this.

Bob lit a hopping tulip on fire.

He looked in front of him.

He saw the scary monster that the plants seemed to be running, hopping, and crawling away from.

Oh.

No wonder they ran straight at him.

* * *

The dragon-like monster roared, vaporizing the running ananab tree that Bob was running away with.

Though he still couldn't figure out why apples were called elppas in this world or why bananas were called ananabs or why the names seemed so similiar, Bob paid it no mind this time and, like the plants that used to be inhabiting this place, panicked and ran for his life.

The dragon vaporized bob.

* * *

"Hello, Bob."

Bob rubbed his eyes and groaned.

He looked around him.

It seemed like heaven.

"Are you a god?"

"Yes. I am the god of luck."

"So, one of the minor ones?"

The god of luck frowned.

"Minor?"

"I am one of the most powerful and important gods on the planet."

"That sounds like something a minor god would say."

"But I am."

"If you are, then doesn't that mean that you can make me all-powerful, so I can blow that stupid dragon up?"

"Why would I grant a mere mortal so much power?"

"Well, then, can you kill that thing with your godly powers or whatever?"

The corners of the god of luck's mouth twitched.

"So, you aren't as all-powerful as you claim to be?"

"I AM, but I DON'T go around killing DRAGONS, an species that are on the verge of EXTINCTION, because a puny MORTAL WANTED ME TO DO SO!!!"

"Oh."

"Now, here's the thing I wanted to tell you."

"Apparantly, the God of Boredom is bored again, so he ordered me to-"

"Ah, so you have to listen to another god's orders. You aren't all-powerful after all."

"The God of Boredom is the king of all gods; It's natural that I have to listen to him, as the other gods and goddesses do as well."

The God of Luck sounded like he was on the verge of exploding.

"Alright, continue."

"So, as I said, The God of Boredom was bored again, so he , ahem, suggested me to resurrect you whenever you die, because he somehow finds you , er, interesting and amusing."

"Ah, so do I get to-"

The god of luck pointed at him.

[ The God(ess) of [ Luck ] has muted you for [ until I finish talking ]. He/she will unmute you when they see fit. ]

Oof.

"So, I'll just resurrect you at that magic elppa tree, or you might know it as an apple tree, whatever, so I was originally going to let you pick where you respawned, but you annoyed me, and so I'll just make you spawn there every time no matter what."

Bob continued to listen to the god of luck's ramblings.

* * *

"Well, bye now. Hopefully you don't die again anytime soon."

[ The God(ess) of [ Luck ] has unmuted you. ]

"Oh, yay, I can talk agai-"

[ The God(ess) of [ Luck ] has kicked you out of his/her domain. ]

[ You have respawned under the [ Mythical redwood Elppa tree ]. ]