It’s complicated.

“C’mon you slutty Goddess! Make me a hero already and unleash me onto this world of yours!”

The Goddess sighed as she picked herself off the floor. “Haven’t you been listening? We’re done with the hero shit.”

“Huh? Then what the hell am I gonna be in this other world?”

The goddess raised her slender arms and stretched her taut, nubile body, shamelessly flaunting her perky breasts. “To observe the law of conservation of powers, we need to use materials that originates from the destination world to construct your reincarnated body,” she said. She snapped her fingers at Reader. “Get up and come with me.”

Before Reader could even react, his surroundings seemed to crumble and then was quickly reconstructed into a big stone chamber of sorts. Even though he hadn’t moved, Reader found himself standing on his feet, beside the goddess. They were standing at the edge of a large round pool in the middle of the room. The pool was about the size of a full outdoor spa-pool, except it was filled to the brim in a crimson liquid.

“Is that blood?” Reader asked.

“Not exactly. It’s a catalytic medium,” replied the goddess. “Now shut-up while I make you your reincarnation vessel.”

“Er… Can you make me a handsome young man again?” Reader asked, “Also, I’d like a big cock.”

The goddess rolled her eyes at Reader. “I guess you should brace yourself while I retrieve the components. They’re not a pretty sight.”

Reader snorted. “Come on missy. I’ll have you know I’ve seen some shit in my lifetime. It’ll take more than - EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK! What the fuck is that?!”

While Reader was mouthing off, the goddess had summoned a grotesque alien-looking corpse and made it levitate over the crimson pool. The body was frail and shriveled, but its head was disproportionally large and round. It had lidless large jet-black soulless eyes and a nest of worm-like tentacles in place of a mouth.

“Rylgr, the Eldritch Omegamind,” the goddess said, “The greatest psionic mind-devourer that had ever existed in the world where you’re going. He was also the 97th darklord who was defeated by summoned heroes there.

“Holy christ he’s an ugly sonofabitch!” said Reader.

The goddess ignored the comment and dropped the body of Rylgr into the crimson pool. The body disappeared into the red depths, producing ample hissing and gurgling noises. The entire crimson pool roiled and swirled as if the liquid was alive.

“Next,” the goddess said, raising her hand, “Hmmm, I suppose this will do.”

There was a flash and something else appeared over the crimson pool.

“Is that…” Reader said, narrowing his eyes, “A pile of bones? WTF?”

“They’re the remains of Maerlin, known in his time as the Sovereign Sorcerer Supreme and the Grand Archon Wizard of Fey. He was a worthy adversary to the forces of darkness and a mighty ally to the heroes of light during his lifetime. It was with the aid of his awesome powers that the heroes managed to defeat Rylgr the Omegamind. However, in his late years, he had become haunted by the prospect of his end and began to pursue ways to fend of ****’s inevitable embrace. He soon realized that the side of light would not grant him the immortality that he had come to desperately crave, and thus, he turned against them instead. Eventually he became known as Astronomicon-Necronomicon, the most powerful necromancer and cosmic-sorcerer that had ever come into existence. And he subsequently reigned as the 98th darklord for 300 years until the next batch of reincarnated heroes defeated him.”

The goddess dropped the bones into the crimson pool. No sooner than the bones started sinking, the goddess then summoned the next limp body over the pool.

“This one is… oh wow,” said Reader.

“Indeed,” the goddess said, licking her lips.

This corpse had the proportions of a large muscular human male. However it also had extremely pale skin, handsome black swept-back horns, purple hair, and… an enormous genitalia.

“Behold Jalra, the Daemonic Incubus Overlord. It was said he even managed to seduce the gods at one point.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Yeah turn me into that stud!” Reader said.

“He’s also gay,” said the goddess.

“Wut… Wait, that doesn’t mean I’ll turn gay does it?”

The goddess smirked and winked at Reader as she let the body fall into the red gurgling whirlpool.

“Was he a darklord too?” Reader asked.

“Oh yes,” replied the goddess, “He was actually one of the earlier darklords in that world. But because he wouldn’t give a certain vindictive goddess the time of day and would only chase male-god’s ass, the goddess summoned heroes from another world to deal with him.”

“Yikes. The scorn of a woman…”

“Let’s see, next we have this guy,” the goddess said and snapped her fingers. A large golden urn then appeared above the pool.

“Uhhh… is that a pot?” Reader asked.

The levitating urn slowly tipped over and a white slimy liquid began pouring out of the pot into the red pool.

“Yuck. Is that cum or something?” asked Reader.

“It’s name is Gluttonoga, also known as the Abyssal Slime God. It was the 99th and last darklord in the world where you’re destined to go,” replied the goddess.

“Slime? That’s lame. Give me something cooler why don’t you?”

“What do you have in mind?” asked the Goddess.

“I dunno. Like a dragon or something?”

“Ah! Good choice. I just remembered this one. Valhamut, the Apocalypse Cataclysm Dragon. He was an early darklord as well.”

A collection of humongous black bones, black scales, and what looked like a mess of black organs and innards appeared above the room. They were subsequently dropped into the crimson pool without further elaboration.

“Well,” Reader said, “With a name like that, I guess it pretty much explains itself.”

“And now for the final component,” the goddess said.

“Oooh! I know, how about a bad-ass ogre? Or a giant? Or a Phoenix?” Reader asked.

The goddess smirked. She flicked her fingers.

Reader felt himself getting slammed by an awesome **** behind him and he was immediately launched head-first into the red swirling pool.

“You biiiiiiiiitch… gurgle…” Reader said as the crimson currents swallowed him whole.

The goddess smiled and petted the side mirror of the white Mitsubishi Fuso truck which had provided the impactful nudge needed for Reader’s unceremonious dunking.

“So reliable,” the goddess said as she planted a kiss against the truck’s doorframe.