Psyco in Ancient World
Copyright© 2026 by K.W
Chapter 1. Reincarnation
Abandon all hope, ye who enter this gate.
The Soul Reaper Belteruk was bored.
It wasn’t that he had nothing to do—there was more work than he could handle. Even now, tasks were piled up like a mountain. He was merely indulging in a brief moment of leisure.
The primary duty of Soul Reapers was to collect the souls of those whose lifespans had ended.
Finding the dead, the dying, or those who must die, and severing the tether of the soul—that was their job.
He didn’t particularly dislike the work. It was simply the monotony of doing the same thing every day that bored him. Gods weren’t fundamentally different from humans. They felt most of the same emotions humans did. The only difference was that, depending on their duties, they might be unable to feel certain emotions, or feel others far more intensely.
The unique creator god or a perfect god that humans imagined?
That didn’t exist. Or perhaps it did in some world somewhere. But at least as far as Belteruk knew, no such being existed in this universe.
The difference between humans and gods—at least in Belteruk’s understanding—was merely lifespan and occupation. If one had to add something else, perhaps a difference in strength.
Even that wasn’t absolute. Occasionally, among humans, some trained to the point of encroaching upon the realm of the gods. Their lifespans could be enormous, and their power could rival that of deities. Collecting the souls of such beings wasn’t easy for Soul Reapers.
Generally, when that happened, the reapers would be plagued with headaches. In extreme cases, the entire underworld would be put on emergency alert.
‘Me?’
Belteruk shook his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts.
Like that motion, he was an exception. If only he could get rid of this eternal, snowfield-like boredom, he would actually welcome such incidents happening en masse.
But such events occurred once every tens of thousands of years, if at all.
‘Nothing like that will happen today either.’
As always, Belteruk took out the Reaper’s Register. The moment he faced the sea of text, a yawn spilled out. It really was unbearably dull.
Creeeak—
Still, he couldn’t neglect his duties as a Soul Reaper. Being annihilated for dereliction of duty would be far too absurd. Yawning widely, he stood up from his chair and glanced over the very top entry in the register.
3789028376.
The first reaper number. Today’s first customer.
Since he had previously collected a soul from the 110th-dimensional world, this one would definitely be from the 111th. Cycling through dimensions in order was a long-standing rule among Soul Reapers, taught by their predecessors to prevent them from being tainted by lingering too long in one dimension.
Ignoring the dimensional number, he checked the entry once more.
3789028376.
Belteruk stored the register in a divine subspace and pulled out his reaper-exclusive terminal. Made of black crystal, the palm-sized device was a powerful tool capable of connecting to countless dimensions.
Beep-beep—