Seraphim is a Bystander

Proposal for reincarnation (long vacation)
 
Spreading my six wings, I soared through a sky filled with clouds and brilliant blue.

The one who summoned me—Creator God Ren—was holed up in a special dimension that only he and a select few others could access using teleportation or other divine travel techniques.
Normally, I’d just teleport long distances and be done with it. But today, I was stuck flying at supersonic speed with my own wings because that f***ing god intentionally didn’t authorize me to teleport.
Seriously, I gave up my one day off to come here. Could we at least make this quick?

After about 30 minutes of flying, a floating palace came into view. I’d been here many times for work, so the patrolling angels—who looked like knights—just gave me a quick nod and let me pass.
Wanting to avoid any formalities, I headed straight for the rooftop—the place where I could sense the strongest divine energy through the halo above my head.
 

 
“Hey, sorry to call you so suddenly, Seras.”
Waiting on the rooftop was the f**ing god himself*—Creator God Ren—who {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} looked like a young boy but carried the presence of an ancient sage.

“I don’t mind. My schedule was open today—outside of my designated rest time, of course.”
“Good, good. Glad to hear it.”
“…Hah.”

This bastard is reading my thoughts and blatantly ignoring them.
Normally, even thinking something rude about a god would get you instantly erased from existence. But my case is… special. As long as I don’t actually rebel, I’m allowed a lot of leeway.
Sure enough, Ren just smiled like he was thoroughly entertained by my internal complaints.

 
 
“Well, well. I think you’ll actually like what I’m about to tell you, Seras.”
“Oh? Am I finally getting a vacation?”

Not that I expect anything from this corporate overlord of a god. The guy literally programs his angels to find joy in nonstop labor.
 
 

“Let’s put your opinion of me aside for now. I’ve got something I’d like you to do instead of all the jobs you’re handling.”
“…Come again?”
A task so important it requires me to drop everything else? What is this divine maniac plotting now?

“Are you sure? If I stop, a lot of operations are going to get delayed.”
“True, but the overall efficiency would only drop by about 30%, and thanks to your training, your successors can keep things running.”
“…Fair point.”

Yeah, over the last 5 billion years, I’ve trained quite a few juniors and built systems that can keep functioning even without me.
 
 

“So, Seras, here’s what I want you to do.”
“If possible, make it easy.”
“Oh, it’s nothing too hard—just a little reincarnation mission where you save a world.”

…
This god’s finally lost it.
 

“Still rude as ever inside your head, huh?”
“Then maybe stop reading my mind?”
Ren just kept grinning, completely unfazed.

 
“Anyway, yes—reincarnation. You’re wondering why, right?”
“Exactly.”

“Well, one of the gods I left in charge of a world made a mistake. A pretty big one. A crack formed in that world’s fate. And unfortunately, it’s spreading—starting to affect other worlds too.”
“I see. Can’t you patch it from outside?”
“Nope. If I interfere directly, the flow of fate would stagnate. That’s why we need someone to reincarnate.”

Makes sense now. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind giving that screw-up god a long lecture, but whatever.
If I think about it… this might be a sweet deal. Save a world, and maybe I get a proper vacation for once.
“Exactly! If you save the world, you can live out the rest of that life however you want.”

“Again—stop reading my mind.”
“Oh come on, it’s a good deal, right?”
“I’ll decide that after I hear the details.”

Apparently, the world I’m going to is similar to the one I lived in during my original life—advanced with science and tech. But there are a few differences:
 
1.Everyone is born with a supernatural ability called an ‘Inou’ (異能).

2.There are special creatures called ‘Virtual Beasts’ (仮想体).
3.Technology is even more advanced than in my original world.
 

Yep, I’ve worked with that world a few times.
I’ll be reincarnated as a kind of “hero seed”—a soul that the world’s natural forces are trying to cultivate into a savior. By combining the world’s restorative power with my divine energy, we should be able to fix the flow of fate.
 

“I understand the gist, but… is my energy alone enough? I’m just a tired, overworked angel.”
“No worries there. I haven’t told you because you didn’t seem to care, but your body has been upgraded so many times… you’re now a Seraphim—the highest-ranking type of angel.”
“…First time, I’m hearing of it.”

“Well, I didn’t think it was important to tell you.”
“…Alright, I’ll go along with the reincarnation.”
Not that knowing that really changes anything for me.

Still, if my job is just to provide energy, I don’t have to be the main character, right?
“Can’t I just be a guardian spirit for the hero instead?”
“Not a bad idea, but that would weaken your connection to the world. It wouldn’t be enough for full restoration.”

“…I see. Then how about this?”
 
 

“Hm, not bad. That should work.”
“I thought so. Let’s go with that approach, then.”
Nice. That’s probably the lowest-effort solution possible. I really outdid myself.

“Alright, then I’ll reincarnate you as you requested.”
“Now? I haven’t even handed off my tasks yet.”
Honestly, it’s not my problem—but I do feel a bit sorry for my successors.

“No worries. I’ll inform everyone on your behalf.”
“In that case, I’ve got no complaints.”
They’re devout angelic workers. If the Big Boss tells them to do something, they’ll jump at the chance to serve.

 
 
“Well then, let’s begin your reincarnation.”

As Ren raised his hand, light began pouring out around me, filling my vision.
For the first time in nearly five billion years, I felt myself losing consciousness—a sensation I had long forgotten.