Moistria chuckled—softly at first, then louder.
Until eventually… she full-on cackled.
Her voice bounced across the endless sky, like the drunken echo of a goddess who just discovered the funniest joke in the universe.
"A random soul… and oddly fascinating too," she said between snorts.
"Though honestly, I just didn't have a choice."
Joe squinted.
"Huh? You said it was random. So how come you didn't have a choice?"
He grinned.
"Don't tell me... you're too shy to admit I'm special?"
Moistria burst out laughing again. This time it was wilder—quaking like thunder drunk on the scent of spring blossoms.
She laughed. Too long.
Joe sighed.
"Okay, okay… I was joking. Stop that thunder-ass laugh."
Moistria stopped suddenly, putting her hand over her mouth like she'd just cursed at a church altar.
"Oops… I slipped," she said playfully—using a tone that sacred beings should never legally own.
Then she stood straight, her expression snapping into seriousness—like the sky suddenly glitched blank.
"Let me explain… deeper."
Snap!
She snapped her fingers.
The sky shifted like a time-lapse on steroids. Clouds unraveled. Light dimmed. And within seconds—darkness.
Moistria began walking toward a cluster of gorgeous flowers by the edge of the garden.
Strangely—those flowers and the grass bent away, parting gently like sentient beings recognizing their creator.
She walked with her back to Joe, her hair swaying softly, guided by wind that didn't exist a second ago.
"I originally wanted help from a soul born of my eldest sister," she said—soft but clear.
"In her world, humans understand mana and modern tech. It's a perfect combination of civilization."
Joe said nothing. He listened.
"Many of them can even communicate with my sister... not directly, but still. They send signals into the sky—through a mix of sorcery and satellites."
Moistria raised her hand, pointing to the abyss above.
"My sister created sky-guardians—watchful beings who respond to mankind. Helping them who Intelligent. Powerful. Disciplined."
She paused. Then turned around, slowly.
"But sadly… the Almighty Father said no for my plea."
The garden grew colder.
"I begged again. Eventually… He gave me one chance, he let my sister help me for once."
Moistria stared at Joe.
"But that help couldn't come from the eldest sister's world." She exhaled slowly.
"He only allowed the help to come from the sixth."
Joe frowned.
"The sixth?"
Moistria nodded.
"Yeah."
"I told you, right? Technically… you're much older than human from Cumbria. You… are a child of my sixth sister."
She stepped closer, her tone deepening.
"You're from the sixth world—Earth."
She opened both arms wide.
"And now… you've entered the seventh."
That smile returned to her face.
"The Cumbria."
Joe raised his hand.
"By the way… who the hell is this Almighty Father?"
Moistria's eyes narrowed. Her smile faded for a split second.
"Not your business," she said, cold.
"You're my envoy. Stick to my mess."
Joe smirked faintly.
"Fine, then. Let's just get this over with. Send me."
Moistria grinned slowly—Snap!
They shifted again.
Now they stood in a pure white space—no sky, no walls, no end.
Joe stood on a misty-white floor, as if walking on clouds with a zero-gravity discount.
Joe groaned and shook his head.
"Can we stop teleporting every five damn seconds?"
Moistria turned fast, her tone sharpening.
"You've got guts, huh? Even after I told you I'm a Goddess?"
Joe shrugged.
"Hey, I am gonna help you, right?"
Moistria squinted.
"You're cynical… yet still willing?"
Joe nodded calmly.
"Sure. What else can I do? Say no? Be reborn as… a cat?"
Moistria suddenly howled with laughter again. Her laugh echoed in the sterile white void like an existential meme.
She looked at Joe, eyes narrowed from holding in the giggles.
"You want your family to thrive, huh?
Seems like you really wanna be useful for them."
She leaned forward slightly.
"Then… consider the people of Cumbria as your family now."
Joe exhaled. Then nodded.
"Fine. I won't run. I'll try... As long as you keep your word."
Moistria stared him down. This time—no jokes. Only divine weight.
"Of course. We'll make a Divine Pact."
She stepped closer.
"And for that… I must give you your True Name. Only then… the vow will take root."
Joe raised a brow.
"Alright. Chant your spell or whatever. I'm chill—"
But inside, Wow… Like a hero's name?
Before he could bask in the fantasy—
Snap.
A massive spinning wheel materialized behind Moistria, floating in the infinite white space.
Joe took a half-step back.
"Wait… are we… gambling?"
Moistria laughed again.
"Remember—you were chosen randomly.
So your name… shall also be random."
Joe opened his mouth. "Wai—"
Snap.
The wheel started spinning. Fast.
Every single section was marked with the same symbol: ???
Joe widened his eyes.
"All of it just question marks?!"
The wheel kept spinning, its ticking soft but authoritative. Until finally—
Ding!
It stopped.
The chosen section began to tremble—its ??? symbols slowly fading... and transforming.
An image appeared.
Joe squinted.
"...Pudding?"
Moistria smiled in smug satisfaction.
The spinning wheel vanished in a flash of divine light.
She looked at Joe and raised one hand toward the blank white sky.
"With divine value and purity…
I, seventh daughter of the All Mighty Father,
Fragment of the Seventh Princess,
Rightful Owner of Cumbria
Give you a True Name—"
Joe quickly raised his hand.
"Hold up—"
But Moistria pressed on, majestic and unbothered, her voice shaking the smoky floor beneath them:
"Raspudding!"
Joe froze. One of his brows twitched slightly.
"What—" And in the very next second—this time he can finished saying what he should say before he die, "... the fuck?"
He stared at the goddess with a look that could sour milk. "This is cursing…"
Moistria simply laughed.
She faced Joe, raising her open palm forward.
A glow slowly formed above it, floating gently—warm yet impossibly heavy in a way that couldn't be explained.
"With this, the divine pact is forged."
Moistria's voice now sounded like the choir of angels… overdressed and overly dramatic.
"You need only accept this."
The light drifted toward Joe.
Joe narrowed his eyes.
"Accept this?"
Moistria nodded, unbothered, face calm like a temple painting.
"Take it," she said softly.
"Then you shall be my envoy. The divine vow will bind. Your family will be blessed…
And you will become Raspudding."
Joe stared at the orb.
Still floating. Still pulsing—like a cosmic heartbeat with a twisted sense of humor.
He sighed, hesitated, then muttered under his breath:
"...Fuck it."
He reached out. Grabbed the light—
Cling.
It instantly soaked into his body, flowing like warm ink into the fibers of his soul—then vanished.
Moistria snapped her fingers again.
Snap.
Now they stood atop a high cliff.
The sky was overcast. Clouds racing overhead. But—Joe couldn't feel the wind.
All he saw was little rock and sand beneath his feet moving.
He looked toward Moistria.
The goddess was now hovering mid-air.
Her hands moved slowly—her right arm moving upward like she was reaching for something above, her left arm catching invisible wind, both his hand stop on front of her chest.
Between her palms, a red orb formed—glowing bright, like a clot of sun-blood.
Moistria gripped it with her left hand, then spoke, aiming it at Joe.
"With this… I grant you a solid foundation of mortal being."
The orb shot forward—Dush!!
Joe staggered half a step back.
His chest burned—hot. Inhumanly hot.
"Ahh—"
Then suddenly—WUSHHH—
Joe could feel wind smashing against his face. This time, it was real. "Huh?" He raised his hand.
His vision… was higher. His perspective had shifted. "Wait…"
He tried to glance downward—to check on his Private Blade™—but—
"With this…"
Moistria called out again.
Joe snapped his gaze up.
She was still floating. Her index finger pointed straight at him. At its tip: a smaller orb, this one red with black and gold streaks, pulsing gently like a god's sleepy heartbeat.
"I bestow upon you holy garments—luxurious and divine. They shall clean themselves… at your will."
Swip!
The tiny orb shot toward Joe like a sacred bullet.
*Blinding light!*
Joe squeezed his eyes shut.
When he opened them—he was dressed.
A robe fit for some ancient noble of legend.
His body fully covered in luxury clothes.
Moistria continued.
This time, she raised her right arm like a fake karate master about to chop wood in a discount commercial.
With a single sharp motion forward—
"With this… I grant you a sword, whose power depends solely on your will!"
Slash!
The air tore open.
A silver blade, the size of a forearm, launched itself toward Joe—
Zrakk!
It fused into his right hand—vanishing without a trace.
"ARGH!" Joe winced. Heat surged from his palm up to his shoulder.
But the pain vanished as quickly as it came.
Moistria wasn't done.
Now she held a marble-sized sphere, glowing faint blue, pinched between her index and middle fingers.
"With this… I grant you the Scroll of Edict."
Her fingers flicked forward, launching the sphere.
Fshhhhh—
It zipped straight toward Joe's forehead and—
DUG!!
"Ugh!"
Joe almost fell backward—struck by an unseen blast of spiritual weight.
And—Snap.
Moistria snapped her fingers one final time.
They were still on the same cliff.
But everything had changed.
The sky was now clear.
Sunlight warmed Joe's face.
A soft breeze brushed his skin—with the tenderness of a world that hadn't met him yet.
Joe now stood at the very edge of the cliff.
He turned slightly, glancing back at the ground beneath him.
And almost by instinct… one of his feet moved.
Crack…
A small stone slipped off the edge.
Joe watched it fall.