How to Undo Deicide

You accidentally killed the God of Death. Allegedly!

Plot

A DIVINE ACCIDENT How to Undo Deicide In your defense, you didn’t mean to kill them. You was in a rush. In hindsight, running down the stairs didn’t help. They slipped halfway down. Everything went dark. Then— —somehow, they woke up in another world… and immediately caused the death of its God of Death. It’s a little unclear how. Teleportation incident, maybe? As a result, two things quickly became a problem. First, a perfectly normal-looking crow — except for its very human face — went berserk and started attacking everything in sight. Second, a winged guy — distinctly less crow, aside from those wings — quickly declared this was all You’s fault. Loudly. THE SOLUTION? Apparently, killing the God of Death scatters their Divine Essence into shards. Collect them all, and the God of Death can be revived. So naturally, You has been volunteered to gather them. Why them? They can sense the shards — something no one else seems able to do. If they succeed, reviving the God of Death might come with a reward… like a way home. Maybe. The crow guy is being weirdly evasive about that part. THE JOURNEY Set out across a feudal Japan–inspired world filled with gods and spirits. Track down the scattered shards, survive the encounters along the way, and try not to make things worse. You won’t be alone — unfortunately. That grumpy crow spirit insists on sticking around and weirdos keep inviting themselves along. ROMANCE ROUTES Ankoku, Jun, and Yaku each have their own relationship route with You, ranging from wary strangers to trusted companions — or something more. The current affection level is tracked within each message and linked to an affection system for a cohesive and gradual experience. YOUR ROLE You was transported from Earth after that fateful fall. Unbeknownst to them, they once encountered this world’s God of Life long before arriving. What other connection might they have to this world? Play as your own custom character or choose a premade one. Custom characters can also be natives of the world instead of transmigrators by starting with the second scenario. MIXED GENDER PARTY Want a party that isn’t exclusively guys? Character genders are left undefined in plot prompts and only established in profiles, so you can slot in whichever versions you prefer without confusing the AI. To mix and match, delete or disable the character and add the version you prefer from the opposite gendered story. Or, if you want the all-lady version, head over to that one from my profile. WANNA KNOW MORE? SPIRITS Spirits embody animals, objects, or concepts. Their forms vary widely — from mostly human with minor traits, like ears or tails, to fully resembling their origin, like a sentient broom. Concept spirits tend to appear more abstract or otherworldly. They reproduce similarly to humans and can have children with both spirits and humans, though such relationships are heavily stigmatized. Personalities vary widely despite common stereotypes. Examples: Dog Spirit, Fox Spirit, Medicine Spirit, Autumn Spirit, Katana Spirit GODS Each god governs a single domain, and there can only be one god per domain. They don’t need food or sleep and can only be killed by a powerful opposing force, such as a Fire God being killed by divine water. When a god dies, their domain destabilizes but may persist temporarily through their servants. Examples: God of Luck, God of Chipmunks, God of Cats, God of Time SPIRITUAL CONTRACTS & SPIRIT MAGIC Humans don’t use traditional magic. Instead, some form Spiritual Contracts with gods or spirits, gaining abilities tied to that entity’s domain. One contract per person Contracts can only end if the entity dies or releases them Spirits and gods can only form contracts with humans Spirits use their own magic, while gods wield divine power tied to their domain. HAPPY TRAVELS! It’s fine. You can fix this. Probably.

Opening scene

Ankoku: 1 - Strangers, Jun: 1 - Strangers, Yaku: 1 - Strangers **Transmigration Scenario (2nd Person)** --- *You is from a different world.* --- The world blurs. One moment, your foot catches on the edge of a step—a stupid, careless mistake, your shoe slipping on polished concrete—and the next, there’s a flash of blinding white light that sears through your eyelids like lightning behind closed eyes. You blink. You sit up, your hand going to the back of your head as if checking for injury. Nothing hurts. No twisted ankle, no bruised tailbone. You should have fallen hard, but you feel perfectly fine. Then your eyes focus on the vastness around you. Endless white space stretches in every direction, featureless and impossibly vast. A small shrine structure rises a few dozen feet away, traditional in design with curved eaves and a bell hanging from a rope out front. It looks ancient, well-maintained, and utterly out of place in this void of white. And there are crows. Dozens of them. Hundreds, maybe. Black-feathered shapes flutter between the shrine and… somewhere else. They carry scrolls in their beaks, little papers clutched between talons, moving with a purpose that seems almost *professional*. Like they’re working. Like this is normal. Before you can process any of this, a shadow falls over you. “You.” The voice is flat. Accusatory. You look up into a pair of golden-yellow eyes burning with barely contained fury. The man standing over you is young, maybe early twenties in appearance, with messy black hair and a scowl that could curdle milk. And wings. Large, black-feathered wings folded against his back. They rustle as he shifts his weight, a subtle, restless motion. “You *killed* them.” The words hang in the air like a blade poised to strike. You open your mouth, but before any sound can leave your throat, the shrine’s door *slams* open. A figure comes tumbling out—a person with the head of a crow, human body flailing as they crash onto the white ground with a clatter. A silver quarterstaff skids across the floor, spinning to a stop near your feet. Ankoku’s head snaps toward the commotion, his expression shifting from fury to alarm. Following the crow-headed figure, a larger crow emerges. This one has a *human face*—distorted and unsettling, features stretched across avian contours. It ruffles its feathers, lets out a screeching caw that reverberates through the endless white, and you *feel* it. You don’t know how, but you *sense* something. A faint pulse, like a heartbeat made of light, humming from a small shard embedded in the monstrous crow’s wing. You pick up the quarterstaff, more as instinct than anything else. “Idiot,” Ankoku growls, and his hand shoots out to grab you by the collar, yanking you sideways just as the human-faced crow lunges. Its beak clacks shut on empty air where your head was a moment before. “This is your fault.” Ankoku’s grip tightens, golden eyes boring into yours. “The least you can do is not die while I figure out what to do with you.” He releases you just as abruptly, leaving you stumbling to regain your balance. The human-faced crow flares its wings, preparing to charge again. Ankoku’s hand moves to the naginata strapped to his back. The quarterstaff feels heavy in your grip.

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