The Second Chance of Reincarnator

Whitesky, City of Rask, Lamian's Street.

Thomas stirred a shot glass, the golden liquid inside, and watched as the bubbles rose to the surface.

The pub was quiet and dark—it was only in the middle of the day, but it still had a couple of people lounging around.

"You're drinking rather early, Thomas. The recruiting is not going well?"

The pub's owner sat next to him—he had a wild mustache, a tricorn hat, a wooden leg with a long overcoat.

"It's never going well. I recruited one, but he was here for only one night and is probably never coming back again.

"It's hard to find any foolhardy souls willing to bet their lives anymore. People like safety, and adventure is a thing of the past."

Thomas said with a sigh and sipped on the golden alcohol.

"That's just how the things are, I suppose."

The pub owner said, took a bottle from behind the counter, and poured himself a drink—a proper drink with a splash of gin.

At that moment, the pub's door opened, and the light of the yellow sun streamed inside, illuminating the dusty room and casting a warm glow over the old wooden tables.

"Argh…"

The patrons squinted their heads, turned away from the light, and kept drinking.

A man entered the pub—he had a crimson, gold, and white robe—he had long blond hair that reached his lower back, and a swinging pendulum hanging from his hand.

It was swaying side to side—then it crackled with gold lightning—and started pulling towards Thomas.

"Holy man has come looking for you."

The pub's owner looked over his shoulder at the man, stood up, and with the bottle of alcohol in hand, he walked to the back room.

When the rest of the patrons saw the robed man, they finished their drinks, and all left in crowds, leaving the pub suddenly empty.

"Why is one looking for me now…"

Thomas sighed, finished the drink, and turned around to face the robed holyman, who was looking at him.

"Thomas Rheiner, the recruiter appointed by the Ten Gods of Whitesky, is that you?"

The holy man, Mikael, asked.

"That's indeed me."

Thomas said with a sigh.

'I guess I'll be getting fired now.'

"You've been called over to the altar to have an audience with the Goddess of Outlaw, Wren—She is expecting you."

"Why would She want to talk with me? I am part of the Stealth pathway and a servant of the God of Stealths, Luzi."

Thomas asked.

"I do not know, and you should not care—you've been called for audience, and you will show respect by attending."

Mikael said coldly.

"…Very well."

Thomas said, left the dark pub, and entered the carriage waiting outside with the holy man.

…

Inside the altar, Thomas sat in front of the Outlaw Goddess statue—cross-legged—and put his hands into a prayer.

"O' Goddess of Outlaws, please answer my prayer."

When those words left his mouth, his eyes were closed, but he could still feel the world around him spinning violently.

It suddenly stopped, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was sitting on a grass field of golden, white, and red flowers.

The sky was red because of the crimson sun, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

Across from him, he saw a white pavilion with a golden roof, surrounded by a lush garden, and it was standing in front of a lake that stretched out as far as the eye could see.

In the pavilion, there was someone sitting there—a beautiful golden-haired woman in a white dress and short hair—she was reading a book.

"Walk over to me, Thomas, the son of Harry and Isle Rheiner."

Her dreamy voice resounded across the air like a siren's call—it was impossible to resist, and Thomas walked straight over to the pavilion.

He slowly stepped up the steps of the pavilion, stood before her, and felt his cheeks heat up at the sight of her beauty.

However, when she turned her head over to him, she looked faceless—there were no eyes, no nose, no mouth, and not even eyebrows or ears.

'The mortals aren't allowed to look into the feal face of Gods, so They appear faceless to us, as our minds can't comprehend Their true form.

'One has to become at least a Divine Ranker to even catch a glimpse of Their real appearance.'

Thomas thought.

"…Do you know why I've brought you here?"

"I-I do not know. I am not your Blessed One, so I wouldn't know the reason, but I am honored nonetheless to be in the presence of you."

He said, and bowed his head slightly.

"…Mhm. You've bought a new recruit, is that correct?"

Wren asked.

"Y-You're talking about Kael?"

Thomas asked with round eyes.

He didn't understand why the Goddess would take an interest in someone that hasn't even become a Blessed One just yet.

"Kael…" This version is sourced from MV3L3MPYR.

Wren whispered, smiled cutely, and nodded.

"H-He has returned back to the Earth, and I don't think he is intending to return. He came to the Whitesky to retrieve the corpse of his brother, and he miraculously achieved that."

Thomas said.

"Oh…"

Wren lowered her head, slammed her book shut, and stood up to the gaze to the lake that was filled with the water lilies.

"I want you to convince him to come back and have him come to the altar to pray to the Gods. I also want him to become mine… Blessed One."

She said.

'Why is She so interested in this ordinary young man? I have never heard of a Goddess such as Herself being so invested in a mortal like that before.'

Thomas thought, bowed in response, and pushed the brim of his hat down to cover his eyes.

"Your wish is my command, your Godliness. However, may I ask, if he isn't willing to come, what then?"

Wren stayed silent and waved her hand, and Thomas got thrown out of the beautiful world of hers—he appeared back at the altar.

He was sweating buckets of cold sweat and looked terrified.

"Kael… What kind of trouble did you end up in?"