I have many names, but no true name. I am only a shadow from the other shore.
My job is to accept contracts from others and serve them in exchange for equivalent compensation. Most of the time, I take out troublesome opponents for them, then help those in desperate need fulfill their wishes. Other than that, I read books. Learning new stories about this universe is one of my few interests.
If you ask what my specialty is, that’s hard to say. Not because I’m bad at anything, but because I’m good at far too many things.
If I had to name what stands out most, it would probably be my various attributes, which exceed the limits of measurable values and are completely impossible to quantify.
By all rights, this perfectly ordinary life of mine should have continued smoothly.
...But why have the contracts being submitted lately gotten so strange?
Sitting atop a heap of the remains of countless alien gods, humanity’s final calamities, final trials, and evils of this world, I looked at the pile of lifelong employment contracts, love letters, and lifelong companionship agreements written in all kinds of languages. Then there was the marriage application that some extremely annoying white-haired mage kept waving in front of me.
Looking at the hopeful expression on her face, as if silently pleading, “Sign it,” the nameless man fell into troubled contemplation.
