Rocarn never had anything interesting going on anymore.
He already had his fun playing with the Space Eaters and rolling through the fur of the Grumpy Wolverine.
Now, he did not know what to do. He was bored!
"I can't bother Tanathum, Liekin, Graaahfum..." Rocarn started counting off the names of people he might be able to bother.
"Haaaaa. No one I can afford to hang out with without them chasing me off saying 'I'm busy, leave me alone!' or 'I will kill you for what you did last time!'."
Rocarn shook his head tsking, "No one appreciates good jokes nowadays."
"Wonder what some of the minor gods are doing?" Rocarn used his Sight to look down the lower realms to see what others were doing.
He narrowed his focus on two minor gods.
"Who did you pick?"
"See the kid with buck teeth that is picking his nose? He has the potential to be a minor god." A bald man with a handlebar mustache said.
"Oh, I think your little booger will be a gold digger one day!" The other man replied.
"You couldn't tell an ostrich from a Radiant Goldbloom." The bald god retorted.
"Mine is on the next planet over on the big continent. It's the little girl on the young man's shoulders in the bright yellow dress in the big ol mansion. She also could be one of us one day." The god responded while rubbing his mutton chops.
"I am relieved that we can sponsor others without others butting in and messing with them now. The past few hundred years have had too many with potential killed off or maimed by jealous gods." Handlebar mustache god sighed.
From the higher realms Racorn was holding his chin, "Hmm, I forgot about sponsoring somebody. But if I only sponsored someone it would be boring. How about if I don't technically sponsor them and just bless them? Then I can guide their progress here and there and voila! Someone that can turn the realms upside down!" He spread his furry little arms out in excitement.
"That way I do not have to follow all those rules."
"Now, who to pick? Preferably someone not near the center clusters, no not the gas clusters, or the Flowlands."
"There!"
Rocarn pointed outside the borders of the known universe of high civilizations at a young girl, just a week old.
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Leum never thought the world was fair.
From his bad eyesight, clumsiness, and the possibility of passing out if he stood up too fast, Leum just felt like the world wanted him to suffer. To cope, he read books about superheroes, but anti-heroes always stood out.
So when he suddenly found himself looking up at a different ceiling clearly without glasses and feeling like he could run a marathon followed by a triathlon, he had no fricken idea what to think.
Except.
"Holy shit I'm a GIRL!"