After Inso's arrival made everyone jumpscared, the clipboard boy explained the situation to Inso.
Five minutes of explanation later...
"So let me get this straight," Inso said, his left eye developing a dangerous twitch.
He began counting on his fingers.
"I accidentally died because YOU—" he pointed at the trembling junior god "—a JUNIOR GOD, let your pet pigeon loose for some fresh air. Said pigeon took personal revenge on me for the heinous crime of shooing it away from my balcony. And it accomplished my kill... with a single, strategically placed poop?"
The boy's face had gone through several shades of pale and was now approaching translucent.
"..."
"..."
"Show me to your supervisor. I'm going to make you pay with your life.", Inso raged.
The temperature in the divine office dropped several degrees.
"W-W-WAIT!" The junior god grabbed Inso's hands with the desperation of someone about to be fired from their job. "Please don't report this! I'll do anything! ANYTHING!"
"Anything?" Inso raised an eyebrow, his business negotiation mode activating. "I literally died falling into a manhole. Do you know how embarrassing that sounds?"
Background Whispers: "Shouldn't he be crying about dying?" "Why is he negotiating like this is a business deal?"
"I- I'll let you transmigrate into any world you want!" The panicked junior god offered like he was selling his soul. "Name your conditions! Any conditions!"
The other gods exchanged worried glances as Inso's expression shifted from 'angry customer' to 'business shark smelling blood in the water.'
"You'll accept ANY conditions?"
"Y-Yes!"
"And I can demand ANYTHING?"
"...Yes?" The uncertainty in his voice was palpable.
More background whispers:"This feels like a trap." "Should we call security?" "Do we have security?"
Inso's eyes gleamed with the light of someone who had spent years crafting fictional worlds and knew exactly how to exploit plot holes.
"As an author with an inborn skill of delusional thinking, I've been mentally preparing for this scenario for years. Who knew there would come a day I'd actually use it?"
His smile turned predatory.
....
Inso took a deep breath and launched into what could only be described as the most comprehensive, oddly specific, anti-isekai contract negotiation in the history of webnovel:
"Fine. Here are my NON-NEGOTIABLE terms:
1: No monster leveling bullsh*t. I refuse to collect slimes for 200 chapters to forge the 'Ultimate Sword of Destiny Plus Ultra.' I'm too lazy for that grind, and my back hurts just thinking about carrying loot.
2: No politics. I can barely understand normal humans, let alone nobles who speak exclusively in riddles about 'who has the bigger... influence.' I don't want to spend my afterlife decoding whether 'tea time' means assassination or actual tea.
3: No historical settings. I refuse to do laundry in a river while with fifty layers of thick robes.
4: Don't even THINK about sports genre. I'm allergic to sweat, competition, and the phrase 'believe in yourself.' If I have to run more than ten meters, I want a full medical team on standby.
5: No apocalypse scenarios. No zombies, no 'he's cold and distant because his family died in the outbreak,' no scavenging for expired canned goods. I hate unhygienic conditions.
6: No overpowered cheat skills. I don't want to sneeze and accidentally blow up a country. I prefer to suffer in silence."
The divine hall had fallen so silent you could hear a pin drop in another dimension.
"What about romance—" the junior god suggested weakly, like a drowning man grasping for straws.
"OH YES!" Inso's eyes blazed with the fury of a thousand disappointed readers. "THE ROMANCE CLAUSES!
7: No 'The world loves you protagonist' nonsense. I don't want to walk into a room and have everyone's pants fall off. I prefer my sanity intact and my personal space invasion-free.
8: If I hear even ONE mention of 'CEO of the Top 10 Companies Who Had a Mysterious One-Night Stand,' I will personally crawl back through that manhole to haunt whoever wrote that plot.
9: No campus romance. I'm not babysitting emotionally constipated teenagers who thinks true love is like fairy tale.
10: No reincarnating as a child. If I wake up in a six-year-old's body and some adult says 'you'll grow up to be my wife,' I'm calling the divine police.
11: NO reincarnating as plants, pets, swords, or talking furniture. If I wake up as a magical robe who has to seduce a duke by being 'mysteriously alluring fabric,' I will find a way to delete my own existence.
12: No side characters who are already dead or about to die, and ABSOLUTELY no reincarnating as villains. Villains don't get personal time off. I'm not dedicating my precious free time to redemption arcs and 'proving I'm actually good inside.' That's unpaid emotional labor.
13: ABSOLUTELY no 'childhood friend who loved me forever but never said anything' or 'I'm mean to you because I secretly like you' garbage. I'm too old for playground psychology and indirect communication. Use your words like an adult.
14: No mysterious debts the size of the Burj Khalifa, and no brooding rich men who stare intensely instead of having normal conversations."
Inso cornered the trembling junior god against the marble wall like a loan shark collecting payment.
"MOST IMPORTANTLY—15: I want to be VERY. VERY. RICH. Rich enough that my great-great-grandchildren can live off the interest alone and still afford to buy small countries as vacation homes. Got it?"
The junior god nodded so vigorously his clipboard went flying.
Inso stepped back and smiled with angelic sweetness that somehow felt more terrifying than his previous glare.
"But I do want some fantasy elements—magic, supernatural creatures, maybe some adventure. Just no ghosts. They're too clingy and have zero respect for personal boundaries."
A heavy silence that followed.
"Oh, and I don't want to be an omega again." His expression darkened briefly before returning to that unnaturally bright smile. "Make me a beta. That's all!"
Every divine being in the vicinity was sweating bullets.
🚨 SYSTEM NOTIFICATION 🚨
[User requirements conflict with 99% of registered fictional worlds]
[Remaining compatible options:Uncategorized, Discarded Drafts.]
"What's even left that matches his demands?" The junior god stared at his tablet like it had personally betrayed him.
"Didn't we delete that glitched world already?" A new voice cut through the tension.
Every junior god in the vicinity immediately snapped to attention and bowed so low they nearly touched the floor.
"S-SUNBAE!"
Enter: Senior God.
The senior god approached in a composed manner. He snatched the tablet from the junior's trembling hands, his expression shifting from mildly interested to genuinely intrigued.
"It's being deleted as we speak," the junior god stammered, sweat beading on his forehead.
The senior god whispered something in the boy's ear that made him flinch and go even paler, which seemed physically impossible at this point.
Inso's eyes narrowed with the suspicion of someone who had read too many contracts with hidden clauses.
Danger Sense: Tingling
"Say, Mr. Inso," the senior god addressed him with a smile that was probably meant to be reassuring but felt more like a predator sizing up prey. "You were an author in your previous life, correct?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Inso's voice turned wary, his author instincts screaming that this was definitely a setup.
"Don't worry! I have the PERFECT world that matches all your incredibly specific conditions." The senior god's smile widened. "We just need one tiny, insignificant favor..."
"What kind of favor?" Inso's tone could have frozen the fires of hell.
"We want you to complete some unfinished stories! You see, many authors have abandoned their works mid-plot over the years, leaving gods who invested in those worlds absolutely heartbroken. If you could finish them, we'll guarantee you that rich, worry-free, lazy paradise life you demanded!"
Inso blinked slowly, processing this information.
"Lazy life... and writing is my hobby anyway..." His brain ran rapid calculations. "Deal. But I want that contract in writing with no loopholes."
The senior god materialized an ornate contract from thin air as if he's been preparing for this moment for decades.
"Excellent! Just sign here, here, and initial there."
Inso read the contract carefully.
📜 TRANSMIGRATION CONTRACT 📜
Name: Kim Sion.
Previous Occupation: Webnovel Author (Struggling)
New Identity: Rich Young Master (Jobless)
Gender: Beta Male
Age: 23
Status: Wealthy heir with doting parents who are conveniently always traveling abroad
Character Relevance: Not even a side character—completely irrelevant to main storylines
Disease/Disability: None. Guaranteed healthy lifespan until age 75
Potential Love Interests: None (modifiable based on player interest)
Primary Mission: Complete abandoned stories within designated world
Contract Duration: 5 years
Compensation: Lifetime of luxury, no financial worries, unlimited free time
"'Jobless' stings a bit," Inso muttered, "but overall this seems surprisingly generous for a deal."
"Upon failure to complete assigned missions or breach of contract terms, Player agrees to serve as a Grim Reaper in Hell's Customer Service Department for 100 years."
"G- Grim Reaper?" Inso raised an eyebrow.
He examined every clause, every subsection, every possible hidden trap. After fifteen minutes of thorough investigation:
"The conditions aren't unreasonable, and there don't seem to be any major loopholes. I accept."
Inso signed the contract proudly.
"Don't worry!" The senior god's smile now looked distinctly more sinister than reassuring. "We'll provide full system support to assist you! Enjoy your stay in your new world, Mr. Inso!"
Before Inso could ask any follow-up questions—
A blind light flashed his eyes and senses.
System Message: Transfer Initiated
Destination: DRAFTED ERROR_404
Status: In Progress...
Inso's consciousness returned to find himself sprawled across a comfortable sofa. His eyes opened to reveal a penthouse apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of a modern city skyline. The furniture looked like it belonged in architecture magazines. The air smelled like expensive leather and perfume.
[Welcome to drafted error_404, Mr. Kim Sion]
"Well," he said to the empty luxury apartment, "I'm going to have the time of my life"
Back in the divine centre:
"Sunbae," the junior god asked nervously, "was it really okay to send him there? That world is..."
The senior god smirked.
"We had to act quickly before he banned breathing and existing as additional conditions. Let him marinate in that particular world for a while—he's an author, he'll figure it out eventually."
"But still..." The junior god looked genuinely worried as Inso's status readings fluctuated on his screen. "I need to monitor him closely since this whole mess was my fault to begin with."
The senior god ruffled the boy's hair with affection.
"We needed someone capable to deal with that problematic world anyway. When the perfect candidate appears, you don't let them slip away."
He gazed at Inso's vital readings with an expression that mixed satisfaction with sympathy.
"This is the best help I can give you, poor child. The rest is up to your own skills and wit." Senior god sighed and left like nothing happened.
To be continued…