PROLOUGE
If you, reader, were here, watching along right now, your eyes would roam right over the yowling cat on the floor, and straight to the people watching this cat throw a tantrum. These people had auras around them, and they were constantly changing shapeless blobs. For example, one person who was previously a large, heavily muscled bald guy, was now a shapeful, dark-skinned goddess with full lips. Changing with every glance. Yes, you would have ignored the cat and been mesmerized by these gods.
But let's take a look at the cat, right? This cat was an equal to the absolute beauty of the gods, with an equally attention-grabbing white coat. Now, white, is constantly shifted by the other colors around it, which is why, there is no such thing as true white. The color white is nonexistent, only the shade of white exists. But this cat was a true white - so beautiful and glowing, that it was hard to take your eyes off her. And this cat was so blinded by anger that she didn't bother to look at the gods, seated in their high chairs. Instead, she went straight to the point, yelling straight at the god in the center, who was the leader - seated in a chair a few feet higher than the others.
"Why the hell did I wake up with four legs?! I don't even know which ones to move! I don't need this many! Explain what's happening, right now, and change me back, or I'll claw your eyes out. Who even are you?!" The cat snarled, fur standing on an end. The god in the center burst into hearty laughter, only angering the cat further.
"We are the Webnovel and Inkstone gods, and I am Frsk Sfsn, the god of happy endings." The god said mildly, resting their head on one elbow as they watched, entertained. This time, the cat burst into laughter as well, laughing along with the gods, although for different reasons.
"The what? That's ridiculous. So this is the afterlife, you're the god I came up with when I was six years old and blindly believed in my whole life, and you're going to isekai me into a random book series I liked, Warriors, and guide me through it? Please, that's hogwash." The cat guffawed, and suddenly the gods fell silent.
"A sharp one, she is. Potential she's got, too. Look at the color of that soul. What a clean white." The god on the left mused, and the cat bared her fangs, flattening her ears back to take up an aggressive position. "Hey! Get it over with, whatever you want."
Frsk Sfsn slowly stood up from a golden throne and stepped up to the cat, who was suddenly wilting under the ever-shifting stare. "My dear apostle. Believe me. You have died, and this is the afterlife, over which I rule over. But you did not believe in me for nothing. I will help you as much I can."
The cat gulped. Yes, even her imagination could never dream up something so realistic. Now, the cat's demeanor changed abruptly, all anger and suspicion thrown out the window and replaced with a happy mood. Strange, really, but she had accepted her fate and was now going along with it. "Of course! If it's really you, Frsk Sfsn, all I need to know is that you exist. I'll do whatever you tell me in that story with gusto! I always prayed to escape my boring life as a human, and it finally happened! Thank you, and have a good day!" The cat now ecstatically bounced out of the swirling, vaulted, golden gates of the god's chambers, tail swishing happily behind her. The god named Frsk Sfsn reached out a hand to stop this delusional cat but then stopped. Behind her, a god let out another laugh, riddled with delight, scorn, mockery, and even pity for this god. "How are you going to tell that cat, who believes her beloved god will fish her out of every tricky situation, that-" The god stopped to laugh again as the gates of heaven closed, the cat now gone,
"How are you going to tell her not every story ends in a happily ever after?"