Vincentius, the god who manages the souls that passes between worlds. In other words the god of transmigration or one could call him the guardian of the gates of heaven and hell.Though in truth all he ever does is ensure that souls don’t walk between realms.

As easy as the job may seem, it is actually quite tiring, in the sense of tiring his mind. Vincentius may be called a “god” but this title he gained only because he has the power to “play” with the souls of the living.

He may look like a hard worker but in truth Vincentius is a lazy god, his job is very simple and yet many gods still have troubles since in the past millennia multiple souls have been disappearing from their worlds.

A few souls may not seem like much but this is still very problematic as the state of souls differ between worlds.

An example of this is one soul belonging to a world named Gordia, this soul belonged to a great demon general. In Gordia this soul was a simple general, cannon fodder you could say. But when his soul wandered into a world with a low amount of mana he was able to become something like a demon king.

These occurrences happen so frequently that the gods are already having trouble keeping their powers, especially the amount of believers that they have. These gods who own worlds are individuals who Vincentius would never dare to offend but at this time Vincentius is in the middle of trouble.

Due to his laziness the gods are all protesting to turn this lazy god into an aquatic plant in a very crazy world where he would continuously become a weak and insignificant being every time he dies and reincarnates.

Fearful for his little life, Vincentius thought of a great way to satisfy his laziness and the gods.

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A normal high school on earth ten students were sitting waiting for the clock to hit 5 pm. These students are under detention, among these ten students is Eric Turner. A regular high school boy, no redeeming qualities or special skills, the most normal among normal people. His fate is to be a normal young man and die marrying a normal woman and after which being revived and repeating his normal life over and over again.

At this time just as the clock hit 5pm a blinding flash made the vision of everyone in the classroom to blur and the next moment it was gone. Nothing special happened, in the eyes of everyone present the flash was something like a paranormal phenomenon but soon it would be just said to be a powerful flash of lightning that didn’t come with thunder and since only the people in the classroom noticed it nobody dug deeper into the event.

Little did they know among the ten students one person was lost, he was a normal student so normal that he almost becomes a shadow that you see in a crowd.

After his vision returned Eric opened his eyes wide as a clean white space that extends to infinity was reflected into his eyes.

“Hello there little one”

While he was organizing his thoughts a deep and powerful voice echoed in his head. He turned to find that an old man clad in white was standing a few meters behind him. The old man had long white hair that extended to his waist, his facial features, Eric could only describe them as Gandalf like.

“Don’t be afraid, I called you here because I have a mission for you”

Eric wanted to say something but before he could retort or say anything more he was suddenly pulled away by a black hole, the last thing he saw was the Gandalf like old man smiling at him. The reason that his smile caught Eric’s attention was because the smile he had is not a normal condescending smile but a mocking one. The old man’s smile had a strong mocking feel to at as if he were smiling towards an idiot.

Eric didn’t know why but he felt hatred towards the unknown old man, but very soon he would find out why he felt like that.

As soon as the soul was thrown away Vincentius looked towards the countless other white clothed men and women behind him. They were all the gods that were far more powerful than him. He gazed at them and said,

“Using that humans soul I should be able to fix the problem of wandering souls that have fallen into your worlds”(Vincentius)

“You better fix it, remember you have a hundred years to finish this by that time all the worlds having troubles because of your mistake should have been fixed, also the wandering soul problem should also stop!”

A white clothed young man loudly reprimanded Vincentius but although the scene looked so bad for an old man being reprimanded by a young man this is perfectly normal between gods.

Higher gods like the young man would be able to change their appearance however they wish but in contrast lower gods like Vincentius could only have the appearance of an old man especially if they are more than a hundred years old.

“Ye-yes Florentine”(Vincentius)

“That should be “My Lord” you small lower god!”(Florentine)

“Yes My Lord-”

After that exchange the countless gods soon disappeared and Vincentius was left in the white space. He then looked at the young man’s spirit that was revived as a baby in another world.

“Now what kind of tragedy shall I make this boy befall?”

Vincentius was tasked to “clean” all worlds that have been invaded by wandering souls. And the method he got was to take the soul of a human and make him do the job. He could have used multiple souls but his power as well as his laziness made it so that controlling more than one soul would be nothing more than purposely throwing a wandering soul into another world.

“A hundred years… a century...”

Vincentius was given a mere century to clean all the thousands of worlds and he could only use one human soul. With this Vincentius made a way so even if he had to work his ass off for a hundred years by the millisecond he would still have a way to enjoy himself.

That is, by making tragedy after tragedy befall the human soul that he summoned. With this method he not only finished the job easily he also enjoyed himself watching the human suffer and go through countless tribulations to finish the job he was given.

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A hundred years have passed and in the hundred years the wandering souls problem have been fixed by Vincentius. Technically it was fixed by the human soul that he had picked up but that doesn’t matter, the achievements of the subordinate is the achievements of the boss.

With that thought in mind Vincentius couldn’t help but let out a loud laughter, in front of him is the soul of the young man he had called a hundred years back. Looking at the young man’s soul right now he saw nothing but utter chaos.

The soul which used to be a pure white is now as black as a sky without light. The only light that could be seen is the whitish glow of his eyes. The soul was the representation of a being that exist, the soul would reflect the beings thoughts and essence of existence.

The pure black soul would be a target for extinction if the gods saw it but since that very soul still has light in his eyes and since it was the very same soul that solved the problem of wandering souls the gods didn’t touch it.

“With this your job is done… now I will give you your wish”

Vincentius was filled with joy as he escaped a cruel punishment and also was able to torment a certain soul enjoying his punishment of fixing the troubles he caused. But of course he was still overjoyed at the fact that he didn’t look down on the ability of humans to overcome difficulties.

The soul in front of him is a prime example of that, by making it so that he would have to go through tragedy after tragedy, death after death of countless loved ones and the pain of going through all those again and again for more than a thousand time until the multiple realms were clean of wandering souls.

“Now then you shall be reborn into a world where I would not have any control over you from today onwards”

To this words the souls bright white eyes seemed to shine even brighter as he was sucked into a black hole.

Eric who has gone through more than a thousand lives and experienced more pain and suffering physically, mentally and spiritually was now free of the endless hell. He was elated, he wanted to kill Vincentius so badly but since he was a mere soul he had no such power. But now he was free! He could be free of this sadistic mad god! But just as he was about to disappear into a new world.

“But I have a final gift to you, a thank you gift for all you’ve done”

As he said this words Vincentius had a smile, that smile Eric saw that more than he saw his own smile. That mocking smile that Vincentius had and the very next thing his vision turned black. In the black space before he was about to be reborn a kind of message popped out and appeared in front of his eyes.

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Just from the name of the curse Eric already knew what kind of “Gift” he had received. His anger, resentment and all of his negative emotions exploded out.

At the time that Eric was about to be revived and his anger reached its peak a dark soul that was darker than him appeared out of the void, whenever Eric would travel between worlds and be reborn or reincarnated his soul would pass through a dark space. Even gods would need to pass through here before reaching the pure white divine realm or other worlds. This dark space is called the void.

The void is a lifeless, soulless space that no one has control over it was just there. But in this space, amazingly a life, a soul has appeared and countless others too. These dark souls, darker than Eric’s all swarmed his soul. Eric wasn’t able to notice or feel anything but currently a million or so dark souls are converging on his soul. Soon the sea of souls all assimilated into Eric’s soul and his dark soul became even more dark.

The pure black soul is now a glossy black with a coldness to it, if the gods where to see the state of Eric's soul they would all shiver in fear, even his white eye changed but the change was a frightening one. On his right eye is a pure white as pure as the white of the divine realm. And his left eye is now a crimson red, the pure red eye is frightening and could make one shiver with just a simple glance. The red eye contained so much negative emotions that it could corrupt even the gods.

Currently Eric’s soul had turned to something like that of a pseudo god, if he were to return to the divine realm he would find that he could control the void, if he were to return he could be called the demi-god of the Void. But currently Eric already lost consciousness and his soul drifted onto the body of the vessel prepared by Vincentius.

While all this was happening Vincentius was happily waiting for the tragedy to befall Eric’s new life. He found joy in tormenting him and also thanks to Eric, he was able to laze around. In one of the thousands of worlds Eric had gone through he created a barrier that prevented souls from going through, using his divine energy he created these barrier in all the worlds he was tasked to manage and now he could laze around watching and waiting for a good show.

As Vincentius was lazing around he failed to notice the changes in the void and in Eric’s soul.

Not minding anything else and knowing he had nothing to do Vincentius took a short nap while he waited for tragedy.