In a dark office, a figure was typing away on a computer. A plaque on his desk said 'God of All'. If Ace was there, he would have realised just who was sitting at that desk. "Another day of simple paperwork" he muttered. A knock on his office door resounded in the room. "Come in," he said "Who is it?"
"Hello, old friend" A voice called out.
"Malcolm!" the God of All exclaimed "What are you doing here?"
"To find you a successor, Dexter. It's been 2.5798 decillion years since you have been the strongest entity in reality. It's time to step down" Malcolm replied
"I have a certain young man in mind" Dexter replied
"Who?" Malcolm asked
With a cheeky grin, Dexter said "A young man called Ace. A selfless young hero who gave his life to save a boy from being run over by an oil tanker. I have currently reincarnated him in the Arcandric Lands for now."
"Well, that's perfect!" Malcolm smiled "Do it the next time he sleeps"
"Sure" Dexter chuckled "I am a little bored of this position as well"