episode_0002

The Earth was on the brink of destruction.

The cause was simple.

[Hello, everyone on Earth. It’s because I lost in gambling and almost blew up the solar system]

If it weren’t for the hologram floating in the sky visible from anywhere on Earth, everyone would have surely thought it was a sick joke.

If a little green-haired kid’s face filled the entire sky, who would dare to intervene?

[As it is, whether all of you on Earth end up as my debt slaves or not, I was about to conduct a fire sale, offering discount prices equivalent to cheap resource planets on the market floor to reduce my debts, and make everyone fall into a future where they’d be sold off piece by piece and become slaves of the extraterrestrial race… I almost did that~]

That guy is seriously insane.

[But luckily, I got a sponsor attached to me~]

– Now, look at the camera and tell us your name and age

[….Gaia]

-Alright, Gaia, how old are you?

[4….4….]

-Don’t be nervous, give us a smile

[I’m 4.54 billion years old…. From now on, I’m planning to make a mess with my sponsor…]

-Okay, okay.

And so, the sponsor’s touch roamed across the Earth… the crust gradually peeled away, the mantle was exposed, and hot lava erupted… an unexpected disaster—

Gyaaaah!

…but that didn’t happen.

[Ta-da! We’re going to turn Earth into a sacred tourist zone]

Instead, various gods began to visit Earth.

[Wow! You know Earth!! There are so many ancient myths here!]

There were no significant changes in daily life.

In the hellish peninsula, 9 to 6 still continued, wages remained unpaid in small companies, and at convenience stores, part-timers still ended their shifts reporting to the labor standards office due to being paid below minimum wage, and with the help of supervisors, they recalculated and claimed their holiday pay…

…and amidst this mundane routine, the gods jumped in.

Gods manifested in human form on Earth.

Initially, there was considerable backlash from various religious groups and countries, but that was short-lived. Everyone fell silent at the playful gesture of the high-ranking gods, who split the sea in one stroke.

Nukes or whatever, who cares.

Moses fervently prayed to God the Father in heaven and finally parted the Red Sea, but these new gods! They claim to have split the Pacific Ocean in one gulp.

Not even worth mentioning Nazareth’s monkey wrench.

Roaming around the Earth enjoying various new cultures for a while, the gods soon set foot in the internet world…

[Newly born goddess, not even 1 billion years old, showing off her class.]

ㄴHey, you f***ing bastard! And you call yourself a god!

ㄴPantheon OPEN UP! (☑)

ㄴImpersonating the Pantheon management agency?

ㄴYou idiot, look at the verification mark, it’s legit lol

ㄴPantheon management, sir! It’s this guy, this guy! I didn’t see anything!

ㄴYou f***er, if you’re going to show it, show it as a gif.

ㄴThat’s harsh… next time, please screen those under 800 million years.

ㄴHonestly, it’s possible… such an obscene expression. I want to grab the dual handles like a pair of tongs, force my meteor into your core like riding the Milky Way, and cradle only my meteor… I want to hold it…

ㄴExcuse me.

Oh my!

The internet didn’t take long to be filled with insane gods.

However, some were not satisfied with just that…

[Official announcement from the Pantheon Management Agency: Earth Arena now open!]

ㄴFinally, damn!

ㄴIs it finally time for my apostle, who I’ve been persevering with, to shine…?

ㄴYeah, your apostle has R-class potential~ Lost to a single goblin~

ㄴGoblin (Former Enforcement Division of the Interdimensional Credit Union)

ㄴThose goblins from the Interdimensional Credit Union are crazy bastards who kill even f***ing gods!

ㄴ???: Goblin goblin, goblin slashing…(splitting Quasar in one strike.)

They selected humans they called their proxies and made them compete against each other.

Fighting is always the most fun when it’s a d**k fight.

At first, there was considerable reluctance, thinking that losing a fight might mean death, but in reality, no one died.

The power of the defeated gods would diminish, but the apostles returned unscathed.

Just because they were defeated didn’t mean they died. Could an apostle, riding a white horse, fire off a heavenly death beam and fight on the battlefield of the gods?

The culture of endowing apostles with characteristics created from their own divine powers and encouraging competition among them began to spread beyond the gods to the general public.

Initially fueled by individual apostolic support, it escalated to clan involvement, and eventually erupted into national-scale group battles.

However, there was a problem. There were too many gods, but a limited number of individuals allowed in the arena.

…And that’s where the problem arose.

They restricted the number of gods allowed in the arena and distributed initial seed points based on sponsorship power.

1,000 participants.

A godly arena determined by 100 points.

Consecutive defeats reduced one’s points to zero, revoking arena access and passing the turn to the next god in line.

As all sorts of gods descended upon Earth, reveling in amusement, Goddess Dike found herself under debt pressure for the first time in her life.

“Ugh… Uwaaa…”

The cause? None other than her previous contractor.

After generously providing support, pouring out her divine power, it seemed like he had just taken the benefits and flown off to another god.

It was her fault for carelessly forming the apostolic contract.

That damn guy. No, bastard.

She had borrowed divine power for victory in the arena from the dimensional credit vault, which served as a bank on Earth, and now she was in a situation where she had completely squandered her points by intentionally losing.

How did I end up like this? Huh? I barely made it into the upper-tier god qualification standards! It was a hard-earned participation ticket!

Only 2 points remained. Although reaching 0 points would result in revocation, what she had set as collateral when borrowing divine power from the dimensional credit vault was none other than her points.

If even 1 point remained, she could transfer the eligibility to someone else.

Another defeat would reduce her points to 1, and at that moment, her participation qualification points would be transferred directly to the dimensional credit vault, as per the divine power loan agreement.

The large gods or the factions created by them are known to have several apostles accompanying them, but for weaker gods like Dike, even maintaining one apostle is a burdensome situation. The betrayal that occurred was a devastating blow.

Those with participation points were obligated to attend the arena at least twice, with a maximum of two postponements allowed. If all postponements were used up, participation was mandatory. Failing to attend would result in complete disqualification, leaving Dike with no choice.

Should he roughly select just anyone as his apostle and participate in the arena, losing only one point and transferring his eligibility to the Interdimensional Credit Vault? If not, he would face disqualification due to absence… Being disqualified was the worst-case scenario. If that happened, the Interdimensional Credit Vault would end up not receiving the collateral agreed upon by Dike. To replenish the same amount of divine power as the collateral, there was no way Dike could sell everything he had, down to his last pair of panties.

When borrowing, the Interdimensional Credit Vault was endlessly generous, but when it came to collection, they were ruthless and unforgiving. Perhaps somewhere out there in the universe, he might end up selling himself off completely to a wandering merchant.

“[Virgin Goddess Dike Astraea finally enters! – Guaranteed by the virgin identification specialist company Unicorn & BiCo!]”

Such a future must never come to pass…!

Shivering with dread, Dike gripped the truck’s steering wheel. It was a story he had heard from a fellow goddess.

“Oh, occasionally there are talented individuals among humans too. Although most of the talented ones on Earth were swept away by the higher gods, sometimes there are humans who get caught in the rifts of dimensions and return from other worlds.”

“R-really?”

“Look over there. They rescued the hero who defeated the demon king and now he’s back. He has already surpassed 420 points.”

“420 points?!”

With 420 points, what kind of winning percentage did that imply? Just based on points alone, he had already eliminated two divine beings.

“Even if it’s due to the Holy Sword’s special effect, it’s definitely remarkable…”

I couldn’t just ignore the words of my colleague goddess.

Whenever a cousin buys land, it stings. When a neighboring deity recruits a reincarnate, one naturally wants to do the same!

“In that sense, ta-da! Here’s a 25-ton Isekai reincarnation truck for sale, for the modest price of 250 million ether!”

“A truck…?”

“Well… I didn’t really want to sell this either, you know… But recently, I managed to recruit a reincarnate with SR-grade abilities…”

“S-SR?!”

“And not just any, but top-tier, you see…”

Deke, who had been headhunted and snatched away from his previous contract, was also SR-grade, albeit positioned in the lower tier within that category. If my colleague is talking about top-tier, it means an extraordinary talent that could easily fetch nearly 200 points.

“After recruiting that individual, well, it’s like we’ve hit rock bottom. It’s already challenging enough to nurture the ones we have, so where would we find the time to scout for others?”

“H-How on earth did you manage to recruit such talent…?!”

“Look here, look.”

The front of the truck my colleague pointed to still bore distinct bloodstains.

“No matter what kind of reincarnate, once they collide with this Isekai 25-ton reincarnation truck, a contract is automatically formed with the passenger… Of course, it’s not really fatal, just gives a shock to the soul.”

The sound of increased trust was as clear as the bloodstains.

“But my current ether power…”

Even if I were to calculate the available powers right now, where on earth could I come up with 250 million?

“Hey, hey, colleague, what’s the rush? You can pay back slowly, very slowly… Over 60 months, with interest at the standard credit union rate…”

After briefly tapping on the calculator, my colleague whispered a devilish suggestion into Deke’s ear.

“If you pay only 4.7 million ether per month, you can take this. Think about it, if you recruit an SR-grade contractor again and earn points a few times, you can immediately repay it. There are plenty of people who buy points, you know.”

Nevertheless, despite all this, as Deke hesitated, his colleague clicked his tongue and flicked his finger.

“Well, if you don’t want it, that’s fine too. Just keep it in the extra space and use it again when you need it.”

And then, like a mirage slowly fading away, was the isekai truck…

“No. This can’t be happening!”

Dike, who had been hesitating, rushed forward in panic.

Well, it’s a failed divine birth anyway. Where else could I retreat to from here?

Should I cut down on food expenses! Or communication expenses! Or fuel expenses… or are they increasing instead of decreasing?

Anyway! If I solve everything from lodging to meals in the vehicle to save money, wouldn’t that be great!

“I’ll sign! I’ll sign the contract!”

“Ah, welcome, dear customer. Shall we go over the installment calculations again?”

That’s how Dike ended up falling for the trap.

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[XX Born, XX years old, isekai truck fully financed!!! This is a review from our customer Dike, currently residing on Earth, after purchasing. When you first contacted us for vehicle consultation, you were worried if you would even qualify for financing due to your almost non-existent credit history ㅠㅠ. Other companies didn’t even bother with consultations as there were records of your credit being tied up in a credit union… But who are we! We told you that we would do our best to help customers like you make a purchase!]

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[We helped secure approval for a same-day limit of 250 million won and an additional 10 million ether in spare credit!!!]