God or devil?

I sat there with the most perplexed expression imaginable. Before me stood the self-proclaimed god; no, to be exact, he was a devil in god's skin. Minutes before, when I returned from my successful revenge, I heard something from the god that I could no longer believe with my own ears.

"What are you even talking about? Mr. God, are you sure you are not mistaken?" I said, pointing to the list of names before me. "Why do you want me to kill these people?"

"Exactly, child. Geniuses like you pick up on things fast" replied the deity.

I could only utter a single word: "Why?"

"Look here, William," continued the deity. "Gods are not as omnipotent as you think. Each world has laws that allow it to sustain itself. Untimely interference can only make things worse. However, we need to save the world from those who try to destroy its peace. So, the gods chose messengers in the forms of reincarnators, heroes, prophets, and transmigrators to represent their thoughts and actions. The people that you are asked to judge and exterminate are sinners who will upset the balance of the world. Your job is to cut those toxic weeds before they take firm root in society. Don't worry, my child; you, as my employee, will receive adequate compensation for your efforts."

"So basically, I have to reincarnate in another world and kill people to whom I have no relation to?" I asked.

"Yes," replied the deity.

"And the paper I signed is my employment contract in exchange for my revenge?" I questioned.

"Yes," replied the deity.

"You tricked me into signing it?" I said.

The angel gave a cheerful smile, indicating that "silence means consent."

I knew better than to rebel. The person in front of me had many ways to threaten me and make me do what he wanted. After all, he had the power to decide someone's fate without lifting a finger. To rebel was a death wish. Soon after my consent to take the job, I was thrown into a black hole where I experienced immeasurable pain worse than death.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I shouted. When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a familiar hut, surrounded by familiar walls and roofs. My bedding comprised of an old mattress and a faded blanket.

"A dream?" I wished for all those alien memories to be a dream. But the game-like panel in front of me with the words "Greetings to Divine Reaper," said otherwise.

"Huh! I wonder when our little chicken became an early riser," exclaimed Bowen's mother, Felina, as she checked on Bowen from the kitchen. "Anyway, happy sixth birthday my sweetheart. Rise and shine...!"