I shall definitely save them

Chapter 3

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Alyssa POV:

The beautiful lady smiled warmly, her voice soft yet commanding. I had no idea how or why I was still conscious after dying, but when she said she could help me survive, I decided to listen. What else could I do?

Beautiful Lady: "Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Emmy, and as I mentioned, I am the God of the Multiverse, as well as the God of Time and Work."

Her words made my head spin. Multiverse? Time? Work? None of it made any sense, but there was something calming about her presence. She exuded an otherworldly grace, as if everything she said was absolute truth.

I narrowed my eyes, still trying to wrap my head around the absurdity of it all. "Wait... God of Work? What does that even mean?"

Emmy chuckled, a light, musical sound. "It means everything in existence must function, every clock ticking, every story unfolding, every life moving forward. That includes you. But... well, your story hit a bit of an unfortunate snag back there."

I blinked, still reeling. "So... you're saying the garden killed me?"

She smiled knowingly. "In a way, yes. But death in the multiverse isn't always the end, especially for someone like you."

"Someone like me?" I repeated, suspicion creeping in.

Emmy leaned closer, her eyes glinting with a playful spark. "Yes. You're a writer, aren't you? You shape worlds with words. That makes you... special."

My heart raced. Was this some strange dream, or was I really being offered a second chance?

Emmy: "My job is simple. I create worlds to entertain the other gods. But there's a problem." She paused, her expression shifting to something between frustration and regret. "The way I create worlds is... limited. Take Earth, for example. Sure, it's beautiful. But it's still just a basic world, linear time, straightforward rules, nothing too complex. Eventually, the gods grew bored with my creations."

'Simple, my ass,' thought Alyssa, rolling her eyes internally.

She let out a soft sigh, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "And the worst part? There was nothing I could do to change it. I wasn't made to create elaborate or chaotic worlds. I was designed with precision worlds that are simple, functional, and balanced. But that's just not enough for the gods anymore."

I tilted my head, absorbing her words. "So, what happened? I mean... if you couldn't create anything different, what did they expect from you?"

Emmy gave a small, wistful smile. "That's exactly the problem. They wanted variety, something exciting and unpredictable, but I just wasn't capable of that on my own."

Her gaze softened, and she came closer. "I can give you a second chance at life, but in return, I need your help. Work with me. Create with me."

I stared at her, trying to process the gravity of what she was asking. A second chance at life, at creation. Was this really happening?

Emmy: "The thing is, I got the idea to create worlds based on stories from different worlds. At first, it worked wonderfully. Many gods loved the new worlds I crafted."

Emmy continued, her voice turning a little more serious. "But the more I created, the fewer gods appreciated my work. Their excitement faded over time."

Alyssa crossed her arms, fighting the urge to yawn. Honestly, she didn't care much about Emmy's existential problems, but... this whole mess was somehow tied to her own life and death. And, well, that did pique her curiosity.

"So, what went wrong?" Alyssa asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why did the gods stop liking your new worlds?"

Emmy sighed, her shoulders drooping slightly, as if recalling a heavy disappointment. "It wasn't the worlds themselves, they were brilliant. But gods have a high sense of justice, and as you may know in stories, not everything is fair.