Moments later, in a stereotypical white room with an elderly man sitting at a table drinking tea, a middle-aged man falls face-first onto the floor, still snoring. The unexpected face plant brings the man back to consciousness.

“Urgh, why do I have such a headache? I swear I didn’t drink that much.” He says, rubbing his head. Then opening his eyes, seeing the old man causing him to exclaim with eyes as big as dinner plates while lunging forward with both hands propping him up on the table, “Truck-kun!”

“No, I am God,” the elderly man says, seemingly with an air of infallibility rolling off him like a coat.

“So minor god huh, what department you work in?” Drake asks, seemingly not believing him at all. Showing slightly squinting eyes and a smirk. He relaxes back onto a cushion-like his situation is a normal occurrence.

“Did you never read nor hear that thou shalt not tempt the Lord?” The Maybe God says, raising an eyebrow.

“So… Bob in accounting, jealous God, minor deity and looks like an old man. Got it, so where to bob.” Speaking while looking unabashed before a divine being elbow on the table resting his head on one hand head cocked looking bored.

“It’s God, and your karma will decide.” The elderly says, his facade cracking ever so slightly.

“Fine, Mike from marketing, are we going to have any foreplay and cookies, or is it no tea for you, so says the tea Nazi.” He says.

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He leans back, looking like a yakuza still smirking at the maybe God who seems way too full of himself. Drake never had a problem respecting others, but he hated people that like to use their authority or position against others. The being before him just screamed stuck up entitled brat.

Seeing this stuck up, maybe God looking at him like an idiot. He sticks his hand out to find he somehow pulled a horn of alcohol from thin air and takes a swig of the sweet nectar of the gods. Bringing this God's irritation to a whole new level.

“Have fun. I am sure you will like your present.” God finishes up before proceeding to kick that irritating person out of his divine sanctuary by opening a hole directly beneath him. “And good riddance, you deserve it… did he pull a drinking horn out of thin air in my divine space.”

While contemplating what just happened, the soul stream that flows throughout the multiverse shakes, causing the elderly to nearly fall over. His eyes wide and jaw hanging so low you could drive a bus through it. He is frozen, like a statue, not to be confused with a certain animated movie. He sees a cat girl sitting in front of him, finishing off the horn left by the guy he just booted.

“Nya, it's nyice but not as good as carnations bar it lacks feeling. Oh! seems you caught meow.” Suddenly the cat girl turns into a dragon girl startling the God from his stupor. The pressure released by the raw power radiating off her is more than enough to crush his entire being.

Gods all have different divinities and obtain them in different ways. Mestuphis, the God of the previous Earth, obtained his through faith and thus is far weaker than the girl before him, who became a god through sheer power. Each rank of divine power is wider than the gap between a mouse and a first-rank god. Thus, the gap between a newer faith-based God and this high-ranking Goddess of Fate is unimaginable.

“I won’t change what cha did, tiny man, but don’t be messing with em’ too much, or you’ll be sorry.”

Snaping her fingers one last time for effect, as she can just do whatever with a thought, she poofs out like she was never there. Mr. god starts sweating bullets; never in all his long life has he experienced the pressure of a being that powerful. He shifted his focus on the kid he booted out earlier, trying to locate his soul.

Time passes, and to his horror, he can’t find it. All the male souls are where they are supposed to be, except for the one he was looking for. Scanning his world again, he finds the soul is not in his current world. Expanding the scope of his search, he finally finds the soul in an abandoned world, but the soul was changed a couple of times. Upon further inspection, he finds his small, cursed fate is still attached.

“Since there are no gods in this world, ill just take over and add a few contingency plans in place for the future. This one pissed me off, and that doesn’t happen often.” Mestuphis thinks before sending out a few clones to manage the changes and hide to be able to destroy them if his plans fail. This should at least get what I’m looking for. I’ll check in on it later.

SHINK BOOM!

“HAHAHA! We knew you couldn’t resist.” The voice of a mature woman appears behind him, grabbing him by the shoulder locking him in place. She had neck-length black hair with golden tips, red highlights, and an obsidian black tail reminiscent of Son Goku, the monkey king. Her figure easily would make men drool if not for the world-ending pressure that came just from looking at her.

Shock and fear filled him as more and more Gods filled and expanded his Divine Space, all while glaring with red eyes like the Devil Kings of myth. Sweat poured out of the man as his appearance went from a wise elderly to a teenager. As his true appearance was revealed, they all sneered.

The young God quickly made an attempt to get away and struggled in vain, yet the Saiyan Goddess of Dreams refused to even let him budge. A sadistic gleam in her eyes made him even more fearful once he truly understood the nature of the being holding him down.

“Thought you could get away with it, did you. Reset number 665 because your feelings got hurt. Oh, poor baby. Couldn’t even do your damn job right. Ragnarök Is my thing, not yours!” Speaks a female version of Loki from alt-universe M9937674.

“You only had one job, ONE! And ya done F#&%ed it up! Pathetic!” Replies Demon Sovereign Long Tian of universe D67382

“Now guys, we have a long time to express our grievances here. Old Man Time and his daughters shifted time to 10 billion to one. I brought the goddess of healing and rebirth from our world, so as long as he has a fragment of his soul left after, we can bring him back like new forever. he..he..he.” Says a cute Loli demigoddess of war and horsewoman of the apocalypse universe I379286.

“No worries guys, we got a Goddess of Fate and a Goddess of Destiny working to make the necessary changes. If all goes well, no more resets, for the good reasons.” A group of goddesses says as they poof out next to a titan.

“Everyone gets ten thousand years to do your worst. Line up on the left to sign up for your timeslot. You will be force teleported back here for your allotted time. Also, henceforth a travel ban for abandoned world group c-7 is in effect. All trespassers will be sentenced to follow Goober over here. So don’t forget to notify your lower Gods and new Gods.” Says two gods of space looking like father time from universe A7386521.

“NOOO!! I didn’t mean to! Please spare me!” Mestuphis cries and begs.

“NOT A CHANCE!!” The near-infinite line of Gods, Demons, Devils, and other beings powerful enough to traverse the multiverse, say in unison, lacking even an ounce of sympathy.

Immediately afterward, they hear the Kim Possible ring tone coming from the Saiyan Goddess scroll. Which causes all the gods to look at her with a weird look as she picks it up. She starts talking to someone when she suddenly shouts out loud.
“SANDSTORM DID WHAT!!!!”