"Nothing Personal..."

"...Just business."

Those were the words Timothy remembered the most about his spectral encounter with him.

"You were walking across a bridge over a main avenue, and the sight of your crush kissing another guy made you stumble. You fell, and although you survived the fall, a truck came by and immediately crushed you." He said, matter-of-factly.

He looked like a man in his mid-thirties, wearing a tight suit and a pair of glasses. His eyes did not divert a single time to meet Timothy's—he was rather focused on lighting his cigar for a third time.

The man in front of him was supposed to be god, but his attire and general demeanor threw the young man off.

More importantly, Timothy realized he had actually died, and a shiver ran through his hands and crawled his skin. 

"So... What now? What's going to happen to me?"

"You, sir," the god said as he blew his first fumes, "were the byproduct of causality—it was not under anyone's plans for you to die an untimely death."

"B-byproduct?"

The man walked slowly as he smoked, gauging Timothy. 

"Since you were collateral damage, I offer you compensation, an opportunity only some unfortunate souls like you can get, a second chance at life."

"Collateral damage?" Timothy said, somehow it pissed him off, "whose collateral damage?"

"I told you, causality... Maybe you were in the middle of some main character's romance or something... Thus, causality eliminated you."

The frame of his crush kissing another dude from a different classroom flashed in his mind. That, packed with the god's words, made him grit his teeth and clench his fist.

"So what say you, poor soul?"

"Very well, I'll take your offer, what's it gonna be?" He said, resolute.

"Wise choice... Now, if you may join me right here."

A mid-century desk and chairs formed from nothingness. The man signaled Timothy to sit down opposite him.

"Given the circumstances, you're applicable to a world of your choosing, plus a nice bonus to give you an edge."

"Okay...?"

"Say what kind of word you wish to be reborn into, and it shall be so." 

"Well, I..."

The man snapped his fingers and another character entered the scene, startling Timothy.

"Forgive my assistant... She's a goddess too, albeit a lower rank. Ms. Hathor, would you kindly?"

Ms. Hathor manifested a typewriter and blank sheets. The man turned to Timothy again.

"So? What's it gonna be?" He urged.

Timothy considered him, but after a short time, his eyes lit up and he smiled.

"I assume you recall what I had with me when I... When I died...?"

"Naturally, we keep a tight record." The man shrugged.

"Well, I had a bag, and inside the bag there was some nice content I would like to implement here..."

"Mhmm..."

"A game of intrigue, plots, cloak and dagger, you know?"

Ms. Hathor typed. 

"I want to be able to rule behind the curtains, have all the information, and be the holder of truth in this world."

The man smiled, "Interesting, most boys ask for a typical fantasy world and some big sword."

"Not me, I want to be the guy who looks harmless, yet holds unimaginable power in his grasp."

The man seemed to shiver in excitement as he stood up and turned to blow some smoke, throwing his cigar into a bucket. 

"So... What else?"

"What else?" Timothy asked.

"Give me details, son, we need a full description so that there is no need for us to be sitting here again. Details make us stop Lady Causality from doing her thing again. Now you've got a nice premise there, I admit that much, but you can't hatch a plot with just ideas."

"R-right..."

Timothy thought for a moment, but the prospect of explaining the vast lore of Crowns and Laurels, the RPG fantasy game that had just come out from his favorite developers, seemed tedious and pointless.

"About the bag I carried..." 

Ms. Hathor typed again.

"Is there any way you can extract all the information regarding the world I want from the contents of that bag?"

The man glanced at Ms. Hathor, "Do we have access to items related to case 19161?"

Ms. Hathor nodded.

"So you want us to place you on a world similar to those expressed in that bag?" The man asked, his hands now firmly placed on his desk.

Timothy nodded, "As accurately as possible, if I dare say."

The man considered him, but then shrugged.

"Well, it is under the clauses of your compensation... Now about that bonus..."

"Ah, yes!"

"Do you wish for riches? Titles?"

"I wish to have gravity magic."

"Gravity?"

"Yeah, gravity."

The man glared at him, but then shrugged again.

"Granted... Now, if you may step here, you'll reincarnate in this new world as soon as we finish the details."

Both walked towards a forming pedestal. Ms Hathor opened a small portal and grabbed the bag that Timothy had by the time of the accident.

"I-I suppose I should thank you?" Timothy said as he stepped on the pedestal.

"Please, don't mention it. As I said, we'll take care of the details here."

Timothy's body was engulfed in light as his eyes closed and he slept again.

"Um, boss?" Ms. Hathor said worriedly.

"What is it?"

"It appears there are two games on this bag."

"Beg you pardon?"

"Yes, two games, which one do we use for the details?"

The man crossed his arms, then clasped his hands behind his back. He grabbed a fourth cigar and lit it up.

"Let's use both," he shrugged.

"B-both?"

"He explicitly told us to use the contents of the bag to send him to a similar world."

"But that's..."

"A loophole?" The man said, "Ms. Hathor, you haven't been in this line of business as much as I have. I tell you, it's his fault for not being specific like I asked... I did ask, right?"

"Y-you did, boss."

"Well, then let's finish up the details and send our request to the plant for fabrication.  It'll be okay, he probably liked that game, or the girl that asked him to buy it."

"A-alright sir... Transcribing!"

The typing machine's sounds filled the vast void they were surrounded by as Ms. Hathor relentlessly wrote all the lore for the new world.

By the time she finished, the man was already lighting his tenth cigar.

"Good, let his new life begin."