My Angel Is Out of Their Mind

Dying is already a failure. Waking up in front of an overly pleased angel who offers you to choose a new class is a very bad idea. — ANGEL, I’M ABOUT TO BECOME A PANCAKE!!! — Oh? Did you even read the terms and conditions? — WHO EVEN READS THE TERMS?! — Well, there you go. I was supposed to become a great hero, a mage, or at least someone reasonable. Instead, I got these options: "Drunken Prophet" (your predictions are accurate… but only after a liter of alcohol). "Lord of Pigeons" (battle pigeons. Yes, exactly.). "Dock Worker" (stable job, stress-free, but WHY?!). I refused and tried to create my own class. And guess what happened? ERROR 404: CLASS NOT FOUND. — What’s that sound? Why is everything flashing red?! — Oh… looks like your choice broke reality a little bit. — WHAT THE HELL?! Now the world is glitching, the angel is laughing, and I’m falling from the sky into the unknown. And this is just the beginning.