《The Unnamed God. I’m Really Not A God You Guys !》The Unnamed God. I'm Really Not A God You Guys !
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MOTHERFUCKER!
Do they really think they can slander me and insult me so just because I'm having an epiphany?!
FUCK!
They can and they did! Screw that guy! Screw that goddess!
I was gonna thank her for showing me something nice but screw that!
Braindead? You can't even recognize an epiphany that should be common in cultivator worlds. You are the one that is braindead! And blind!
Ugly?! I might not have the most pleasant features but I'm perfectly, definitely goo…decent looking!
Powerless as a villager child?! I might not have worked out much before but why would I when a few button presses and a wave of a magical card gets me anything I could possibly want delivered?!
Worse than a retarded child?! Now you guys are just combining previous insults! That's not fucking creative! At all!
Shameless! Goddess this, goddess that! Mister I'll walk through a sea of blades to kiss your feet! Who's the shameless one! And a hypocrite to Boot!
How kind of her to let you bring me as a slave! Fuck you and that goddess! How the hell is that kind?! Do you know what kindness is !?
Adopting an animal from a shelter.
Seeing a spider in your bedroom and letting it live.
Giving to the poor.
Enslaving people? What kind of dumbass are you !
On that note, I'm not the dumbass you're the dumbass! Doing whatever that so-called goddess wants. She thinks just cause she's a goddess people should worship her ?! I mean ….
Do some stuff for me, get me followers. Is she a goddamn insta influencer ?! I won't ever simp for that kind of thing.
Holy fuck. I'm pissed.
Deep breath. SCREW YOU GUYS! Breathe in. SCREW YOU GUYS! Breath out. Alright, that's better.
In any case, this kickass power is called divinity. And it is somehow related to mental fortitude.
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That's how they call it but that doesn't necessarily mean that it is really divine.
After all, no way in hell will I really believe that this self-entitled goddess is some kind of real god.
Well, they might be a group of powerful individuals that think of themselves as gods and for all that matters it might seem to be real to the ones they call the mortals.
Kinda like humans and ants. For the ants, a human being might be a god that can bring blessings by giving them some scraps or a harbinger of destruction.
Nonetheless, the human themselves remain completely mortal in this case.
First of all, that Lunar girl did ask the cultivator about his identity and age.
This means that either she did not have the information or was simply trying to make him be more at ease.
I do get the feeling she truly did not know.
Now either she could have known by looking into it and was just lazy …. or she knows nothing.
In any case, chances are the so-called gods are not omniscient at all. Otherwise, there is no way she would have been so surprised about me being weak and especially she would not have bothered asking questions so mundane.
Let us assume there are 2 kinds of mortals. The normal ones. The ones that can wield divinity and think themselves to be gods.
Now, where do I stand compared to these 2 groups?
First one: apparently, I'm as strong as a human child.
Could be worst. Could be better for sure.
At least I might stand a chance. Especially if I use some divinity.
Second group: I know nothing about them. For all I know, the goddess I saw might be as weak as a child…. hum I mean pretty weak, let's not underestimate children so much.
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No concrete information about them. There is probably a shitload of them, otherwise they wouldn't be having a god war.
With a few participants, it would be a gods' scuffle at best. They wield divine energy too.
I feel a newborn fighting against Mayweather would have better odds.
Alright so the best for me is probably to somehow get to the earth realm. Mortals should mingle with mortals. I'm definitely not a coward! But you know gods. 0_0 Even fake ones I'd rather not.
I guess I can just wait 2 days to get sent there. Hopefully, I'll find a way to split from the asshole and the power-hungry lady.
And now we play the waiting game.
AND NOW WE PLAY THE WAITING GAME.
We play the waiting game in a purple room
We play the waiting game in a rainbow room
We play the waiting game in the sky….
Okay, this is boring as hell! Surprisingly being in a room that can show you whatever you want can become quite boring. Obviously, I did conjure out a few maids too while I was waiting, but that too got boring fast. Since they aren't real and all.
Well since there isn't anything else to do I might as well try to cultivate. Not that I know how for that matter.
Let's just try and circulate some divine power. Feels great but I don t feel more powerful either.
Let's try to make it move across the room. Actually fun.
Wait! What's that? I can detect 2 spots where space seems weaker.
I don't know why or how, but I'm convinced these 2 spots are the exit to this place.
Safe to assume at least one leads to someplace else in the god realm.
Potentially both.
Let's try to sense it some more.
If I force it a bit I'm sure I can get it to activate.
Alright, I'll stop before I accidentally…..wait !? Why is it lighting up ?!
Something or someone is coming.
I'd rather not meet it.
Would someone be coming here from the mortal world?
Probably not.
The champions are training and it's apparently 1 per god.
If this exit is linked to the god realm …..
Yep screw this. Second door here I go!
Screw that guy!
Screw Her!
Screw this place!
And screw whatever is currently coming!
Your boy is getting the fuck off!
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