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The theatre room was filled with the echoes of the gods voices as they excitedly discussed their next play. The 7^th God however, is just sitting in his chair and meekly smiling at the black virtual screen in front of him. Resting his elbow on the armchair and laying his face on his fist, feeling amused and somehow upset with himself for he had realized far too late that he had been tricked not only for a bet , a bargain but also an offer, a deal, and a threat against himself all in one setting.

He had his doubts with the bold acclaims of the rouge character being able to chose him as her god instead of the other way around like how it is supposed to but that soon was proven wrong. Being the only one seated, he saw what flashed in the screens earlier than anyone else did, it was time for the selection.

“I swear, if odds are I’ll end up with a bad pick. I’m gonna blow it up to bits and quit”

“If that’s the case then you’re going to be stuck fulfilling your part from all our bets after this game”

“Urgh, Shut up”

“I hope I’ll get the main”

“Not if I’ll get it first”

“Oh yeah, what makes you so sure?”

“My guts says so”

“This time, I’m gonna win for sure”

Everyone are now settled back into their sits after their brief discussion. Each of their screens showed 8 anonymous characters from which they would then draw 1 from a random shuffling. But as the 7^th god observed, his screen only showed one. And as he noticed, with both of his seatmates not noticing the oddness of his screen he seems to be the only one who is able to see it. With this unexpected occurrence, it was unbelievable, no puppet has done so before. He couldn’t help but smirk because the bug did indeed gave him a hint, or much rather…a cheat.

Considering the power of gods, some fairness had to be uphold by everyone in the group so their minions began tying sacred blindfolds on their heads covering their eyes and so, the choosing began.  The infinite shuffling went rolling,  the gods having only a 10 seconds timer for the choosing of their characters. After the initiation, they took of their blinds for they would then be presented with 3 options  in their screens to chose for their character’s role in the play’s story.

“What the hell, that’s it??”

“Woohoo!”

“My options are so unfair”

“I got the princess option, yey”

The place rang with a mixture of cheer and complaint but the 7^th god was simply giggling with himself under his veil. Normally, he would hate to be given poor roles for his character but this time, he seems to be enjoying it for he knows just who exactly  will be playing it.

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My head hurts, and why is it so cold. Have I been born yet?

I hope my trick worked. The reason why I can communicate with them is because even after the resurrection torture they put us through every recall, while the others went mad, I stayed sane. After living for so long, I had developed an ability. Because of it I could somehow hack into their theatre, that’s how I managed to mess with them. Through a certain linkage, I’m able to see through my own gods memory. But only at present and can it only last seconds. That is why it is of not much use when considering a vast revenge scheme but this time, with the simplicity of this setting, I can utilize it better.

“It’s a girl!”, suddenly exclaimed a stranger’s voice but considering how loud it is, my poor ears rang from the sudden shock. I began to open my eyes to check but the first sight were only in blur so I wriggled around until I slowly adjusted to it.

“It didn’t make a sound when it got out, I thought it’d be dead”

‘Huh?’

“Honey, look. She has your hair. See? Haven’t I told you that this is your child and I didn’t cheat on you?!”

‘Right, I’ve been born so I’m a baby again’

“Tsk, how can I not doubt you when you sleep with other men for a living”

“How else would we survive when your crippled ass can’t even work”

“The child turned out to be a girl, what good will it get us. If only it was a boy then he would be enlisted in the military”

“Oh, she’ll just have to work with me, we’ll figure things out”

Goodness gracious with this family. I’ve just been born and they’re already discussing about selling me out? I seem to be having such lovely parents.

“Now you want our daughter to also become a prostitute?!”

“Urgh! Stop yelling at me, my head hurts. I just gave birth you unforgiving fool!”

“Mr and Mrs, please do not fight. It is time to name your child”

“Bah! We’ll just call it Lupa”. The man exclaimed in carelessness.

I was expecting to be born inside a fancy room with some nannies and noble parents, not in this shabby small and dark hut with a prostitute mother and a crippled father. So I quickly recapped all of the important characters background in the story, to see whom I indeed up being but, a heavy realization occurred to me as I looked at my parents in complete shock.

Don’t tell me---Fuck. I’m screwed.

‘I’ve been born as the protagonist’s childhood friend who would die early in the story’