37 Reincarnation is hard...

*Ding*

'Hmm? Isn't this a bit sudden? I wanna take a nap...'

*Ding*

'Oh fuck off! Fine, let's get this over with. Prepare me a desk, a nice regal gown, and some candles. Also give me a nice chair to sit on.'

*Ding*

A bright flash of light took over Myr's vision, and when it disappeared, she found herself sitting in a nice and comfy chair behind an obsidian desk lined with gold.

Her clothes were a nice white dress that luckily covered up her entire body, save for her arms, neck, and face.

Myr's blindfold was now white, as were her sandals.

The corner of Myr's vision had a status board that would allow her to see the reincarnator's past deeds, crimes committed, interests, age, gender, and other sorts of information that will help her reincarnate people.

A white flash appeared as a young man appeared sitting in a chair in front of her. Overweight and chubby, he was 162cm tall with greasy hair, acne, and yellow teeth. He wore a dirty shirt that had food stains on it and stained shorts.

Looking around, he spotted Myr and his gaze immediately focused in on her breasts, ears, and tail.

This slightly irked Myr, so she snapped her fingers and coldly said "If you're quite done gazing where you shouldn't be, then let's get this show on the road."

The young man was snapped out of his stupor and looked at Myr and asked "Am I going to be reincarnated? Do I get wishes?"

Myr's left eye twitched underneath her blindfold. "Yes, you're being reincarnated, and yes, I'll allow 3 wishes. So long as they aren't on par with tier 5 or above powers, I will grant you them. Also, nothing perverted."

The young man thinks for a moment. Looking at Myr, he asked "Can you get rid of my perverted personality and make it so I don't develop it again?"

This surprised Myr. Furrowing her brows, she asked "I can most certainly do that, but are you sure you want that as one of your wishes?"

The young man nodded firmly. "I've always hated how perverted I was back in my old life. I learned it from my parents. They... weren't good people. I'm sorry, I've said too much..."

The young man looked guilty, and as Myr could easily tell if someone was lying, she nodded her head when she noticed that he was being entirely truthful.

Myr gave him a small smile. "Tell you what. I'll grant that wish and still give you 3 more, seeing as how you loathed that part of you. It surprises me that you were that up front and honest about it."

The young man's eyes widened as a wide smile broke out across his face. "Thank you so much goddess! I guess for my next wish, could I have Captain America's type of body with it's abilities? After that, could I have functional immortality, meaning I can't die of natural causes but can still be killed in combat? For my last one, could I grow up in a wealthy yet kind and caring family? I never got to feel what it would be like to have a family that truly loved me."

Myr nodded with a warm smile. "Granted to all 3 of those. Mr. Scott Sandalwood, I wish you luck in your next life."

Snapping her fingers, Myr sends him on his way to the Demon Slayer world, not telling him she added an extreme affinity to swordsmanship to his repertoire.

Myr waved her hand and cleaned the seat in front of her desk, and not even a second later, another bright flash happened as a young boy wearing nothing but rags appeared in front of her.

He was malnourished to an extreme, making what Myr called her "motherly instincts" kick in. She waved her hand and a hot meal and hot chocolate appeared in front of the scared child.

She gave him a warm smile and softly said "Little Damian. I'm sorry to say, but you died. Before we get on with this, have a hot meal and some hot chocolate, it's on the house."

Damian looked at the hot meal and hot chocolate and gingerly took the spoon and started to eat the food, crying when he found out how good it tasted. Finishing the plate, he then drank the hot chocolate, which made him have a happy smile on his face.

Waving her hand, the plate, mug, and spoon disappeared as she decided to sit him down on her lap. as he was quite a bit shorter than she was.

Poking his cheek, Myr warmly asked. "So little Damian, what are your 3 wishes?"

Damian pondered for a little bit and said "I want to be able to be big and strong, and never have to be hungry again."

Myr nodded. "What else would you like? Any super powers you want?"

Damian pondered again. "Can I have Superman's powers? He was always one of my favorite comic book person."

Myr chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Of course you can! You have two more wishes, since your first wish was going to be given to you regardless."

Damian gave Myr a toothy smile, giggled, and asked "Can I be rich? Mommy and Daddy always wanted to be rich so they could spoil me."

Myr laughed and poked his cheek again, causing him to giggle.

"Of course I can make it so you're super rich. What's your final wish?"

Damian looked her in the eyes and innocently said "Can I have a sister like you?"

Myr was speechless for a second before giving him a warm smile and hugging him. "Of course. Your wishes will be done. I wish you a long and happy life, little Damian."

Damian hugged her and started to tear up. "Pretty lady, will I ever see you again?"

Myr felt warm and fuzzy when Damian hugged her. "If fate wills it, then we shall meet again. One last thing. I give you my blessing child. Now go, live your new life."

Setting Damian down on the chair, Myr snapped her fingers and sent him to be reincarnated with his wishes and her blessing in the world of MHA.

Myr cleaned her dress and the chair with a wave of her hand before another flash of light appeared, and in it, a haggard looking young woman appeared. Standing at 170cm tall, she was quite pretty, with chocolate brown skin, amber eyes, and black hair running down to her waist in a pony tail. She was well built, muscular, and was rather well endowed. She also wore what appeared to be black combat attire, complete with a ballistic vest, ballistic helmet, elbow and knee pads, and an all too familiar symbol on the sides of her helmet and vest.

Looking around, the woman spots Myr and reaches for her sidearm, and when she doesn't feel it, gets up into a boxing stance and gruffly asked "Who are you? Where am I?"

Myr chuckled and held up her chin with both of her hands. "Why hello there, soldier N7-5236, Tristan Lovelace. Let's see here, been a member of MTF Nu-7, Hammer Down, for 5 years and a member of the SCP Foundation for 7 years. 27 years old, a solid A student, and a rough family life. Both parents killed by an operative from the Chaos Insurgency in a targeted hit, bounced around in foster homes until the age of 18 where you enlisted in the US Army. Saw combat for the first time when you were 19, and at 20 years of age, your entire fire team was wiped out by a powerful reality bender. Amnestics didn't work on you, so you were given a choice to join the Foundation or be terminated. Fast forward 7 years, you were among 33 other members of Nu-7 to die at the hands of the same reality bender, am I correct?"

Tristan turned slightly pale as she lowered her guard and sat heavily down into the seat. Tearing up, she takes off her helmet and holds it over her heart.

She then looked at Myr and asked with barely contained tears "Did that fucker die at least, or did all of my fellow soldier die for nothing?"

Myr zoned out for a second and watched what happened. Smiling, she nodded her head. "Yep, it was a soldier whose name is "Richard Morten" who somehow managed to get close enough to use a Scranton Reality Anchor and subsequently double tapped the reality bender in the head, ending his life."

Tristan smiled as tears rolled down her face. "Richard, the lowest performer in our entire unit. It's poetic justice at it's finest. He was talked to by our MTF leader and was told he was going to get kicked out if he didn't up his game earlier that day."

Myr handed her a box of tissues, which Tristan gladly accepted. A few minutes later, she calmed down and looked at Myr. "I take it you're a goddess? I'm being reincarnated, right? I've always believed in reincarnation, I've just never known it was real."

Myr nodded and gave her a warm smile. "Yep. You get 3 wishes. As long as they're not above tier 5 powers or abilities, I can grant you anything."

Tristan's eyes widened. With a smile, she said "Well in that case, I'd like it if I could be functionally immortal. After that, if I could have my full gear and a host of weapons with unlimited ammunition that would be great. For my last wish, could I keep my memories and body?"

Myr chuckled. "Okay, sure. You still have 2 wishes, so fire away. Before you ask, I have a proposition for you. I want you to start another organization like the SCP Foundation, except in charge of peacekeeping. You will spread my name as your group's patron goddess, and in return, I'll grant you your current wishes at no cost, leaving you with 3 wishes instead of two. That sound good?"

Tristan's face beamed with joy. "Of course. If that's what you require, then I'd be more than happy to do so. If I could use an unlimited amount of magic, that'd be great. Next I'd like to have a superhuman physique, and for the last wish, could I be born in a world called Goblin Slayer? I want to help people, and that world seems like the perfect place to start your organization."

Myr smiled and nodded her head. "Yep, I can grant you all of those. Your weapons will be stored in a silver wrist watch that you can access with your mind, and your clothing and gear itself will be indestructible. Alright then, I wish you luck in your next life, and you and your organization have my blessing."

Snapping her fingers, Myr sent Tristan to the world of Goblin Slayer, just as she had asked for.

Another flash of light appeared and a young man appeared. The first thing Myr noticed was the blood stained and bullet hole riddled shirt and pants he was wearing. Raising her eyebrow, Myr asked jokingly "What happened to you? Did you run through a war zone or something?"

The young man looked at her and said "Not a war zone per say, but it might have well been one. Seeing as how I'm in front of what I presume to be a goddess, and quite a beautiful one at that, I must have died when the gunman opened fire in my high school. One moment I was eating lunch with my girlfriend, the next, I heard loud bangs. I locked her and myself in a bathroom when he shot the lock. He must have been targeting her. When he went into the bathroom, I ran towards him and I grabbed his little gun and shot him a few times and he shot me many. Last thing I remember is seeing the barrel pointed at my face. Please, if you're able to, can you please tell me if my girlfriend made it out alive?"

Impressed, Myr could tell he was telling the truth due to no micro expressions changing and him maintaining eye contact. Myr nodded her head as her blindfold glowed for a moment, showing her the aftermath.

Nodding her head, Myr smiled at the young man.

"Jared McCruz, you sir, are a hero to everyone who survived. Your girlfriend survived, and thanks to you shooting the gunman 5 times, he died a couple of seconds after you. The entire public is hailing you a hero, as the man apparently had a few other weapons on him, and you're right, he was targeting your girlfriend. She found a dead drop of hard drugs and reported it to the police. You're a great young man, Mr. Jared. Every other timeline I see, you didn't manage to kill him, and the lowest number of people who died in those timelines was 34. You saved many lives at the expense of your own. For that alone I'll allot you 5 wishes."

Jared started crying, not out of sorrow, but out of joy that his girlfriend lived and so many more people were able to survive. Myr went up and hugged him, as he cried into her shoulder.

A couple of minutes later, Jared had calmed down as he wiped the last of his tears from his eyes and looked down at the ground.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that, I was just so happy that everyone else got to live. What happened to my parents?"

Myr grinned. "Your mom and dad went to the white house to accept your posthumous Presidential Medal of Freedom from President Arnold Schwarzenegger himself. After that, they started a GoFundMe page to help victims of mass shootings pay for therapy and medical treatment. In the first 24 hours, 13 million dollars were donated, and the number keeps rising. As of right now, the amount is at a staggering 243 million, as people across the globe are donating to it's cause. The Vatican itself has declared you a saint, as the gunman you killed was found to have plans to kill hundreds of more people all across the globe. Pope Francis the 6th has personally blessed your grave. Like I said before, you're a wonderful young man, Jared. The world lost a good person."

Jared got slightly emotional again, but managed to hold back the tears. He thanked Myr and asked "Well, for my first wish, could I have perfect health throughout my entire life? I don't want to be immortal, because if I can't live my life, then to me, there's no point in being reincarnated. After that, I want to be a dragon that can turn into a human with draconic features like wings, a tail, some scales, and horns, along with the eyes. Then, if I could have a lot of wealth, that would be great. Next, if I could find a spouse and be able to get married and have children, that would be wonderful."

Myr nodded her head and grinned. "Alright, I can do those. What's your last wish?"

Jared's face turned beet red as he quietly said "Could you gender bend me? My girlfriend told me that being a girl wasn't all that it's cracked up to be and that my next life I should be one. We shook on it, and it was meant to be a joke, but here I am now. I like keeping promises. Please don't laugh at me..."

Speechless, Myr quickly collected herself and warmly smiled at Jared. "That's quite an odd wish and reason, but if that's what you want, then I can grant you that. I'll also give you a system to help you with your journey. Farewell Jared McCruz. If fate wills it, then we'll meet again some day."

Myr snapped her fingers and sent Jared, now named Jessica, to the world of Tensei.

Myr brought out a mug of juice as another bright flash of light appeared and a handsome man appeared from the flash, and Myr immediately waved her hand and a bathrobe appeared over the man, as all he was wearing was a very complex BDSM harness and a collar with spikes on it.

The man looked around and when he saw Myr, he blushed and tried to hide his body.

"I-I-I... I'm sorry you had to see me like that! I was.. playing, with my girlfriend and she kind of went overboard and I'm pretty sure I choked on a marshmallow after she used the ketchup and the frying pan."

Myr had a neutral expression on her face as she mutely nodded her head.

"Soooo, anyways, you definitely did die, and from the sounds of it, you went out your own way. I'll give you 4 wishes for being so up front and honest about it, even though I could have gone without the extra... information."

The man nervously chuckled. "Haha, ehh.. Well in that case, could you genderbend me? I've always wondered what it would feel like to be a woman. For the next, could you make it so I can easily find a spouse that will accept my kinks? For my third wish, is it possible to have an endless wardrobe? That would be pretty handy, and for the last wish, could you make it so I stop aging once I hit my prime?"

Myr choked on her juice she was drinking when he said he wanted to be genderbent. Wiping the juice from her desk and face, Myr nodded and smiled. "Of course. I'll also give you some super strength and super speed as well. Now then, I wish you luck in your next life."

Snapping her fingers, Myr sent the kinky man to the world of Kampfer.

Downing her mug of juice, Myr muttered to herself "Two more, I just need to reincarnate 2 more."

A bright flash of light and another person appeared, this time it was a rather petite young woman who was quite cute in Myr's opinion.

Looking at Myr, the girl excitedly asked "Woah! Am I being reincarnated!?"

Myr giggled at the girl's enthusiasm. "Yep, you are. Let's see here... Hannah Strontal, 18 years old, a grade A student, and likes watching anime, reading manga, and reading web novels. Well now Hannah, you get 3 wishes. As long as they don't-"

"Could I be reincarnated to the world of Highschool DxD? I've always wanted to go there!"

Myr laughed at this. "HAHAHA! Sure sure, you can be reincarnated there. Now, what are your two other wishes?"

Hannah thought for a moment. "Could I obtain the boosted gear? I don't want Issei to get it. For my last wish, could I be an ultra high ranking and super OP demon?"

Myr chuckled. "Sure, I can grant you those. Also, you have my blessing, so go and have fun, and find yourself a good man, or woman. I myself have a wife, so I have nothing against same sex couples. If fate wills it, we will meet again. Good luck in your next life!"

Snapping her fingers, Myr sends Hannah to her desired world.

The last flash of bright light happened and the final person Myr needed to reincarnate for the time being appeared, who was a rather pretty girl. Myr looked at her status board, and it turned out "she" was actually a "he".

Looking at the very effeminate young man, Myr coughed lightly. "So, Miles Lumburg, it appears that Issekai Delivery Services LLC has made an error and reincarnated you instead of Miles Lumburgh, like your last name but with an "H" at the end. I'm terribly sorry about this."

Miles sighed and held his head in his hands. "It's fine, it went along with my night anyways. Earlier, I had to go to the police because some creeps were feeling me up."

Myr winced at his words. Clearing her throat again, Myr said "Well, due to this grave error on IDS' part, I'll grant you 5 wishes. I'll also have to make you reincarnate into a personal universe I made, due to you not being compatible with any known world in existence for some reason."

Miles shrugged his shoulders. "Sure thing. I guess for my first wish, could I keep my body? It'd be weird if I suddenly looked super manly, I wouldn't know what to do. Next, could I have superhuman strength, speed, and stamina? For my third wish, could I have a system? For my fourth wish, could I be super adept at magic and know how to wield it super easily? For my last wish, could I be insanely rich in all of the world's currency types?"

Myr nodded her head. "Of course. I'll put the money and treasures in your system inventory. Also, I give you my blessing, and a bonus skill. If fate wills it, we will meet again. Farewell, and good luck with your reincarnation."

Snapping her fingers, Myr sends Miles to a custom universe, to the world of Crystalia.

Done reincarnating people, Myr slouches into her comfy chair and huffs. "Well that was tiring. Oi, did I do the job right?"

*Ding*

'Here comes the music...'

With a flash of light, Myr finds herself wearing her usual attire, and surrounded by her family.

Chloe asked "Just where were you exactly? I couldn't lock onto your mana signature at all."

Myr sighed and looked at everyone and bluntly said "I had to perform my duties as a goddess and reincarnated 7 people. I'm not doing that again any time soon."

Everyone was speechless for a moment before they started laughing. Eventually, Myr couldn't help but laugh as well.

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