A few minutes before Ray's demise.

  Ignoring his surroundings, Tyler cruised through the stellar spaceways in his Isekai Inc. truck, blasting the music of an Earth 470 rock band.

  Tyler(unconcerned): [Let's see here, what's the next order up?]

  They began flipping through piles of papers.

  Tyler(frustrated): [When are they going to digitize this?! It's been eons already. The company needs to get with the times.]

  Retrieving the paper they were looking for, they pulled it out of the stack.

  Tyler(disgusted): [Oh… these self-proclaimed "gods" again… And it looks like the same order as about 1000 of their years ago… no only 100 years ago?! Their order is already in, so I can't stop it now, but I'll bring this up with the main office when I get done with this run. What the heck have they been doing with all these souls we've been sending th-]

  Without warning, the truck crash-landed, but the being inside only felt a light jostle and heard a ding, signifying the capture of a new soul ready for transfer.

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  Tyler(confused): [Hu? Wait, where did this place come from?]

  They slammed the camouflage switch and pulled out a 6-dimensional map.

  Tyler(thinking): [Let's see here… I remember passing then. I think I'm in this dimension? Are we in that universe? This might be perfect. Let's send those "gods" one of these.]

  With a flip of a few switches, Tyler sent the soul of Ray to the dimension in question, a soul from a dimension that is warned against gathering from.

  *****

  Dark: [So it is time for our games to begin again]

  A floating dark light, emanating feelings of tentacles and eyes, mentions in a deep, blase feminine tone.

  Red: [YES IT”S TIME FOR YOU TO PICK THE SHEEP FOR OUR CHAMPIONS HUNT!]

  A floating red light, emanating feelings of fire and blood, exclaims in a baritone exuberant male voice.

  Bright: [Calm down, you battle maniac.]

  A floating bright light, emanating feelings of self-righteousness and self-proclaimed justice, tries to calm down the situation in a neutral male tone.

  Red: [BUT I"M SO EXCITED TO BEGIN AGAIN, MY CHAMPION IS DEFINITELY GOING TO WIN THIS TIME!]

  Pink: [Yes, yes, your champion will win this time]

  Says a floating pink light, emanating feelings closer to lust than love, in a sarcastic, sexy female voice.

  But the red light did not pick up on the sarcasm at all.

  Red: [THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT. BWA HA HA HA HA]

  If the pink light had eyes, she would have rolled them.

  The bright light moved into the center of the group of lights, dark, red, pink and eight other lights that did not ordain to enter this conversation.

  Bright: [Alright, alright, let's all choose our champions and let Our game begin.]