Cadet #30-779 clocked in for yet another mind numbing day at the office. Today would be like every other day, he just knew it.
"State your YEAR of CREATION, followed by the last few digits of your identification," a dual-sexed ai voice called out from the holographic device.
"Year thirty. Number seven-seven-nine." He rolled his eyes with a passive aggressive tone.
"Authenticating.... Cadet found! Cadet number thirty: seven-seven-nine. Welcome back to work!" The ai hologram made a smiling face, it's holographic body shaped like an adorable chibi robot.
With a deep, guttural sigh, Cadet #30-779 sat down at his cubical.
"Hey, look who bothered to show up," 30-779 looked up to see his compartment buddy, Cadet # 0-405 who had been with the company for millenia longer than he had. Yet they still were a narcissistic asshat with no talent, which is why they were still stuck in the business trade.
And what type of business did they do? You might be asking.
They transfer souls from different realms that have grown tired of their monotonous lives to different worlds. This department was the Reincarnation-Isekai Project. RIP for short, if you would. This department only existed in the creator world; inhabited by creator deities. Although, even among these vast amount of gods, there were outcasts (sent to RIP specifically).
And Cadet #30-779 was an outcast even among these outcasts. A double outcast.
30-779 groaned, "not now, 0405. I have candidates to pick out, and paperwork to complete." They stacked the papers neatly into a pile, but that jerk-wad knocked the stack of papers back down with a loud thud. 0-405 laughed heartily as they slapped the side of 30-779's cubical.
As the papers fell on the floor, 30-779 felt murderous. That stack took forever for him to create last night! His eye twitched. "Zero...." he growled. 0-405 shrunk back in their seat. "I, I'm sorry!" They rubbed their head. "Let me help you with that!"
Thirty sat back against his office chair, sighing deeply in despair. He gave up already and it hasn't even been that long since he clocked in.
"Let's just get this over with," he muttered to himself, picking the paperwork up himself despite the offered help.
After searching through a few, he finally found three isekai candidates he was interested in.
All three candidates died at the same time, but in different words and with different backstories. The first was a beloved crown prince - spoiled rotten by his royal family until he grew up into a tyrant – on his coronation day, the people revolted and removed his head.
Second was a man born out of wedlock in medieval times; locked in a shed and beaten everyday by the legitimate sons whom looked down on him and his servant mother.
And third was a misunderstood monster living alone among a swampy forest when human poachers caught, tortured and killed him for his lavish fur and healing properties. They used his monster-hood against him, unwilling to pay for their bloody greed and lies - so the monster's mother, a witch, put a curse on them to forever be haunted by their sins.
It would be an interesting THREE WAY SWAP. And if it went well, 30-779 could get a promotion! After all, what could POSSIBLY go wrong???
Well, as it turned out... A lot could go wrong.
"THIRTY SEVEN-SEVEN-NINE!!!!" Cadet #30-779 could only swallow back fear as his boss - Creator #0-0097 barged in through their small department's door — knocking it off it's hinges.
"Why am I just getting alerts that the monster character is acting like a delinquent AND a stubborn rich kid?! And why in MY OWN NAME are the crown prince and the illegitimate son of Rossen both shells with no soul!?"
As it turns out, everything could go wrong.
Creator #0-0097, known also as Null - since he was not as well respected as his other godly brethren; all due to his assignment as CEO of the Association of Death and Incarnation was deemed by the gods "lesser work" than soul reaping; had expected SOMETHING to go wrong from the department dealing with reassignment of souls. The R.I.P. department had already proven that they could not handle their jobs in an appropriate and timely manner - and he was beginning to miss their manager, who was on vacation.
Managing Cadet 0-378740 was the only assignment-cadet that held the group of idiots together like the strong soul-weaving silk Creator #0-0097 used to make before they forcefully demoted him here.
And just on time, a knock. It seemed urgent, from the way the Cadet knocked on his office door. "Come in," his deep, angry-adjecent voice boomed. "Preferably before you break my door off of my hinges..." He sighed quietly to himself. "... Again."
Bounding in was Cadet #55-007 "Your Honor, Cadet #30-779 came back to work and has already screwed everything up!"
Creator #0-0097 wanted to bang his head on the table. "Oooof course he did..." he groaned, elbows resting on the table to support the weight on his face in his hands. "So, what did he do this time?" He asked in a long drawl, pulling his hands away from his face.
Cadet #55-0007 paused, biting her lip. This nervous tick from his assistant meant one thing... Null's day was about to go from bad, to the worst.
"Your Honor... he, uh... he merged three souls.from different worlds into one body." Her whispered quietly, shrinking in on herself like a timid animal.
"Ah...." Deity creator Null's brain slowly processed her words. As asinine as they sounded. "I see."
Just from the sheer amount of pressure in the room, the female cadet wanted to skeddadle. Her boss' temper was always just as highstrung as his work ethic.
Null waved her off. "I'll deal with this myself, return to your work." He watched her scamper away like a startled deer, and he waited until she closed her office door before checking the proggress of the assignment... three bodies, two in a coma and one fighting two other souls for control.
The mess had him walking into his own doorway to shout: "THIRTY SEVEN-SEVEN-NINE!!!!"
The office cubicles shook with his angered roars. He quickly tore down their department door with a mere tackle. "Why am I just getting alerts that the monster character is acting like a delinquent AND a stubborn rich kid?! And why in MY OWN NAME are the crown prince and the illegitimate son of Rossen both shells with no soul!?"
Hearing the outraged shouting exploding from a few departments away, Cadet #30-779 tried to hide behind his cubicle. Yeah, he was definitely not getting a raise anytime soon.