After dying one too many times, the universe promoted me to Goddess of Reincarnator, but a modern version, no more old-fashion Goddess likes the one in the Greek era, sitting and laying on the shining bench with glowing kind of things, cast the abracadabra spell and what-so-ever. It sounds cool, but I'm basically a cosmic intern named Akane, drowning in paperwork for the recently deceased. My job is a chaotic mess: I deal with heroes demanding Wi-Fi in fantasy worlds and demon lords wanting to be reincarnated as fluffy sheep. To make things worse, a ridiculously handsome rival god loves to mess with my work just to see me blush. My life is a genre-hopping disaster, and I’m starting to think my endless cycle of deaths wasn't an accident.

Also, I am living in the parody of everything... what the heck?! My life even as a Goddess also is a joke!