“And I want the one with the speed-focused stats, Bro,” I added.


    Osiris huffed. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait.”


    I then turned my head to Anja. “I hope you don’t mind waiting for me a little longer.”


    “No problem,” Anja replied in a cheerful tone. “As long as I can see Elise carry out missions again after this.”


    “Oh, this time, Elise won’t be the only one doing the mission.” I put on a faint smile. Maybe this is the equivalent of watching a show on television for Anja.


    This time Osiris needed less time than before. Part of the fog came at me, revealing the silhouette of a person who then came out.


    I frowned. “I told you I needed a female candidate.”


    “Who said it was a man?” Osiris chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll like her.”


    “What is that person wearing?” Anja raised an eyebrow.


    The figure was not too tall, maybe only 5.2 feet, wearing a light green full-face helmet and an orange racing suit. There are many sponsor logos on that outfit._.


    Maybe because the race suit was not form-fitting, I just realized one thing. The figure’s chest is slightly protruding, though not very visible. Is it because that part was deliberately pressed, or her breasts are small?


    “Hey.” I waved my hand at the figure. “Can you take off your helmet?”


    The figures pointed to themselves, then obeyed my orders. When her helmet came off, I nodded in satisfaction. It turned out that the racer was indeed a woman with a lovely face. It reminded me of Japanese idol singers.


    “Excuse me, where am I?” Smiling kindly, the woman asked while fixing her wavy, slightly messy tiedhair.


    Her slightly hoarse and sighing voice was so sweet to my ears.


    “Wee to the realm of God.” I smiled back, then started to open the attributes tab of that woman.


    [Yua Nakagami]


    Strength: B-


    Dexterity: E


    Agility: A-


    Vitality: B


    Magic: E-


    Skills:


    [Body pocket – Ability to store something on the body without being noticed, even if naked]


    Causes of death:


    [Yua dies in a terrible ident during a car race on the circuit]


    I see. She is a race driver who definitely likes speed, so her agility is high. A racer must also have a good physique. She constantly experiences strong gravitational forces in racing due to cornering at high speeds. Not to mention the long duration of the race, her stamina must be good. Well, even if ites at a cost. Her Dexterity and Magic stats are poop.


    What was different from before was that she had gotten a skill this time. Maybe because she is my second servant? And what’s with this ridiculous skill?


    “Sir?” Yua waved her hand at me and widened her smile.


    “Oh, I’m sorry.” I closed the attribute tab. Honestly, if I got a cute smile like that in real life, I’d be blushing.


    “You’re satisfied, right?” Osiris sighed. “I’m leaving.”


    “Yeah, thanks, Osiris.” I gave a thumbs up.


    Yua looked up but showed no surprise at all. “May I ask you a question, sir? Am I dreaming, or am I already in the afterlife?”


    I raised my eyebrows. “You can already guess what happened, but why do you seem so calm?”


    The woman smiled again. “Well, if it’s true that I died, then I died doing what I love. And if this ce is an afterlife, I don’t think it’s too bad.”


    “I see, although this ce is a bit boring.” I chuckled. “Well, sadly, it’s true that you are dead. However, that doesn’t mean you’re done. You can still do useful things for your fellow human beings. You will carry out various missions in the new world.”


    “Various missions? The new world?” Yua blinked her eyes. “Likes…. Isekai anime? Do you know isekai?”


    “Well, it’s more or less like that.” I shrugged. “And sorry, you have no other choice. You must carry out my orders.”


    “Your words are too cold, sir.” Anja snorted.


    Yua couldn’t help butugh awkwardly. Maybe she was confused about what to answer.


    However, I want to condition this woman so that she is immediately ready to carry out the mission. There’s no point in sugar-coating this.


    “Can I borrow your helmet?” I stretched out my hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll return it. I’m going to do something that might vanish your helmet if you’re still holding it. I know this sounds strange, but you are already in the realm of God. Anything can happen.”


    At the very least, she could lessen her longing for her original ce by keeping the helmet. So, she will not be distracted in carrying out the mission. People like her must have a great passion for their profession.


    “Err…. Okay….” Despite looking doubtful, the woman handed her helmet to me.


    I opened the essories tab and went to the light clothing section. Without thinking too much, I chose a dark blue ninja outfit. And for the weapon, I chose a small sword simr to a katana. Yes, I did that essory change just to get the weapon. I’m broke right now.


    Yua’s clothes gave off a blinding light. The woman was astonished but not as panicked as Elise used to be. Not long after, the racing suit changed into a ninja suit that covered Yua from shoulder to feet.


    That woman touched the short sword that was behind her waist. “This…”


    My mouth gapes wide. Not because Yua’s actual clothes were boring, but because of the woman’s body shape. She had a slim waist and thick hips, but what stood out the most was her chest, which seemed to have increased in size many times over. Before this, maybe she wore a bra that deliberately pressed her two beautiful assets.


    “Sir.” Yua covered her chest but kept a smile on her face. “So, I’m a ninja, huh?”


    I shook my head to wake myself up. Not answering the woman right away, I turned to Anja, taking the cloth Frei had given me and a piece of paper from my hands. “I ask you to help me ce an order to the goddess of clothing using this cloth. The design is on this paper. The goddess of clothing is free to take some of that cloth for payment.”


    Anja’s chin immediately dropped as she received the items. “I can’t see Elise on a mission now?”


    “Maybe next time.” I brought up another set of clothes in my hand. “And wake up Elise, tell her to change into these clothes. You take her battle outfit to the God of smithing for repair.”


    “Then, the money for repairs?” Anja looks annoyed.


    I cleared my throat. “You still want to watch the missions of my servants, right? Just add it to my debt log.”