Seraphim is a Bystander

Heaven's Slave
After being given the name Seras and becoming an angel, time flew by in the blink of an eye.
Right after my transformation, Ramiel-san handed me what she called an “indescribable manual-like object”—I read through it once, and was immediately thrown into the field.

I’ll admit—I underestimated the job of a “messenger.” But I was painfully wrong.
The angels around me never tired and wielded overwhelming abilities, allowing them to work nonstop. And because of that, my own job as a messenger never ended either. For someone who had been lazy in life, working without a break was nothing short of torture.
Not long after I started my new role, I couldn’t bear the endless grind any longer. I once asked an angel who had given me a task, “Don’t you ever feel like taking a break?” To which they simply replied:

“Serving our Lord is the greatest joy there is.”
…Yeah, looking back, that was the obvious answer.
Angels aren’t really individuals. They’re more like components of a divine system created solely for the sake of God. Compared to robots tirelessly running in human factories, angels are far worse.

They possess computing power that no supercomputer could hope to match, physical specs far beyond both humans and machines, and their bodies never degrade or wear out. They work with terrifying efficiency.
To make things worse, the more they work, the more fulfilled they feel—“I’m helping the Lord!”—giving them a constant mental buff.
Once I fully understood that, I gave up on the idea of changing my environment.

Instead, I started researching how to best utilize my angelic specs—seeking ways to complete tasks more efficiently and carve out time for rest. After about five years of experimenting and optimization, I finally managed to secure about five hours of free time.
For rest, I was granted access to the same private dimension where I had first received my name and body. I used that as my break room.
As my efficiency improved, so did my rest time… or so I thought—until one day, the workload suddenly doubled.

I wanted to file a formal complaint with God about this obvious injustice, but I was far too busy to even consider it. And it’s not like Heaven fostered a workplace culture where that sort of thing was okay.
So, while silently screaming on the inside, I pushed my mind and body past their limits. Strangely enough, it worked—by year 10, I was able to secure some rest time again.
…But this time, they added new job responsibilities.

That’s not what was in the contract, you f***ing god.
I was now tasked with acting as a liaison not just within Heaven, but with demons in Hell. Apparently, venturing outside of Heaven required a higher rank, so my body was upgraded again. But that didn’t matter—what mattered was the horrible realization forming in my head:
Wait… is this an infinite loop?
Turns out, I was absolutely right.

Every time I got better at a task, more tasks were added.
At 50 years, my hell-related duties increased.
At 100 years, I was tasked not only with communication but negotiation.
At 1,000 years, the negotiation load increased.
At 5,000 years, I started negotiating with higher-ranking beings, and my body changed again.
At 10,000 years, the workload increased again.
At 100,000 years, I was given new responsibilities and another body upgrade.
At 1,000,000 years, I started working in another world under divine management, which required—of course—another upgrade.
At 100 million years, I began handling tasks that involved direct interaction with God.
And so, by the time 300 million years had passed, I was juggling communications, negotiations, and system operations across 50 different worlds—but hey, I finally managed to secure two days off per celestial year.

At some point, I’d grown three pairs of wings (six total), and the halo above my head had evolved into a kind of ornate, divine-looking crown. I understood that my specs had been improving all this time, but I’d been too busy to realize just how much my appearance had changed.
Still, if I had more wings, that meant I could boost my physical task efficiency even further…
Oh, right—over the course of my work, I eventually learned that the god who gave me this name and body was considered one of the higher-ranking deities among the countless worlds and divine beings out there.

His true name is Ren, the God of Creation, and all of my body upgrades had been made possible through his authority over creation itself.
 
 

And so, around the time the 5 billionth year had passed…
I was summoned by ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) the Creator God Ren.