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Outside Maple Dye Pavilion.

The blazing sun hung high overhead.

"Huff... huff..."

Rakshasa God felt like she was the most miserable god in the world.

She was a dignified first-class deity, once the being who governed all evil thoughts in the world.

Yet now, she was carrying a battered iron shovel and doing the lowest kind of hard labor in the mortal world.

Looking at the huge pits gouged out by the Angel Holy Sword, then at the "workload" she had filled in by less than a tenth, Rakshasa God felt that her life as a god was nothing but darkness.

How long was this going to take?!

Why did all the dirty, exhausting work fall to her? While that idiot angel got to enjoy herself inside?

She had been punished because of that woman in the first place.

They had to switch shifts! They absolutely had to switch shifts!

With that thought, Rakshasa God cleared her throat in the spiritual world and began calling for her roommate.

"Hey, idiot angel, come out and take over!"

The spiritual world was deathly silent.

Hm?

Rakshasa God frowned, sensing that something was off.

This wasn't normal.

From past experience, whenever she called her "idiot," that woman would immediately jump out and trade insults with her for three hundred rounds.

Why was there no response today?

"Angel?"

Rakshasa God called out again.

There was still no answer, as if the other woman's divine soul had gone offline.

"Angel God?"

Still nothing.

Rakshasa God stopped working, jabbed the shovel into the ground, and put her hands on her hips.

She seemed to have realized something.

Ever since that mess with the Sea God this morning, after their boss had punished them by sending them out to repair the road—

Her roommate, who was usually