POV: μΠζ?ωΠIt existed since the beginning of all creation, she...or was it a he? No matter, the being didn’t care for petty bels.

  The entity was always found the other "gods," not that they deserved the title, repulsive. They have the gall to call themselves "gods" when they are nothing but parasites; they create nothing and leech off their master's work. Many of them indulged in a life of opulence and gluttony. They were prideful to the point of comedy, believing themselves equal, if not greater, to the Creator.

  Granted, he did have some respect for a few of them, especially those who cared for the mortals and showed kindness, guiding them to become better.

  It had been centuries since the Creator contacted him. One day, the entity was finally given new orders.

  "My friend, I have another task for you. I think that it's time for things to change..."

  It wouldn't be hard to imagine its excitement to finally have another assignment, except this time, it was different. The entity didn't care; if the Creator told him to do something, he would follow those orders to the tee. But it still was uncharacteristic of its master to task him with changing the bance of the worlds.

  The Creator didn't care for the "gods" and their pointless games; he was fine with them as long as they knew their pce. All he knew was to serve, but how would the entity do this? It wasn't the most creative of the primal beings, and the Creator wanted the realms to stay intact, which unfortunately ruled out his usual approach. So it decided to take a page from the false gods' book and take "inspiration" from the false gods.

  After scouring the mortal realms, he finally found one that interested him: Earth C-115. The world was ruined by greed, lust, and pride—almost like they were following in the footsteps of the false gods. As he looked, he could see the influence of the "gods"; the world's dimensional shield was held up by strings and tape and would colpse with the most gentle of disturbances.

  Looking at the rgest dimensional tunnel, he found it connected to another world of magic and dragons. There, he saw a world of corruption and sin, except for one pce known as the Great Tomb of Nazerick and a soul - a human soul in the body of a lich. The mortal had been a... what were they called? Ah yes, a "transmigrator", as the "gods" called them; judging from his soul, the lich had been transmigrated for a year or two, his soul already being absorbed by the undead body. The man turned lich wanted a better world, a world of peace, something he found admirable.

  Then it hit him: he had another idea...

  He would take another page from their book.

  He grinned, or what would be a grin to humans, and said to no one in particur, "Maybe this assignment wouldn't be as boring as I had initially thought."