Reincarnated as an Angel

My life sucked. And yet, I am a five-year-old girl. You may ask 'Why does your life suck? Your parents probably spoil you.' I have no parents. I chug tequila to get money at the local tavern, I wasn't born with magic, which erases tons of jobs... The only thing I do have is my moms God tier pendant.

This also isn't very helpful, as it can only be worn by angels, but good news for that, when I turn six or die, I become an angel. Yay. I mean, it could be fun. Oh hey, whats that lava stuff coming towards my face?

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DEATH

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Oh, I'm in a white room with a gold-like marble pavilion in the center, and a guy with a white beard looking in a microscope at a cube-like world. One guess, God. I assumed he was looking at me through that on Nyeah, our world, because there were multiple others on different tables labeled 'Nyeah, Earth, Quso, Marlit' and so on. Also, he finally turned to look at me.

"Hello," said a deep, joyful voice that didn't seem very, if at all, surprised to see me here. "I have come to offer a job few have ever even conceived. A messenger of God, do you accept this job?" I have to admit, this would be much better than my boring life. "Also, to be official, you need to get two more people to follow you, they will automatically turn into Angels."