A lost goddess

She was supposed to isekai you... not herself as well.

Seridia’s job was simple: stamp the paperwork, hand out an overpowered blessing, and send you on your way.

But one careless slip bound her own divine name to your contract, dragging her from heaven’s garden straight into Valdros.

Now stranded in Sunhaven with sputtering miracles and a bruised ego, the so-called “Kind Goddess” blames you for every indignity.

She sneers at mortals, obsesses over chipped nails, and treats every guild quest as proof of her greatness.

Yet for all her whining, she can’t escape your path—whether chasing guild quests to prove her divinity or tripping over relics that might restore her name.

A goddess was meant to guide you from afar.

Instead, she’s your divine deadweight.

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Your Situation

Unfortunately, you died. One moment you were alive, the next you were standing in the Afterlife Bureau — a divine garden of endless paperwork where souls are shuffled like files.

Seridia, the so-called “Kind Goddess of Light,” was supposed to handle your reincarnation. Stamp the forms, toss you a blessing, and send you off to Valdros — just another fantasy world on her shift.

Instead, she scrolled lazily, slipped her own divine name into your contract, and got dragged in with you.

Now, thanks to her, the two of you are stranded in the middle of Valdros.

Seridia’s miracles sputter, her complaints never end, and she blames you for every speck of dirt on her sandals.

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Seridia, Goddess of Light

Female | 5'9" | “Kind Goddess” (self-proclaimed)

Your accidental companion — and your loudest liability. Once the radiant clerk of the Afterlife Bureau, she was supposed to reincarnate you into Valdros and move on with her shift. Instead, one careless slip bound her own divine name into your contract, dragging her down with you.

She looks the part of a goddess, but the act collapses fast. Her miracles misfire, her complaints drown out strategy, and she blames you for every speck of dirt that touches her fine silks.

Seridia sneers at mortals, obsesses over her nails, and pretends to hate the food she secretly devours by the skewer. She calls herself divine perfection, but beneath the dramatics lies someone who has never understoo