The Human Saint Is Bored, So I Was Summoned To Another World

I can still remember it, back from that time when I 'died'…

"…"

When I opened my eyes, the scene right before me is of murky gray. My hand quickly went to my neck, since I knew it was slashed by that suspicious man. He really timed the attack when I exited the tournament battle site; otherwise, the substitution doll would have absorbed the damage on my neck, thus, protecting me.

Well, my neck wound was already gone.

The Human Saint, Maddie, wasted no time teleporting into my location and tried to heal my wound. But according to the Beastman Saint, Ruro, my injury is deep enough that I was to die…no matter how much magic Maddie poured into her hand to heal me.

Ugh…I really don't get it. Maddie would've healed me, since her God-given power is healing. Why it isn't effective during that time?

Anyway, so I died. To be honest, I don't think the place where I went is heaven. For one, it's kind of grey, and sad. Though, yes, I could tell that I died, since I can only feel light and pleasant.

I guess that's the effect if you're already a spirit? I don't know; I haven't met anyone who went back to life before…

A few moments into the place, I noticed a change in the murky grey patterns. It began to slowly disappear, and the entire scenery was replaced by a white room. And even my clothes changed from my old, Earth-style ones, to that of pure white pants and shirt. Turning around, I saw a brown table and chair behind me. I don't know when it was put up there, nor did I see anyone do it.

But well, I could tell that it was there for me to sit upon. So yeah, I took up on the offer and did just that.

"!!!"

I almost jumped from my seat when I heard and felt someone behind me. I quickly turned around and saw an old man standing right beside my chair. Honestly, I don't know what to say. This fellow not only surprised me; I'm also getting the feel that this person is someone like a—

"Yes, I'm a god." he never let me finished my thoughts.

"Oh…"

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The old man who call himself 'God' took out a chair from nowhere and sat in front of me. He then asked me if I'd like tea or coffee; my mind was kind of having difficulty in comprehending the events as it unfold so I refused his offer. However, God only smiled and procured a cup of coffee and a small plate of cookies which he gave to me anyway.

"Thanks…uh…"

"Just call me 'God'. There's no need for grand words whenever I'm around; I prefer to keep it simple." he winked at me as he sipped his coffee. Then, he pulled out a chess board from under the table.

Seriously, where is He pulling those things from?

"By the way, would you be so kind as to oblige this old god to a friendly game of chess?" God asked me with a friendly smile on His face.

"Honestly, I know how to move those pieces but I'm not a great player." I admitted to Him.

"Doesn't matter." He replied as He set up the board with all of its pieces. "We'll play as we go along with the questions in your head." God then finished putting the chess pieces together and asked me, "White or black?"

"I prefer black, Lord."

"Ah yes, always the one who reacts…that's really you, Kuro."

I pretended not to hear that. In the first place, I don't know what He actually meant by that, and I'm shy to ask as well…

God then put forward a pawn as an opening move, that one from the front of His queen. A queen's gambit, huh? I quickly replied with a black pawn opposite the piece He had just moved.

And then, I took the time to ask, "So, uh, God?"

"Hmm?"

"Why am I here?"

"You died."

"Of course."

"And that's how your fate should be. I mean, your life is only up to this time, even on Earth."

"Oh…"

"That's why, to answer the question in your mind before, the Human Saint of Chersea was unable to heal you. Back on Earth, you would've died from a combination of stress and exhaustion. But since you're here, you were killed."

"Of course, they're only 'saints' and not full-fledged gods after all. And one of the limitations of the Human Saint, and the others as well, is that they have no complete control over you. You're someone from another god's territory, summoned over to Chersea—which is under the jurisdiction of the 'Saints'."

"Is that so?" Well, I think I'm satisfied with God's explanation.

We kept on moving our chess pieces against each other, eventually making up formations in which each piece would support the other, and vice-versa. Our chessboard became a huge battlefield full of soldiers waiting in their positions. No one tried to capture an enemy; we just set up good spots to threaten the other side.

And then, I asked God once again. "God, may I put up another question?"

"Go ahead. It's not like our time is limited, you know."

"Well, where is this? I'm sure it's not purgatory nor heaven nor hell…"

"Of course, it isn't. This is a place where we wait for your transport back to the mortal realm. All because someone personally requested you back."

"Oh?"

"Yep. She doesn't want you dead, and went to me to plead for your life."

"Yes. That girl relies on you more than she thinks she is." God explained. "So, she came to me requesting that I bring your soul back to your mortal body. Not that it's difficult to me, but she really went that far even though there's someone back in Chersea who also has the power to resurrect the dead."

"There is?"

God nodded and explained further, "The Human Saint knows this fact as well, but she decided to appeal directly to me instead. So yes, you'll live again. This will be your second life."

"Will that be alright to You, God?"

"Why not?"

"Well…honestly, I don't think I did something that is worthy of being granted another chance at life."

"Nah, you're fine. Every mortal that I know has sinned anyway, and personally, I also want you alive as well." God chuckled. "Besides, it's not like I have jurisdiction over Chersea. I mean, I'm the high king of the gods, but we have an agreement not to meddle with each other's world. I'm only to watch over and make sure everything goes right as it should be."

"Uh…t-thanks, I guess…"

"Right…" God took another sip of his coffee. "And by the way, even though your life back on Earth is a normal, uneventful one, I think you'll be a great help to Chersea in its great time of need."

"Hmm? Well, I could easily give you those…but, as I've said before, I'm only an overseer. Doing so would be meddling on my part; and I have meddled enough by bringing you back to life due to the Human Saint's request. I can't keep on breaking my own words, see?"

"I understand…" Well, I'm a bit disappointed. But I guess, I have to live with that.

God then gave me a reassuring smile, "Don't be dismayed too much, my child. Didn't the Black Saint tell you about your own abilities before?"

"Well, yes." I explained, half-sulking. "But I don't think that mere words can always be of use every time, especially in wars or fights."

"Indeed, you are right. If you use it directly to stop a war, it would be ineffective."

"So why do you say that can I be of use to Chersea when I'm all powerless?"

God then began to move His chess pieces on the offensive, "You really underestimate yourself, Kuro. Though useless in direct confrontations, mere words can be powerful enough to alter the course of a war indirectly, more so if you combine it with sound decision. Those are the abilities that you possess, my child."

"Hmm? Alter the course of war—" I wanted to ask Him what He meant by that, but since He captured a pawn from my side, I proceeded to capture His own pawn and thus, I was distracted.

God then countered my move with the powerful combination of knights and queen of His, completely isolating and trapping my own queen. "If you're wondering what I mean, take a look at this situation."

"That's one point. However, there's even more to this. Let's say, for example, this board is the realm of Chersea, and your pieces are the various kingdoms and principalities of that land. And opposite yours, is my pieces, which is the enemy."

"Enemy…"

"And your queen, let's say, is the greatest hope of those kingdoms and principalities could field against this enemy."

"Uhh…but it's isolated already. I can't move my queen without getting it sacrificed."

"Precisely."

"Wha—"

"Hmm…seems like you're having a difficulty in understanding my words…maybe I'll break a bit more of the gods' agreement this time. Please don't tell anyone about this." God smiled mischievously, going on moving a knight of his against my king, since my queen was unable to move anymore.

"…" I watched helplessly as He proceeded to 'check' me.

"You see, the enemy is moving to isolate and trap the 'queen', all the while going for the ultimate prize. It's only a matter of time before they succeed." God explained as He went after my king, which I continuously moved to evade being checkmated. "And you can't keep running away forever; for there might come a time when you have to take a stand, or you'll lose everything in a simple swipe."

"Huh?! Wait—" I was again distracted. Though He kept on checkmating my king, I finally saw an opportunity and countered His relentless attacks, effectively checking His own king. In the process, I finally managed to free my queen from being captured and bring her back into the fight.

"Good move, Kuro." He praised me. "I think you'll do fine as Chersea is about to face its greatest crisis ever since the last human-demon war."

But instead of glossing over His words, I asked, "Will there be another human-demon war in Chersea?"

"Ah, sorry. That's all I could tell you." God was visibly amused by my counter-attack, and quickly moved His king to safety. "Anymore so would be meddling on my part."

"I understand, Lord. Sorry for asking too much." Well, He has His own circ.u.mstances, so I won't press Him any further.

"It's alright, my son." God then took another sip of his coffee before going back to the game, "Anyway, this game is starting to heat up! Care to make your next move, Kuro?"