General Carrion came face to face with a god of genocide; he stood there relaxed as he watched the god before he smiled like a psychopath. The god before him looked to be a young male in his twenties, had golden eyes with a red outer ring, dirty bloodied brown hair, and black skin. As if he had burnt alive while standing at four feet and maybe seven inches tall.
He had on a partly destroyed Roman soldier outfit with bits of Spartan gear mixed into it, as a blood gold spear was impaled into the ground beside him. After taking in the god's appearance, Carrion looked around and found he was in a void-like place, although there were licks of flames at times from somewhere.
The god, seeing he had finished up his little look around the place, chuckled a bit before introducing himself.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Orcus; before you ask, we gods take on the appearance of whatever the mortal we meet has a more inclined relation to. I must say, though, the image you have given me… It is rather burnt and unsightly, but given what you did, it fits, wouldn't you think, General Dakota Ves Carrion?"
"Yep, I did burn a lot of people, and I imagine going bye-bye through implosion has some weird effects."
"Minor things, but you're not entirely wrong, though the mortals who came up with that cube stepped into the territory of the gods."
"Okay, so let us move on; what the fuck do you want from me?"
Carrion asked this as he pointed his right index finger at the god Orcus.
"Redemption, Your soul is unfit for any godly realm; not even purgatory wants you mortal. So you shall live out a new life, a life where you MUST save every life you can from a different threat. One that is much more dangerous than squabbling little mortals, you shall be fighting true monsters."
"Sounds troublesome; what's in it for me, though? I could ask for my soul to be destroyed, right?"
"You'll get, let's say, six reasonable requests as this task will be unforgiving, and if you want your soul destroyed. You'd never come back, and your shards will become dust in the god realms. Either way, you make a choice, but living seems more fun, right mortal?"
"You drive a hard bargain, my good sir, so I'll take your little redemption quest."
Chuckling, Orcus waved a hand and made a little RPG character creator appear before Carrion. Then, prompting him to fill it out, he even had stat point distribution like some Dungeons and Dragons characters.
『 Name: Zero Carrion, Job: Reaper Gunner
Race: High Human(Reaper), Age: 1, Sex: Male, HP: 600, MP: 1600
Stats: Strength: 140, Dexterity: 666, Constitution: 200, Intelligence: 120
Wisdom: 100, Charisma: 220, Luck: 300(Fixed), Accuracy: 150%
ATK: 690, AP: 100%, MDMG: 20%, MAP: 60%
Skills: High Human Bonus, Tamer, Assassination, Stealth, Firearms Mastery, Dagger Mastery, Torture, Necromancy, Tracker, Interrogation, Night Vision, Disease Resistance, Poison Resistance, Shock Resistance, Fire Resistance, DeadEye, Soul Reaper
Skill Descriptions: High Human Bonus: Your race is a higher tier of the base race, thus granting you some bonuses. Increase health by 25%, Magic increase by 50%, Resistance Gain Up, boost to tall all stats by 10%, EXP gain 1%.
Tamer: You can tame things that you consider to be an animal; the success of taming depends on various factors depending on the subject of taming.
Assassination: You are the reaper; out in the open or the shadows, you have an almost one hundred percent chance to kill your target in one motion. You can detect if there are any signs of life nearby before planning out your plan of action.
Stealth: You merge with the world, leaving no traces behind, but with sharper senses, your ability will slowly find you.
Firearm Mastery: Anything counted as a gun you spend less time to master. Increases damage by 50%, depending on the gun type and rate of fire.
Dagger Mastery: Anything counted as a dagger you spend less time mastering. Increases damage by 100% depending on the blade length.
Torture: You Know how to make your target regret crossing you, which can induce fear or a long-lasting state of fear towards you.
Night Vision: You can see up to 180ft (54.86 m) in the dark as if it were dim light.
Disease Resistance: You have a higher chance of resisting anything considered a disease.
Poison Resistance: Having experienced various poisons' effects, you have gained an almost near-total immunity towards them.
Shock Resistance: You've been electrocuted enough to be able to tolerate the tingling feeling being shocked half to death gives.
Fire Resistance: You've been lit on fire so much you've gotten pretty good at dealing with it to the point you barrel feel or get affected by it.
DeadEye: You have an unnatural focus that has given you the eyes of a deadly sharpshooter that reaps lives in one shot.
Soul Reaper: Your soul is your weapon, it is your companion in life and death.』
After finishing up his little character creation, he gave him an abnormal amount of stats points due to his total unrecorded kill count. It all added up to one thousand seven hundred and forty-six unrecorded kills, which Orcus thought would be funny, as that is also the total amount of lives he needs to save. Next thing he knew he had vanished in light and to a new world given the god's chuckle.