Chapter 145: Consultation 141.2

Consultation 141.2

Slam!

The door flung open wide and my face immediately turned sour as my eyes landed on an indiscernible figure. Lower Gods like me couldn’t make out the figures of Supreme Gods.

“Hello, God of Shitty Life Counseling for Defective Washed Up Waifus. It looks like we meet again.”

“Haha… fancy seeing you here… God of Shitty Taxation.” Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I was stared down by the one God that struck fear into even Author.

“Haha… well, I should probably take my leave now. It looks like you two have some things to discuss together.”

You traitor! Don’t you dare run away!

Alas, it was too late, Author disappeared faster than a politician caught red-handed in front of the press.

“Uh… God of Shitty Taxation, look, we can talk about this, can’t we?”

“Hmmm? That’s a nice desk you’ve got there.” The God of Shitty Taxation mused to himself.

“Huh? Uh… yeah…” I looked around the room. My desk was quite literally the only thing that could be taken in my office. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t.

“About how much did it cost you?”

I bent over my desk and gripped the edge of it.

“Please! This is the only thing I have left! You can’t take this from me! Please leave my desk! You can have anything but my desk! I need this to work!” 

“Hmm, what about the chairs then?”

“T-That’s a bit…”

“Tch, just sit on the ground for your consultations, I’m sure your clients wouldn’t mind.”

“No way! At least in front of my clients I don’t want to be looked at like I’m pitiful!” I hadn’t done a very good job of that, but still. My desk and two chairs were the last bit of pride I had.

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“It’s a shame.”

“What is?” I asked warily.

The God of Shitty Taxation let out an even grin and said, “It’s not enough to cover what you owe in taxes. It seems you’ll need to do some... time.”

“Some… time… you couldn’t possibly mean…”

The God of Shitty Taxation approached closer. He placed his hand on my desk and it disappeared. It’d been converted into Godcoin. 

“Please at least spare my chairs! My chairs haven’t done anything wrong! They’re innocent!” With my desk gone, I hugged my chairs like they were my babies.

The God of Taxation let out a warm smile and said, “unfortunately, even with your chairs you’re still owing.”

“Then you’ll spare the-”

His hand appeared on them and they too disappeared before my eyes.

With the chair beneath me gone, I fell backward, the world as if in slow motion. I looked on at where my chairs once were with traumatic eyes and extended a hand out into the space it once occupied.

Gone.

They were gone.

Converted into Godcoin.

“Noooooooooooo!” I cried out dramatically right before my body hit the ground.

The last thing I saw was a cold, absolute zero, chilling smile.

“Don’t do the crime if you don’t want to do the time.”

Before I knew it, the world around me had faded to black.

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