《What do you want from me? I'm just a god!》 Chapter 1 Pilot Where am I? Everything around me is pure darkness, not a single speck of light can be seen. I am not even sure if my eyes are open or close. It feel like I am falling but at the same time standing on a hard surface. Kind of a weird feeling, really. What is this place? How did I get here? Who am I? I try to reach out and feeling my surrounding but there are only nothingness. I keep trying to reaching and moving around my surrounding. This is a pain. Where are the light switches? Would something die if I get some light around here? Come on! Give me some light! As I thought that, everything around me start to change. The whole space light up in a blink of an eye. From pure darkness where I can¡¯t see my own hands to the white space of infinite horizon. The sky, the floor, everything is just pure white. I feel like a friend would just show up and pop up to shout ¡®surprise¡¯ anytime now. But nobody came. There are nothing in here. And I mean nothing at all. I don¡¯t even know where the floor end or the sky start. Just like looking at white paint on an endless wall. This starting to give me the creep. What the hell is this place? Why am I even here? And where is the exit? More importantly, who am I? I wish there is a mirror so I can see myself. Silently, a mirror just materialized out of thin air! What the hell?!? Am I being prank? A two meter tall mirror just stood there out of nowhere like it has always been there from the start. I circle round the mirror and it just floating there in the air with no attachment to anything whatsoever. How? Magic? Wait a second. Is this like one of those light novels I read before? Am I being transfer to another world? Then will there be a beautiful goddess welcoming me? I¡¯m personally want her to be the big breast onee-san type but I¡¯m fine with the loli type too. Now show yourselves! I stood there waiting for the goddess that supposed to show up with a big smile saying ¡®Oh hero. My world is in great danger, please help me.¡¯ What feel like an hour passed but no one show up. Is she caught up in the divine traffic or something? She sure is late. Call your manager! I want to have a word with the heaven¡¯s HR! Joke aside, nobody really going to show up? At this point I¡¯m ok with any god, devil or even heaven¡¯s janitor. Please don¡¯t just drop me here and leave me alone. I¡¯m lonely. Alright, if no one is coming then so be it. I turn my attention back to the floating mirror. If they are late then I¡¯ll entertain myself in the meanwhile then. Now let¡¯s see how handsome I am. I¡¯m sure my future harem wife will be head over heels for me. What I saw is beyond my expectation. Forget the fact that I am not a guy, I¡¯m not even a girl or humanoid shape being at all. What I see is just some kind of a mass of plasma. Image something like a 2 mater tall slime monster make out of blue plasma wiggling around, yep that¡¯s me. How did I not notice or even check my hand when they turn on the light? I touch my own reflection in the mirror just to be sure that it¡¯s really is me. Try pulling my own body. Nope, doesn¡¯t hurt. Does that mean this is a dream? But can this body feel pain in the first place? Slime in the stories are usually have pain nullification. Does that also apply? What am I going to do? How do I turn back into human? Am I even human in the first place? So many question keep flooding my confusing non-existing brain. I need to claim down first. Let¡¯s see. What can I do with this body? It sure is stretchy. I feel like I can mold myself, somehow. Let¡¯s go with that. I try image my glob of a hand to be more humanoid hands. Hey, it work! This is kind of fun. Now on to the legs. Hmmm. Not bad, not bad. I feel like my mentality is that of a man so of course I need to be handsome. Let¡¯s add more muscles in the right place. Nice. Those abs and biceps look good. I keep playing around with my modification for a while. Sadly my non-existing brain is not that great at making face so I¡¯ll leave it as a blank mannequin head for now. I don¡¯t know how long I will be here, the only thing I have plenty of is time. I might be able to make a perfect handsome face, someday. Surely, right?Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. Now my problem is the fact that I¡¯m still naked. I¡¯m showing my ¡®asset¡¯ too much which make me feel uncomfortable. I may be a blob of plasma slime but I still have shame, you know? I wish there are cloth for me to wear. I slightly hope that it will magically appeared like the mirror and turn around. It really is there! This is awesome! Talking about classy. The clothes that floating there sure is nice. It is a full set of black suit and red tie together with shiny black shoes and white undershirt. It¡¯s the kind that you normally see in some fancy business man or a super spy movie. The material is nice to the touch too. Now I look like a sci-fi suit rental shop mannequin display. It¡¯s not too bad but I will probably give a few people nightmare if I show up moving in horror movies. What to do now? There¡¯s nothing here. I wonder if I can order some food. Alright. I want a cheeseburger, a large fried and a cup of cola please. Whao! It just appeared like that! Things I want just pop up like someone just add it in in a single video frame. No visual effect, no sound. Just ¡®poof¡¯ like that. That¡¯s convenient. It taste alright, nothing too fancy but not bad either. Let¡¯s try something else. Fried chickens! T-bone steaks! Taco! ¡®¡­bie¡¯ Huh? Did I heard something? Must be my imagination. ¡®¡­ can¡­ me¡­ bie?¡¯ This is annoying. It sound like there¡¯s an old TV static in my ears. Leave me alone, I¡¯m having fun with this online ordering. I wonder if I can ask for a weird food like a whole roasted elephant. ¡®Newbie! Answer me, dammit!¡¯ Whoa? Who was that? That¡¯s scared me. Who are you and where are you? Why do you sound like a middle age white collar worker of a dead end job? ¡®That¡¯s ¡­ oddly specific. Anyways. Hello newbie. Sorry I left you alone for so long. The traffic here is very bad. There was a mass genocide, the whole river Styx and the reincarnation system is going nuts. That cat lady keep blocking the lane saying she¡¯s looking for her cats. What¡¯s with the rage about cat nowadays anyway? I personally prefer dogs. They are¡­¡¯ Wait. There really were traffic jam? I was just only kidding. But seriously can you please stop rambling about the cats and your preference? Who are you? ¡®Right. My name is Jeff and I¡¯m your senior in godhood. I am currently talking to you telepathically since it would take be at least another hour just to get out of this jam. I am supposed to be your mentor until some higher up deem you worthy as a proper god.¡¯ Godhood? You mean I am a god? ¡®Technically you are not yet a god. You are consider a full-fledged god when you have a decent amount of worshipers and have choose your divine authority. You are what we called divine being.¡¯ Divine being, as in angel? ¡®That¡¯s one way to put it. Let¡¯s go with that.¡¯ Alright. What is this divine authority you are talking about? How do I get it? ¡®Divine authority is basically your responsibility. Think of it as a job. You choose your own responsibility which will be representing your power. When your worshipers prey for you corresponding to your divine authority, you may or may not grant them their wishes. In turn, their gratitude to you in any form will become your payment back and increase your divinity. In other word, the more divinity you have, the stronger you become. This is how you move up the ladder and if you want, become one of the main gods.¡¯ Ok. So how do I choose my authority and get my worshipper? ¡®That¡¯s up to you.¡¯ Meaning? ¡®Well¡­ there are many ways to get what you want. I know this one guy who called himself the god of vacation. He split his divinity to descending himself to the mortal world he looking after. Now his divided self is operation the largest touring agency in that world. You can do whatever you want. It¡¯s not like without a proper authority, you can¡¯t use your power. They just get boosted afterward with worshipers¡¯ gratitude. Your worshiper doesn¡¯t even need to be human, just a sentient being is enough. For example, the majority of the god of sea worshipers are mermaids, krakens and sentient aquatic species. That¡¯s¡­ interesting. ¡®Let me warn you though, you can have the same authorities with other gods but do not step onto their boundary. Gods have their own territories that they are operating on. Do not go on to their worlds and try to steal their worshiper with the same or similar authority. They will take it as a challenge and an angry ancient god won¡¯t be playing nice.¡¯ Thank you for the warning. ¡®Is there anything else you want to know?¡¯ Oh right! This might be a bit late but who am I? ¡®You? Nobody.¡¯ Nobody? I mean I have some kind of memories in my head and all. Who am I used to be? ¡®Oh, that. When our big boss create all of us, and I mean the creator by the way. He think it¡¯s a pain to creating new gods to lessen his work for look after countless being of mortals from a blank stage. His hobbies involve creating worlds with different beings and observe them but after a time the number of his creations are getting out of hand. He didn¡¯t want to stop his hobbies so he create us. He want something that ready to work and have fast understanding so he pick out some passing mortals experiences in the reincarnation system and add it to the created being. So don¡¯t worry about it.¡¯ So all my experiences and personality are someone else¡¯s? ¡®Yes and no. Yes, it was someone else¡¯s experience. And no, that personality is truly your own now. It¡¯s like when a child born, they get experience from what other teach them but what they think and like is their own choice. Don¡¯t think too much. After all you are technically just a new born child.¡¯ That¡¯s a bit confusing but I¡¯ll leave it at that. ¡®That¡¯s the spirit! Oh, if you don¡¯t have anything else, I got a date tonight. That Goddess Amelia of sleep is one fine woman, I tell you. I hope we won¡¯t have to use her authority tonight, if you know what I mean. Wish me luck! If you need me, go look for me at the heaven HR. Ask for Jeff, the god of painting. I¡¯ll catch you later.¡¯ Wait! We have HR department? Where the hell is that? I feel like some kind of link got cut and I can¡¯t hear him anymore so he probably already gone. What now? I know I am a god, or close enough. But how do I go about this? Let¡¯ get thing in order then. I am a god. Assuming that those magical food ordering is part of my power, I wonder what else I can do. I¡¯ll leave the part of authority and worshiper to be for later. I don¡¯t even know how to go about it anyway. That self-proclaimed mentor guy call himself Jeff. He doesn¡¯t seem to be a bad guy but not too reliable either. He said we have HR so that must mean we have other department as well as other place apart from this white space I¡¯m in. I want to check that out. Then I realize one problem. I don¡¯t have a name! The person Jeff call big boss seem to be the creator or some being who create other divine being like me. Does that mean I am his son? Whatever. The thing is he¡¯s not here to name me so it¡¯s fine to name myself, right? What should I name myself? Hmmm¡­ Oh, I know! From this day on, I shall be known as ¡­ Aesir Chapter 2 HR Chapter 2 HR Hi! Aesir here. Have you ever wonder what¡¯s it like to be a god? In my opinion, it just like being any other being. Gods are god and humans are humans. If you want the more accurate answer, just ask yourself this; what¡¯s it like to be a human? We are just being ourselves. Nothing more, nothing less. ------------------------------------ It¡¯s a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing. Flowers are blooming. On days like this, god like me should get my adventure starting! Alright, I lie. There are no birds nor flowers, not even the sky. I¡¯m still stuck in my infinite white space with only a floating mirror and a tiny mountain of food. I don¡¯t know the way out. Being a newborn god have it ups and downs. The good thing is that everything seem new and interesting. The bad thing is you stuck in your birthplace like an unborn chick. I try walking in a straight line away from the mirror. It didn¡¯t work. Funny things, really. I feel like I walked away for about 10 minutes before turning around just to see that the mirror is still only 5 meters away. Walk for another 10 minutes and turn around; the mirror is still at 5 meters. I tried to be smart by walking backward. No matter how fast or slow I go, the mirror and the food remain the same distant. So I walk back to them and it work this time. What kind of sorcery is this? Let¡¯s think again. I¡¯m a god. I should have power for this. How do I get out of here? I wish my ¡®mentor¡¯ would have taught me the basic on how to be a god or how to use my power properly. I hope he get kick by a horse. For crying out loud, at least give me a manual please. *plop* ¡­ A book pop out in front of me. The title said, ¡®Newborn¡¯s power for dummies. Simple step to use your power even an idiot can follow¡¯. My plasma pressure is raising a little. I wonder what kind of person wrote a book like this so I flip it around and turning speechless. It said ¡®written by Jeff, The handsome god of Art and Painting.¡¯ Alright. If a horse won¡¯t kick you, I will gladly do it then. I silently sigh to myself and open the book. At least the inside look decent. It explain that the basic to use my power is imagination. Create a clear image of what you want to happen and try to command the reality to follow your command. He explain that there are something he named it as ¡®particles¡¯ in the surrounding everywhere. By sending your command to them, they will do your bidding. He does get into some in-depth theories and explanation but it¡¯s too complicated so I¡¯ll omitted them. Basically you command those particles to take shape and effect yourself or the surrounding. There are 3 reasons you may fail to use power. First is that your command or image is not clear enough. Second is your divinity is too low to command a larger amount of particles. And the third is when another god with much higher divinity overwrite your command, either to change or cancel your command. This is one of the reason why many gods with high divinity are to be feared. Seem interesting enough. I will try it out then. Talking about getting out of somewhere, the basic is a door, right? I try imaging a big door. It¡¯s heaven here so of course the color should be white and gold. Somehow, this concept do remind me of a certain blue robot cat¡¯s magical door. Please connect to HR. Please connect to HR. Please connect to HR. Now, OPEN SESAME! Golden light beams shooting out of the door gaps before it swing open with a loud boom. Golden dust flowing out everywhere. I may or may not have added too much special effects and will rethink on that. More importantly, it work! What I see beyond the door is vastly different from my own white space. There are many waiting chairs and what seem to be service counters. The whole room is decorated in white and green and oddly look like your average office front from my implanted memories. However, what seem to get most of my attentions are the ¡®people¡¯ inside. I know they supposed to be other gods and as a plasma mannequin myself, I probably shouldn¡¯t be saying this but they aren¡¯t what you can really call people. Some of them are humanoid shape like a normal human or elf from stories but the others are very ¡­ I would say, creative in their character creation.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. That man by the counter is an eagle face gold fish swimming in his floating sphere fish bowl. By his side is a bipedal cat who keep looking dangerously into the bowl. He should try to hide his dripping saliva. Are they friend? Can they even be friend? There are also other interesting gods like the ice sculpture man and the walking rose flower. I keep looking left and right, not knowing what to do until I made eye contact with that floating gold fish. He seem surprised at first but then his eagle beak turn into a smile (or what I think is a smile). His whole fish bowl float toward me follow by that bipedal cat. ¡°Hi. Never seen you here before. Newborn?¡± The gold fish greet me with a smile. How is he speaking with a beak? His voice even sound so deep. Yes. I¡¯m a newborn god. First time here. ¡°Boy. You got to learn to speak. Using telepath every time is tiring.¡± Oh right. Even since I was born, I haven¡¯t speak a single word before. To be more accurate, I don¡¯t even have a mouth. I try splitting a slit on my mannequin face where the mouth should be. That should do the trick. ¡°aa¡­ ah¡­ oh¡­.¡± I testing out my newly created mouth. It seem working fine so now I should be able to talk. ¡°Hello senior. I¡¯m a newborn god. My name is Aesir.¡± I try to start off being polite but something I said seem to make this fish surprised. ¡°You name yourself? Already?¡± ¡°Um, yes. Is something wrong?¡± ¡°Boy. Nothing¡¯s wrong but normally it¡¯s easier to use a name your worshipers call you than let them know your name. Many newborn do this.¡± ¡°Oh I see. By the way, who are you?¡± ¡°I am Ooga of the river and that cat god there is Slit¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t mind him. He doesn¡¯t talk much. What are you doing here today, boy?¡± ¡°I was just born and my ¡®mentor¡¯ has ran off to his date so I¡¯m checking out what he call the HR.¡± ¡°Seriously? Bad luck for you, boy. Follow me I¡¯ll take you to the official¡± I follow the floating bowl to one of the counter. Ooga using his bowl to knock on the counter to waking up the lady behind the counter. ¡°Get up, Amelia. Work.¡± Amelia? As in the Amelia the goddess of sleep that Jeff talking about? Could there be gods with the same name? I look at Amelia who¡¯s slowly getting up from the counter. If she is the same person that Jeff mention then he wasn¡¯t lying. She have healthy brown skin, curvy shape, no access fat, plentiful chest, long glossy beautiful hair, and ¡­ a horse face? Not the horse face like ugly person but a literally horse head? I was stunned by the sight. I¡¯m sorry Jeff. When I said I hope you get kick by a horse, I didn¡¯t really mean it. Judging by how she is here, if they are the same person I don¡¯t think Jeff had a successful date. ¡°How can I help you?¡± Amelia said, half awaked. ¡°This might be a strange question but do you happen to know the god of painting, Jeff?¡± ¡°The annoying one? Yes.¡± She¡¯s the same person! I do feel bad for you, Jeff. ¡°Please get to the point, I¡¯m tired.¡± ¡°Yes. Sorry. I¡¯m Aesir and I¡¯m a newborn god. What do we do here?¡± ¡°You choose your ¡­ bed¡­¡± Amelia keep falling back to sleep. Luckily Ooga is there to wake her up. ¡°Boy, this is where you are designated to a world where you will be establish your worshiper base.¡± ¡°Base?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. There are so many gods and goddess. It will be a total chaos if they can go to any worlds they want without supervised. Gods with certain position who want to move higher to be main gods of a certain authorities will have a duty, at least once, to manage and record which god go where for the creator. Amelia is one of them.¡± ¡°Amelia, you want to be a higher god?¡± I ask her since she doesn¡¯t seem to be the type of person who want power. ¡°Um. Higher. Good. Long sleep time. No one annoyed.¡± ¡°What would it be then, boy? What type of world do you want to visit? A Civilized one with many other gods, the world of your mentor, or a new but empty one without other gods?¡± I can choose to that extend? I thought they will choose for me or something along those line. Um. Which will be good? The world of my mentor is supposedly to be the safest choice. But Jeff doesn¡¯t seem to be that reliable at all and I don¡¯t feel like I want to work with him. A civilized world with many sentient being is not too bad to gain follower. However, with many gods that already have firm believer base there, I don¡¯t think a newborn god like me can compete at all. Which leave me to the last choice, an empty one. Even if the potential for my follower will be low, I don¡¯t have to be in conflict with other gods just yet. What¡¯s the worst that could happen? ¡°I¡¯ll take the empty one please.¡± Amelia write something down in midair. Trails of golden light follow her finger tips to create some sort of unknown language before disappeared. Then she pass me a small glob the size of my palm. The inside take the shape of a small planet floating in a dark space like the one I saw from NASA documentary. ¡°Excuse me, is this the whole world?¡± I asked while holding the glob nervously. The whole planet won¡¯t blow up just because I drop this, right? ¡°That¡¯s the coordinated to D-248. That glob is not the actual planet but a compass pointing there¡± So this is just a pointer to the planet I have to go to? Phew. Scared me for a second there. Just like how I got to the HR, I¡¯ll probably have use this with my transporting door magic to get to that this D-248 planet. Why is it called D-248 anyway? Lazy naming sense? ¡°D-248?¡± ¡°New place. No name. Use code to identify.¡± Amelia answered me with her eyes almost close. ¡°The planet itself will be name by the resident. When many being on the planet acknowledge the name is high enough, the planet then shall be known as such.¡± Ooga clear Amelia¡¯s answer for me. ¡°Boy, you better get going. A god with no divinity is no god. Good luck on your journey.¡± ¡°Alright. Good bye Amelia, Slit. Thanks for everything Ooga. I¡¯ll see you again later.¡± I say my farewell to the 3 gods, activated my transporting magic and jump back to my same old white space. I look at the glob in my hand. The planet inside look so real. It is probably a miniature model representing the real planet. There are a few type of environment that can be seen from here like the ice continent or places that look like a desert and deep jungle. I can¡¯t wait to check them out. This is one of the creator¡¯s creation and my task is to look after it. Too bad I forgot to ask that to what extend do we looking after them. Is it fine as long as the planet don¡¯t face destruction? Or do I have to look after the being on the planet as a whole? Oh well. I can always ask them another time. I try to relax and calm my excitement. I can¡¯t wait to go to D-248. What kind of place will I end up in? Or what kind of being will I face? Will they be able to talk with me or will they just attack me straight away? I keep thinking back to everything I experienced so far and I learn something. That sly god, Jeff, lied to me! We can teleport straight to place we want to. There are no such a thing as traffic in heave! He make me waited for him for no freaking reason at all!!! I¡¯ll remember this. Chapter 3 D-248 Chapter 3 D-248 Hi! Aesir here. Sometime your expectations do not go well with reality. You all know that feeling when you watch an advertisement for a product in a TV shopping program and feel that excitement. You go check it out just to find out that there was a little sentence that said ¡°The display is for the advertisement purpose only¡± at the bottom of the advertisement and the product does not deliver what you expect from them. I hate myself that I still feel excited every time a new advertisement came out. Same old pit fall. ---------------------------------------------- My new work place, the ¡°D-248¡±, is a medium side planet according to Amelia. If going by comparison to the knowledge in my head, I think it is roughly about 1.5 times the size of a planet called ¡°Earth¡±. Looking from higher up, there are many visible large islands and continents across the globe. Just to make it easier to recognized, I group them roughly into 3 main continents groups. For convenient sake, let¡¯s call them the Northern continent, the Middle East continent and the Southern West continent. What? How do I point out which is call north-south-east-west? For some reason the Creator make this planet like a miniature garden of his and I absolutely got no idea what rules of nature applied here. The planet act like a large ball spinning on a tilted axis similar to ¡°Earth¡± in my memories so I¡¯ll just use the same classification and easy to understand logic. North is the top of the axis. South is the bottom. West and East is the left and right respectively. What now? It was relative to the sun orbit? Screw that! This planet seems to have 2 ¡°Suns¡± and 4 ¡°Moons¡±. They have weirdly orbit that somehow cross and create duration of roughly 12 ¡°Hours¡± for both day and night. I don¡¯t know how to deal with that. Hmm? Magnetic field? I don¡¯t even know if this planet have magnetic field! I just got here so I¡¯ll get back to you on that. But personally I think it will work the same way ¡­ hopefully. Anyways. To getting back on topic. This planet overall is fascinating. The Northern most part seems to be consist of snowy land and the southern most part is the equal opposite, the desert. The Middle East continent main land is the smallest of the three but it have the most islands surrounding it. Some locations even have stormy weather 24/7! I fly closer down to the planet. The weather is quite warm in the Middle East continent. It gets colder as you go further north and hotter as you go south. As I flew by, taking in the sceneries, I saw many different types of plants and animals. Everything seems new and exciting. There are wings long reptiles flying in the sky and rocky sponge creatures floating on the sea surface, soaking in the sun. A group of flying feather pig creatures just scoops down and attacked a flock of fish-ish looking rats in the open grass plain. It¡¯s like a mad scientist dream garden came true. I can feel the living things life force everywhere from top of the mountains to the bottom of the sea. The air feels nice and pure. The earth is rich and full of life. The water is clear like priceless crystals. It feels like a paradise, a utopia from the Earth¡¯s human legends. I feel joys and wonder everywhere I go like a little kid who got a new full set of toys. This is my new home. This is my work place. This ¡­ is my responsibility. That realization hit me to a paused. I don¡¯t know why but I feel like I have to protect this place. Protect from what? I don¡¯t know. I think this is the instinct that the creator gave me as I was being created. I can do whatever I want here but at the same time I need to do everything I must to protect this from harm. Just like the feeling that a mother get when her child was born, this place is like my own child. I want to care for it. I want it to grow, be strong and healthy. I want a bright future for this child. It is both a curse and a blessing at the same time, a chain that binding me to this planet casted on me by my creator which I can do nothing but happily received it with open arms. What can I do to protect it? I start to think. The planet seems be all good and fine since before I arrived so the most likely threat is from the outside. I need to protect it from outside threats. I make up my mind and begin flying around the planet. My idea is to create a barrier that will shield it from all harms.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I start using my new godly power, imaging a gigantic protective membrane surrounding the whole planet inside. Everything that I deem as a threat will be kept out, not foreign energies and power, not unknown harmful species from outer planet, and not even other gods without my permission. My head start to hurt. My arms and legs begin to fade. The whole process took a much larger toll on me than I expected. The godly power under my command is far less than the necessary amount I required. I start to understand why many gods seek more power and influence over the mortals. Us gods created by the creator are ageless and powerful, but we are far from being immortal. I understand this fact the hard way. We do not have a true physical body because our whole being consists of pure divine godly power. We might not die in the trustiest sense but we can be harm and render powerless. If we used too much power, we probably need to go into an inactive stage where we ¡®sleep¡¯ to recharge our power to a certain level and it can take a long time to wake up on our own. Knowing this fact, I however did not stop. My being screams in pain to stop as my low godly power are being used up but my instinct and my will keep me going. The creator¡¯s curse is a powerful one and I cannot go against it. Finally the whole process finish before I ran out of power. I am temporally weakened but the accomplishment fills me with pride. My power will recharge overtime so it¡¯s not a big deal. Let¡¯s call this barrier, Svalinn, my very own divine domain. Now this planet is truly my domain. I will have advantage over any gods and being that will try to invade. Any other gods that want to visit my home will have to knock and wait for permission, even if that god is stronger than me. Good things aside, it is risky to stay weaken for a long period of time. I need followers and their worships. This planet currently only has me as a sole god residing here. I can monopolize all the possible followers as much as I want. I will become stronger and fill my role better. I start looking for civilization of any kind. I flew and flew around the planet, looking for what I seek. The green grass plain, the colorful forest, the light bending grand waterfall, the underwater rift, everything is truly fascinating. But I may or may not have a slight serious problem here. There is no sentient being here who fit to be my followers ¡­ It¡¯s not like I am that kind of god who discriminated against species. No. In my current stage where I would probably drop dead with just a single poke from a fellow god, I wouldn¡¯t even mind if my first follower or my apostle is a 2 meter tall muscular bipedal cockroach. Alright, to be honest, I do mind a little but I would not reject it. Don¡¯t look at me like that! Even as a god, there are things we still mentally scared. You know, like those ghost monster under the bed stories, there are mostly no such a thing under there yet you can¡¯t help but still tuck yourself fully under the protection of your trusty blanket to protect yourself. Why did I say mostly? You don¡¯t want to know. Back to the topic, what I mean is that we gods obtain power from gratitude and believes of people. When a mass of being believe in the same thing, sometime they become real. Those power of believes are what fuels our divine power. My original plan is to find a group of sentient being on this planet perform a few easy miracles for them like making food out of thin air or something and, BOOM!, instance emergency worshipers. The cavemen probably are not a picky eater, right? Now what will happen when the planet is so new, the creature living in it is not evolve enough to understand the concept of gods or gratitude? Answer, no worshipers. Hey Amelia, Ooga! Why didn¡¯t you guys warn me about this? Well, she did said that it¡¯s a new place but isn¡¯t this too new? Even when you buying a new house, those scammer at the real estate agency would at least inform you that there is an actual building there that can be call a house and not an empty plot of land! Huh? It was my fault for not asking? I¡¯ll play be baby card here and said I was just born! Would you have taken advantage of someone when he was just a baby? And I AM a baby ¡­ technically speaking. Off to the side track again. Anyway, no worshiper means I can¡¯t easily restore or increase my divinity. Therefore my only option is to either, lay low to charge up and hope for the best or just go straight into slumber for a faster recovery. Not a fan of both. Not to mention I wouldn¡¯t be able to stay active for long in my current condition. No, I can¡¯t give up. There has to be something that can be my follower and help me recover. I use my few remain power together with Savalinn to search the whole planet. Concentrated, Aesir! Nope. Not here. Not over here. Not there either. No¡­ huh? There is something underneath? A sentient being? My Deus Ex Machina, here I come! Looking back to this moment from the future, why didn¡¯t I notice something like this sooner back then? I mean, she was huge. True, I was young and in a desperate situation. A god¡¯s slumber is similar to a mortal¡¯s death since it might take you millenniums for some lowly god to wake up naturally, by then you would have been forgotten and would have to start anew in the world that you are bounded by the creator curse which may have become the domain of a random main god while you were slumbering. Didn¡¯t I mention that? A god is bound to the world that they have been assign to when they first land on that planet unless he/she have high enough divinity to overcome that bond. He/she then may move on to reside in their second world if they wish. That¡¯s cannon. Remember that. They can still visit other place though, just can¡¯t influence the place much. Where was I? Oh right. I was young and desperate. I drove down toward the first sign of my possible last straw. I used too much power so my head wasn¡¯t clear. I didn¡¯t notice that even if it was an underground creature, it wouldn¡¯t be living this deep. I keep going down and down, straight to the target. I didn¡¯t care how many kilometers or how deep it was. The final place I found myself in was that planet¡¯s ¡®core¡¯. That was where I found her, the sole being which was my last hope. She looked like a small humanoid baby girl, a green flaming baby girl. She was floating there, alone, in the middle of this planet empty core chamber. Her big round eyes filled with glowing blue light look at me straight. Her small lips curve into a charming smile. If I have to describe her in comparison for you guys easy understanding, she was similar to a green flaming spirit that you guys imaged in your novel and picture books. There was no one else and I got no time. I was too tired to communicate probably. All I could back then was reach out for her. Luckily she responded and holds my fading hands with her own tiny palm. I told her through telepathy, who I was, what I did, and why I¡¯m here. It was the last thing I could do before my consciousness shutdown. I fall into an endless slumber. The last thing I felt was her gratefulness and warm embrace. Sometime in the future, against my better judgment, I later named her Nazanin. She is someone I have to protect no matter what. Someone I will care for unconditionally. She is the personification of this planet itself. This planet itself is a living being. Chapter 4 Nazanin Chapter 4 Nazanin Hi! Aesir here. There are many things to learn, even for god. We can get new knowledge from literally anything around us if you look hard enough. Looking back at the history, many great things was discovered from normal things in life mixing with pure coincident and some enlightenment. Pretty much you need both aspect of being cleaver and lucky. For example, Newton gain enlightenment from a falling apple and derived physic formula from it. In truth he was not the first one to experience with that enlightenment, there are others cleaver people who experience the exact same situation. But due to the lack of good luck and bad choice of sitting place, they did not survive large hard-shell fruit dropping on their heads to tell the tale. ----------------------------------------------------- Where am I? Everything around me is pure darkness, not a single speck of light can be seen. I am not even sure if my eyes are open or close. It feel like I am falling but at the same time standing on a hard surface. Kind of a weird feeling, really. What is this place? How did I get here? Who am I? ¡­ Ok, I¡¯ll stop with the joke. It¡¯s too early to be pulling an amnesia card. Not to mention that I tried to recycle my own old dialogues. Oh! And before you guys make any guess, this is not a flag. I will totally not be playing the amnesia role, ever! ¡­ Maybe? Ok. Ok! I will be serious now. Back to the story. I open my eyes. Let me recap a bit. I made Svalinn, then I running low on power, went to look for worshipers, didn¡¯t find any, became unnecessary stubborn and used more power, went down to the planet¡¯s core, then finally found the loli. Right! Loli! I start looking around the core chamber for the first time. The walls are made out of some kind of glossy black ore. There are many different types of minerals and crystals mixing in, here and there. In the middle of everything, there is a giant pillar made out of that same black ore and in the middle is a cage looking room. Inside that room, I can see a globe of floating green flame. Is that her? I move closer. The air around the cage is pulsating together with the flickering flame like a beating heart, the heart of the planet. I can also somehow feel the good will toward me within those pulses. I start moving closer to get a better look. She is there, coiling into a ball in the center of everything. She was different to the last time I meet her. She seems much more grown up. The little baby was no more. What¡¯s there is a 110 centimeter tall young spirit. Compared to human, she looks to be about 5 ¨C 6 years old. She looks more feminine and innocent than ever. I hardly recognized her. Her big round eyes slowly open. Even if she have grown up, her glowing blue iris still have the same warm gaze she gave me before I became unconscious. ¡­ You finally awake ¡­ She couldn¡¯t say anything yet but I can communicate with her through telepathy. Yes. Thank you for looking after me. How long was I asleep? ... Many thousands of suns and moons have passed ¡­ Thousands of suns and moons? How long is that? Going by ¡°Earth¡± calendars, the years passed should be in at least double digits, right? It may even be in the hundreds of years considering this planet personification seems much more grown up. I take that back, it is more likely that hundreds of thousands of years have passed if she is this grown up. Don¡¯t forget that a planet lifespans seem to be in billion years unit. Her grow rate should be very slow. I am surprised that I do not feel any other divine power except my own within Svalinn. Did no other gods ever visit this planet while I was out cold? That¡¯s weird. Why? Never mind that, hey ¡­ um ¡­ spirit ¡­ girl? This is awkward. I do not know how I should call you. What is your name?If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡­ I do not have a name ¡­ Oh, I see. That¡¯s right; you were born not long before I did. It¡¯s a bit late but let me introduce myself to you again. My name is Aesir and I am a god. Think of me as something like your caretaker. ¡­ What is a caretaker? ¡­ Oh, Me! We have to start from that? You know suns, moons and how to count but not caretaker? ¡­ I learn them from the last time we have contact ¡­ That¡¯s ¡­ kind of make sense? Wait ¡­ what if we do it again? I got some knowledge from the creator, if I somehow pass some necessary ones on to you, wouldn¡¯t everything solve itself? Hooray for the plot device! Who like the learning or training arc in a novel anyway? ¡­ Plot device? Arc? ¡­ Don¡¯t worry about it. You will understand soon enough. While we are at it, let me give you a name then. ¡­ My¡­ name ¡­ Yes. It doesn¡¯t feel right to just call you spirit or girl or whatever all the time. It¡¯s like calling a specific human; ¡®human¡¯ all the time. I wouldn¡¯t mind being call ¡®God¡¯ but I do like to be call by my name too, you know? ¡­ Name ¡­ Let see here¡­ Scooby? No. No. That¡¯s no good. Asuna? Nope. Sound like a useless damsel. Um ¡­ Man, I suck at naming things. How about ¡­ Nazanin? Oh, that¡¯s sound nice and unique! I like it! I can call you NAZA for short! ¡­ Naza ¡­ nin? ¡­ Nazanin ¡­ Yes. Nazanin. It¡¯s mean a lovely and delightful lady. ¡­ Lovely and delightful? ... Thank you ¡­ Aesir ¡­ She gives me another blooming lovely smile as she thanks me. She seems to like it. Her smile makes me happy too. Luckily I have no white van nearby, otherwise I feel like polices will bust in and arrest me for some reason. Alright, Nazanin. Are you ready? I reach my hand out toward her again. This time my plasma hand is fully intact and visible. She also is reaching toward me with her tiny hand. Please take care of me again. ¡­ Likewise ¡­ The moment when our hands make contact, our consciousness starts to intertwine. The feeling cannot be described in words. I feel like I turn myself into a book and she is flipping through, reading page by page. It¡¯s not a very pleasant feeling but not disgusting either. The most fascinating part came after that. By exchanging our mind and consciousness, we exchange what we know to each other. Just like when you connect a direct data cable between two laptops, the data exchanged gone both ways. What Nazanin know is not that many; she was born not long before I did so her knowledge is limited. Even if hundreds of thousands of years have passed, her current knowledge is still in the level of only that the creatures on the surface will eat, sleep and reproduce or that the volcanoes in a certain area will erupt at a somewhat constant interval. She does not understand how or why phenomenon like that occurs. It was interesting and helpful to know the outline of her surface but that¡¯s not the most important part. The true treasure is the information of her being. I¡¯m not sure how much she will obtain from me but one thing I¡¯m sure is that what I will obtain is way outclass her benefit. What I mean by information of her being is the structure of her being as well as the general composition of this planet and its dwellers. By connecting to her I start to understand a certain aspect of how the creator created this planet. It may not be the full detail due to my limited comprehension ability but I begin to understand the basic. Nazanin can be classifying to a similar league of being as us, the divine being. Similar to how both ostrich and pigeon are classify as birds but they are still not the same. The main different between me and her is the purposes and intentions at creation. Her purpose is to exist, grow, and evolve while mine is more likely for assisting her, maintain, and nurture as necessary. Her outer appearance of the planet, the ground, the mountain, the sea, the rivers, and all those that exist is more of her power taking form. Like I said, her being is similar to mine; her true essence is a type of pure energy that will transform into both living and non-living things as well as the law of nature. The beings are the products of her power that will grow and evolve overtime. When they die or breakdown, they will transform back into energy form that will contain new records before return back to Nazanin. As a result, Nazanin will grow stronger and give birth to stronger existences such as new types of animals or minerals. The process then repeats itself. In a way, this can be considered as close loop reincarnation system. What the creator created is not the actual planet but only a single being, Nazanin. It is fascinating how just a single consciousness transformed and evolved overtime into what she is today. But the greatest benefit of all is that I start to understand how this process works. With this knowledge I can replicate the process of how power transform into things. With enough power, I can influence the law of nature on this planet as a whole. I think I can even create life forms myself. I mean I can already create things just purely from my power but the different between understanding how it works and not is a huge contrast. One just let me create a ball of dirt while another let me be more specific to choose the composition of that that ball of dirt and freely change the properties of that dirt later on. Want a clearer image? It¡¯s similar to how you make a CGI using between MS Paint or Photoshop program. Both might not be the best choices for CGI making but you get my point, right? The exchange only took place for a few minutes but feel like an eternity. We both retract back our hands and try to process the new information. ¡­ I am ¡­ so tired ¡­ I need rest ¡­ I weakly receive Nazanin¡¯s thought. There might be a lot of things she got from me. She probably needs some timeout. Alright, Naza. Get some rest and sweet dream. She gives me a final smile before shut her eyes and coil her body back into the green flaming ball. Now that I am being left alone, so what¡¯s next? It should have been a long time that I fall into slumber, should I get in contact with the others back in HR? Maybe later. I should go back out and inspect how the world had change. On planet ¡°Earth¡±, many things can change even only in a span of hundred years. Then what about hundreds of thousands of years? I say goodnight to Nazanin in my mind one last time before floating back to the surface. What greets me is ¡­ the similar looking environment? Well ¡­ not totally the same but too little changed. We are talking about hundreds of thousands of years here, yet everything feels so familiar. You can¡¯t say I imaging things here since if you look back, I literally only been conscious within this planet for only about 2 days! On day 1 I flew around being happy merry and then the instinct kick in. I turned into an idiot on steroid and crazily created Svanlinn out of thin air. Feeling proud for a bit before start panicking like a headless chicken, met Nazanin and then drop dead ¡­ Ahem ¡­ I mean went to sleep like a normal person after a hard day at work. Got up, get to know the Loli a bit more and that¡¯s pretty much it! Everything feels just like yesterday. I try flying around the planet some more and still can¡¯t find what I expected to find. With that long time passed, at least there should be a group or two of settlement already, right? A wooden village of some sort at least. But even when I go around for the 3rd times, I still can¡¯t find anything. Is this normal? Whatever, things won¡¯t solve itself even if I found out the answer. I still need that whole worshiper business and we got to start somewhere, right? With the assist of Svalinn, I finally found the closest being on this planet to be a sentient being and not just some beast going around purely on instinct. A group of 3 meter tall, ape looking giants with big sharp teeth using sticks to beat an equally huge horse looking creature to death. Welcome to the age of sticks and stones. Chapter 5 The first contact Chapter 5 The first contact Hi! Aesir here. I remember back in the days, the previous owner of my memories used to get hit a lot by his mother (assuming he was a man but I¡¯m not really sure). Before the law and rage about child abuse came out, he always living in fears of his mother¡¯s wooden stick. Just the sound smacking against the table alone made him sweat for no reason. Every time he did something wrong, his hands and butts will get new red marks as trophies. Those memories were horrible and painful but on the bright side, as he growing up he would think twice and touch his butts before doing anything mischief. --------------------------------------------- What a surreal picture. A pure white horse is there, looking all majestic with its golden mane and large pink eyes bouncing off warm sunlight reflection. This beauty stood there all proud and proper like the king of the world. It¡¯s large hoof scratching the nearby roots looking for the blessing of the forest. The creatures on the trees are singing in chorus as the background for its poetic moment. The whole situation looks straight out of a world famous artist¡¯s masterpiece painting or the bedtime fairytales. As it trotting gracefully forward, the chorus starts to sing louder. The beauty lean forward elegantly and nimble on the tips of the nearby leafs. Boom! The leaf is no longer there and the elegant head beautifully crash to the ground. The large boom came from the stick in the giant ape¡¯s hand smashing on to the horse¡¯s head. The whole world turn quiet for a moment before the victory growl loudly echo around. ¡°HHHOOOOO! Uuu ahh. Uuu Ahh!¡± ¡°Hu! Hu! Hu!¡± ¡°Ei Ei Uu ahh!¡± A group of hairy giant grey ape looking creatures drop down from the trees with sticks in their hands. They disgustingly lick their large sharp teeth in anticipation of their prey. One of them growl at the rest before going up to finish his job. Turn out that those giants were stalking this horse looking creature up on the trees, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. The previously chorus like singing were the warning calls of the smaller creature to their idiotic horse friend who did not know of its demise. The leading giant keeps using the stick in its hand to smack the head of the poor creature relentlessly. When I said a stick; it was in relative size to those giant¡¯s hands that are 3 meter tall with large build. If I was to hold it myself then the term ¡®small log¡¯ would be more appropriate. Um ¡­ Mr. Giant? I know there is an idiom like ¡®beating a dead horse¡¯ back on ¡°Earth¡± but you don¡¯t have to literally follow it, words by words, you know? The surrounding giants keep cheering on and on. Another five minute passed before those creatures seem satisfy. It hit the horse one more time just to make sure that it was absolutely dead before helping each other carry their hunting prize together back home. I watched the whole brutality scenes from high up in the air. Not even sure how I felt about what just happen. At first I feel that it is normal that one creature to hunt another for food but after witness the ¡®beating a dead horse¡¯ scenes with the lackey cheering at the background, I start to have a second thought. That¡¯s the best I got? I use Svalinn again just to check if the sentient being I found was not the horse creature. My Svalinn response confirms my fear that those giant are the creature with large enough brain for thinking process. They are currently the only few with the most evolved brain on this planet. Why can¡¯t it be that horse?!!!! I sigh to myself. We sure can¡¯t get everything we wish for in live, can we? I concede to my fate and silently follow that group of giants back to their base. The trips took another 2 hours and the group hunts another prey along the way. This time they got themselves that feather pig creature I saw during my first day here by throwing their stick at the passing by flock during their drinking session at the river. Good for them. What appeared before my eyes is a large cave under a cliff side. The entrance is more than 5 meter high and 3 meter width. They seem to be using this cave as their home to get out of suns and rains. No wonder I never found a settlement, they have yet to even learn how to make a proper wooden spear. I keep watching them pull their hunting rewards back into their cave. I can feels that there are about 40-50 of them inside including the young ones. They are more primitive than I expected. This will truly be a pain. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ----------------------------------------------- ????¡¯s POV The hunt was a success! Me and my kins roar with joys. To show the might of the leader I will finish this prey with own hands. I hit! And hit! And hit! And hit! The great beast is no more. My kins loudly cheers. We are strong. I am strong. My kins carry the prey back. I lead them back. We are going home. This is not enough. We need more. There are many kins, need more meat. We walk through the woods. I saw more prey. They are drinking. Easy prey. ¡°UUUUUUAAAAAA!¡± We roar at the beasts. They stop. Stupid prey. We all throw our sticks. Stupid kins miss. I hit. I am strong. ¡°Oooh! Uuahh!¡± I pick up my sticks. My kins take the beast. We got more meat. We are happy. My kins will be happy too. ¡°AAhhh aahhh Uu ah¡± ¡°UUuaaa heehee¡± ¡°HEee HEee Ha¡± We roar with joy. We got prey. We no hungry. I lead, my kins follow. We going home. We got home. Our mates are there. We share meat. Other kins return. They got prey too. Good. Good. We all no hungry. Today we happy. Tomorrow hunt more. BOOM!!!! BOOMMM!!! BOOM! ¡°AAAAHHHH AAAAHH!! UUUGAAAA¡± ¡°GEEEEEEEE!¡± Wha? Big boom outside? Big prey attack? I am strong. We are strong. I no afraid. We head outside. Wha? The sky go BOOM! The wood shaking! I no like this. I no scared but no like. I saw a beast up high. Beast come down. Weird beast. Weird flat hair beast. The sky stop boom. The wood stop shake. The beast cry out. ¡°[][][][] [][][][] [][][][] [][][][][]¡± {Greeting mortals. I am your god. My na¡­} The beast is small. Small is weak. I am strong. I kill beast ¡°WAAAAAAA!¡± I roar and hit the beast with my stick. Bang! Bang! Bang! I hit and hit and hit. ¡°[][][] [][] [][][][]! [][][][]¡± {Hey! Would you please stop? STOP, I say! LISTEN!} The beast cried. I keep hitting. Bang! Bang! Bang! The beast stop. The beast is dead. I roar. I am strong. Beast is no more. Slam! Arrr! My head hurt. My head hit ground. It¡¯s hurt. ¡°[][][][][] [][][][][][] [][][] [][][][] [][][][]¡± {I told you to stop! Can¡¯t you at least listen when someone is trying to speak?} I look up. The beast is there. The beast hit me. I am angry. ¡°AAAAAAAARRRRRRRR¡± Slam! The beast hit me again. It¡¯s hurt. The beast is strong. I move back. I look at my stick. It is there. I look at the beast. It still fine. Why? I look at my kins. They got a prey. Prey look the same as beast. I hit that prey. Bang! The prey splash. I am strong. My stick is strong. I ran to that beast again. I hit it. Bang! Slam! Beast hit me again. It¡¯s hurt. I move back. ¡°OOOHHH HAA ARRR¡± I roar at my kins. They cry back. They go hit that beast together. Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! That beast hit all my kins. That beast is strong. That beast is scary. ¡°[][][][] [][][] [][] [][][][][] [][][][][][][][] [][][][][][][]!¡± {If you guys don¡¯t cut it out, I swear to ME I¡¯ll beat each of you until you all shit all over the place!} That beast roar. That beast is angry. We will be hunt. We need to run. We run into our home. We run inside. That beast follow. We all going to die. ------------------------------------------------------ Turning back time a little, I ponder to myself. How do I get their attention? When meeting someone new, first impression usually the most important. I should have a few gifts, right? No matter who you meet, free gift usually never hurt. Now if I was a caveman, what would I want? Food? Probably food. I can¡¯t really think of anything else that they will appreciate. I fly back up to a passing by unfortunate flog of wild feather pigs. They were hovering over the top of the trees. Too bad for you guys, your luck just ran out. Daddy needs a tribute! For those faint of heart, please turn away. Using my power, I hold some of them in place and hanging them heads down. With the flick of my fingers, I send out blades of wind to cut their large artery. Pink bloods start flowing out of the large cut. They are all crying out in pain until their last breath stop. Uwwwaaaa. This is more disturbing than I thought. I¡¯m sorry. I heard that by draining blood from the meat will make it more delicious. I didn¡¯t plan for this horror scene, I swear! Next time I¡¯ll finish this painlessly and do something about the blood with my power. I throw those carcasses behind some nearby trees and put up a barrier around it, just in case something wants to steal my gift basket. Phew. That was rough. Moving on. If I am going to create a great first impression as a god, I might as well make it grand. Let¡¯s add a weak storm and thunder strikes as background. That seem nice, remind me of those superhero movies. All set ¡­ and ¡­ action! I cast wind to flow wildly around the area, add a few thunder strikes, here and there. As the stage is ready, I begin my play. Boom! Perhaps the loud thunder strikes frighten those giants; they start running out in groups. Isn¡¯t thunder strike a normal natural phenomenon? Why they all are seem so surprised? Doesn¡¯t matter, the show must go on. I slowly descend to the ground while maintain the coolest pose possible (at least I think it is). I should have added ray of light for my descending, why didn¡¯t I think of this sooner!? Those giant all look at me in awe as I touch the ground. I¡¯m the coolest ever! The background effect is slightly inconvenient for my speech so I turn them off. I readjust my pose and ready to begin. Ahem ¡­ ¡°Greeting mortals. I am your god. My na ¡­¡± ¡°WAAAAAAA!¡± Before I could even finish, one of them rush at me and begin to beat me with its stick. Bang! Bang! Bang! It didn¡¯t hurt but it¡¯s truly annoying. The loud hitting sound echoes in my heads. Aesir ¡­ be nice. Let¡¯s do this the peaceful way. ¡°Hey! Would you please stop? STOP, I say! LISTEN!¡± I tried to ask it to stop. It did not comply. Come on. I am being nice here. Bang! Bang! Bang! It keep hitting me some more then roar in my face. Alright, that¡¯s it. You asking for a beating yourself! I extend my arms and swing it like a whip, slamming down on the head of this stupid thing. Slam! ¡°I told you to stop! Can¡¯t you at least listen when someone is trying to speak?¡± Its head crash loudly into the ground. Luckily it has a thick skull otherwise this scene would have look like the game of splitting a watermelon. Oh, it got back up. ¡°AAAAAAAARRRRRRRR¡± It looks back up at me angrily so I hit it again. Slam! Oh hey, look! It moves back a bit. It starts learning. The stupid ape looks confusedly alternating between me and its stick. It then look back at their friends who are standing still, watching it get beating up this whole time. You need a better group of friends. Hm? It didn¡¯t look at its friends but a creature that one of the groups hunted. They are about to take it in when I came. It is a smaller bipedal blue monkey with some black and white stripes on its fur. Is this considering cannibalism in a way? Apes eat other apes? What beyond my expectation is that the stupid giant ape starts moving closer to that monkey, swing up his stick and smash the monkey¡¯s skull into bits. Now that is a splitting watermelon scene. This idiot seems to somehow get its confidence back. It run back to me and begins swinging again with its stick. Of course, I counter again. Bang! Slam! Is this part of a comedy show? Everything is so stupid it start to get funny. ¡°OOOHHH HAA ARRR¡± It starts crying as it run back to its peer. This time the bystanders start to move. Six or seven of other giants rush me at the same time. As a good host, I equally plant all their faces into the ground. Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! As oddly entertaining as it is, I still have limited patient. I watch those back up team get up, one by one, and shout. ¡°If you guys don¡¯t cut it out, I swear to ME I¡¯ll beat each of you until you all shit all over the place!¡± My mistake, I shouldn¡¯t have shouted. Those stupid apes got scared and start running back into their cave. Hey! Get back here! I still have unfinished business with you guys! Chapter 6 Meet the family. Hi! Aesir here. Being the head of a family is hard. Being the head of an idiot family is even harder. When people were small and they act stupid, they would look stupidly cute. However, when a fully grown man did the same, they just look plain stupid. Is it the age or the appearance? I wonder which factor that makes me think like that. It keeps bugging me for some time until I saw how cute Nazanin fooling around in a puddle of mud was. Yep. It¡¯s definitely the appearances that make you forgive people¡¯s foolishness. After all, my Nazanin is the cutest! ------------------------------------------------ It¡¯s been a while since I settle down with this group of grey apes. Things are looking pretty good if you ask me. While I did have to preform ¡®love taps¡¯ a few time in the beginning, they soon warmly open up to me. They even lovingly offering their prey that they caught to me while lying on their backs and show their belly. Aren¡¯t that cute? Hmm? They just summited to the strong and begged for their life? Non sense! If they truly feared me, would they let me petted their young ones on my lap quietly? Those kid even blissfully trembling in my hand like a small kitten. They were so cute when they silently listen to you, don¡¯t you think? Alright. I maaayyy went a bit over board with my ¡®love taps¡¯ but hey! They did learn how to behave so ¡­ silver lining. Awww come on. Those guys are the worst. I even went and heal them all, gave those foods and such. After that, they did quiet down for a while. I wanted to test them a bit so when night came, I pretend to be sleeping. You guess it. They ganged up on me. As an all-forgiving god that I was, I did what any sane god would do. Guide them on to the correct path. Aesir¡¯s commandment number 1 Thou shall not piss me off if thou do not wish to get beat up. Yeah, you guessed it. They all happily went to a nearby river and did a 1080 side spin head dive into the water to cool off their heads. As the merciful god I am, I also added some ice blocks (pillars) into the river to heal their mysterious bruises too. I wonder how they got those. Hmm. Truly a mystery. Since they were tried after the swimming lesson, I carried them back to bed. I know. I know. I am the kindest god in the world, aren¡¯t I? You would be surprised how fast those apes learn about things. After our little swimming session, things went peacefully for a while. Those guys behaved nicely. They went out to hunts in the mornings in groups and came back at night with hand full of food. They even offer me some when I walk close to them. I refused, of course. Some days, they had bad luck and caught nothing. Occasionally they had even worse luck where meet other predator and get wounded, sometime even death. The thing went on like that for some time so I decided to teach them how to use better tools. Until now they only know that rock and sticks are nice for hitting so I teach them how to make spears and axes. I even teach them how to make traps and such. Oh me, you would not believe how hard it was to and teach those idiots something. The first thing they did after they got their hand on spear heads make of sharp rocks was cut themselves, screamed, and ran away. After the hard work of bringing them back and get them to listen (well, not really hard work as I just use magic to pick them up and bring them back), they then began stabbing each other. ¡­ Apparently this is my life now. What am I going to do with these idiots? It took sometime but I finally got those apes to learn that stabbing yourself or your friends is bad. Only use it for the enemy. It took way longer to teach them how to use simple trap like pit falls or cliff edges. To explain how hard it was for me in simple term, try threading the needle using only your toes.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. On the bright side, they sure learn fast on how to apply them. It literally moved me to tears. That night I found there was a pit fall trap under the area that I usually pretend to sleep. Just to fill my curiosity, I played along and fall into the pit to see what would happen. To my surprised, some stupid brave soul jump out and throw stone head spears into the pit while others rushed out with stone axes in hand. Aesir¡¯s Commandment number 2 Thou shall learn from thy mistake. They are such a merry group of apes so I decided to join the festival. Since they love to dances with tapping poles (spears) and maracas (axes), I think it¡¯s fair to also add chorus into this mismatch party. The chorus conductor was preform by your truly, Aesir, with his first masterpiece symphony; The Howl of Idiots. They all seem to enjoyed it too since they gave me their full cooperation while I hanged each one of them upside down from tall trees. This world is still too primitive for the concept of conductor baton to exist so I compromised by using my stretchy arms instead. Surprisingly they are highly effective for substitution as they all whole heartily sang when I waved my hands at them. We sang happily until the first sunrise of the day with our songs. All those who participated all cried tears of joys as I let them down from the trees. I¡¯m sure they would one day look back to this day and shiver in happiness as they pass on their tales to their children. Ahhh¡­ Good old times. We had so many happy moments together like this all the times. Don¡¯t even get me started some of them like that time I taught them how to use fire for cooking and warm. What happen, you ask? Let just say after they tried to set me on fire, they all personally learned how to cook BBQ roast in open flame ¡­ first handed. It was horrifying for some time after that event since their hair got burned off which only left me with walking skinny 3 meter tall apes. I didn¡¯t know that my mental health could get that low. Yeah, many things happen as time flew by. Their hunting became more successful. There are less and less of staved young apes. They learn how to primitively cook food and make cloths (more like animal skin scraps but close enough, I gave up.) They happily populated and grow in size as a tribe of ¡­ apes? Hmm? Come to think of it, I never really did name their race, did I? It is kind of sad to keep calling them apes or the like since apes from my memories are more lovable than these idiots. Yeah, I better apologize to the apes from my memories for keep comparing them to you. At least those apes would not try to act out a rebellion as soon as they learn how to play with new toys. Let get back on topic, what should I name them? Name them from their appearance? Their sizes are ranging from 3 to 4 meter tall with body cover in thin grey hair. They have sharp row of teeth and round eyes. Other outstanding trails are their big hands and feet. They can both walk on two legs and on four legs. Sharp-fang? No. Big-feet? Boring. Daddy long le ¡­ Ahhh ¡­ I can¡¯t think of any decent name just from their appearance alone. I feel like my naming idea relate to how they look are all stupid. Let¡¯s just give up and give it a random name. Canitia Yeah, that should be good enough. It sounds fancy if you ask me. Let¡¯s go with this then. Alright, you guys are now called the Canitia. Canitia is surprisingly one of the long life races. They are blessed with strength and vitality. Each one of them can live for as long as 200 years, but that is just the rare case. They are slow at learning but adapt fast. From so many examples, I¡¯m sure you get the picture by now. With their thick skull and high stupidity, they usually idiotically die long before their age even touch the 3rd digit. Seriously, it cost them a few dozen of tribe mates to understand that ¡®Chasing prey off of a cliff¡¯ does not require them to literally follow the prey down the cliff as well. I can only face-palm when seeing the surviving ones jumped with joy as they watch their friends ran to their demises. Their questionable intellectual is not their only downside. The other obvious weakness is that they have low fertility rated. They do reproduce very often but the conceiving rate is low. There are only a few dozen born each year. Their problem is also due to their ¡®mate preference¡¯ as well. You see, the Canitias have this custom where the strongest is the most desired mate and may I ask who do you think is currently the strongest one in the group? You probably guess my problem already, right? Yeah. I¡¯m the strongest. After staying with them for a long time, they do start to accept me as one of them (not that I¡¯m happy with this). Their 3rd or 4th or whatever generations start to show that they highly respect me. My effort of teaching them things and beating their grandparents senseless finally pay off. They give me offering from time to time. Here¡¯s lain the problem. When the mating season hit, all their females ignore all the males and only focus on trying to impress me to sleeping with them. Meanwhile all the unlucky pair-less males will hatefully stab me with their gazes from afar. You may think that building a harem sound awesome but I disagree! In the first place, Ape and slime, they just don¡¯t mix! Furthermore, slime don¡¯t even have a ¡®little bro¡¯ or ¡®little sis¡¯ down there! What do you want from me? A wiggle dance? Luckily my problem solved itself soon enough. During one of the mating season, surrounded by an army of horny female beast trying to rape me, I finally snapped. Either due to anger, annoyance or a bit of both I decided to be done with this shit. I knocked them out, one by one, and threw each one of them into the cave. What followed was a miracle. The Canitias learned something by themself! One of the sex-deprived male watched the whole thing happen and got this funny idea. It decided to be innovative with how it finds a partner. The next day it gone straight to the target female it wants and challenged it to a fight. One thing lead to another and the female accepted it. Happy ending. When one success, the other equally sex-deprived fellows followed suit. The mating season became a bloody battle ground to show off to their potential partners. They created their own system where if one party wants to engage in reproduction with the other, it needs to be able to subdue the other party. Here is how it works, If a male is interested in a particular female, it will request a challenge of strength. If the male win, they become a pair but if the female with, she move on. In the case there are multiple males interested in the same female, they dunk it out themselves first before challenge the female. This rule also applied in reverse as well. When a female is interested to a particular male, it becomes the challenger. Somehow there seem to be a mutual understanding among them that if the individuals are already a pair; they are off limit for that season. This whole situation becomes both good news and bad news for me. The good news is; after all this time, they finally learn to improve something themselves. This brings tears to my eyes. The bad news is; now the females became more blood thirsty. Every mating season they will at least once seriously try to push me down with blood shot eyes. This also brings tears to my eyes. GET THE HACK AWAY FROM ME!!!