It all looks bad. While I was resting in the oblivion, the world had changed significantly. I'm going to keep quiet about Reyna, because there are no decent words that can describe what she had done.
And all these mortals . . . They always have problems, and now I, Gauss—God of Death—must make money to pay debts. But at least I have my zombies, who don't need to be paid!
