If someone is digging your grave, don’t interfere—they’ll dig it out, and then you’ll have a pool. So goes an old wisdom. That’s how it was with me: the god of reincarnators, angry, tossed me into the body of an ordinary mage on Earth. My vacation is coming to an end and I’m about to return to Olympus, back to my homely hearth. But something is wrong. Olympus is closed, and the gods scattered from it across different worlds that occasionally collide with each other. What is this Dzen thinking about? I’m the god Random—and these are my vacation days.