I was too relieved my gambit had worked and that I had finally reached the local administrator to reply immediately.“Right in the middle of one of my Sheowon settlements,” the massive goddess muttered, her many arms clipping through each other as they shifted positions. “How did it even—is that a boat?”When I first contacted the admin as Tovar, he hadn’t immediately clocked me as a reincarnator. It wasn’t until after I contacted him, seeking my magical revelation, that he clued in to my existence. It was something I had noticed, but assumed it was due to the fact that I was almost indistinguishable from a new soul at the time.This life, I wasn’t an entirely fresh-faced soul with no skills and stat points, though ignoring my age, I still fell within a plausible “normal” range for this world. But I had tried to contact the local admin when I was a kid, praying despite a lack of gods, and couldn’t make a connection.Time didn’t move the same way in the metaversal borderlands as it did in reality, which is why I wasn’t currently worried about my body. If this goddess hasn’t stopped time from passing when I first got here, she surely had now, to examine what she could about my surprise appearance. Given my conversations with the last admin, I was fairly certain that administrators could only move forward in time, albeit at whatever rate they wanted.Overseeing nigh-infinite time was surely a grind, though, and while administrators were decidedly more than something like myself, they weren’t entirely incomprehensible deities. They did seem to have a limited focus, albeit one that was incredibly impressive.It was possible there were administrators who looked over their entire universe at each and every microsecond, tracking every change obsessively. But, more likely than not, most admins allowed time to pass while just checking in with points of interest, like prayer sites and major events. They weren’t (...)