《Fallen God decides to live a little》Chapter 3: Basic necessities and a little bit of extra

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There was a time when I used to create powerful and lethal creatures.

I enjoyed them but... Whoever created bears, what were you thinking!

Why couldn’t you just make them clawless and fangless, they’d be so much cuter.

Ragos!! This must be your fault!!

I turn around while I'm still on the ground and I see the bear raising its gigantic paw.

This time, I think it’s going to deliver the deathblow.

Like hell! I'm not gonna waste my second chance here!!

I try to stand up even though my body is wracked with so much pain.

The bear is about to kill me but it suddenly stops. I see its ears flop down as we both hear a powerful roar.

The bear suddenly drops down in all fours and starts running away at full speed.

Huh?

Once the bear was gone, I hear another roar.

That roar, I faintly recognize it though I'm not 100% sure.

Whatever it is though, it scared the bear. That means it can kill me.

Taking advantage of the situation, I force myself to stand up and start running.

I grind my teeth as I resist the pain coming from my bleeding back.

After a while of running to the opposite direction of the bear, I see a small cave and move towards it.

Wait! This is an obvious place where I can get cornered to a very horrendous and most probably painful demise.

Before I can finish my train of thought I hear something heavy drop down from behind.

It shakes the ground and I almost fall to the ground.

I turn around quickly to see a gigantic creature covered with impenetrable scales, a mouth with dagger-like teeth, and eyes that appear to be as sharp as a sword.

Fuck...

Before I could react, it roars as if it finally found its master, though I’m sure I misheard.

Before the creature decides to eat me, I take a full look of its form.

I’m the one who created them but I’ve never looked at them through the eyes of a mortal.

What the hell was I thinking when I made them?!! This thing is monstrously scary!

These thoughts ran through my mind but one word echoed all over my thoughts.

Dragon.

No, not an actual dragon but a part of its family.

Once I accepted my demise from the claws of this creature I immediately notice its body and appearance.

Its wings aren’t connected to its back but instead, it’s connected to its arm sockets.

True Dragons have six limbs, not four.

I take a full look at the size of the creature and compare it to the smallest of dragons.

This one doesn’t even compare.

Searching for the term in my library of a mind, I manage to confirm it. It’s not a true dragon.

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It’s a subspecies of the dragon race, more specifically a wyvern.

As a subspecies of the dragon family and leagues weaker, a wyvern is still a dragon and unless you’re a powerful and capable person you wouldn’t be able to slay one.

Nothing changed, I’m still going to die but at least it is from one of my children.

Hmmm, I wonder. Would it have been more painful to die by the bear than this thing?

After what seems to be an eternity, the wyvern finally moves towards me.

I know for a fact that I could have somehow survived the bear but I know this thing can easily kill me.

Instead of trying to dodge or run away, I stand firm in front of this behemoth of a beast with all the pride of a god.

Come at me!

The wyvern charges towards me but instead of mauling my small humanoid body with its gargantuan mouth, it starts to rub its rough scaly head over my chest like a puppy.

That... Hurts.

Its scales are shredding my chest skin, but I notice it’s trying to control its strength so I don't pull away.

It's obvious this thing is not used to being gentle but the fact that it's doing its best makes me want to reward it.

It doesn't want to kill or eat me.

I see its eyes and it's practically begging for affection, so I start rubbing its horns and lower jaw.

Its tongue lolls out like a happy dog and it falls to the ground with a powerful thud.

I continue pampering it.

[Gained Title: Master of the Wyvern]

The wyvern starts acting like a small dog and it continues to enjoy my ministrations.

This thing is starting to become adorable.

“Hey, you’re pretty cute if you go past the scary teeth, large body, and poisonous tail”

I ignore my slightly bleeding chest.

[Gained Skill: Pain Tolerance I]

“…”

I stop rubbing the wyvern’s head and as a response, the wyvern backs away.

After backing away, the wyvern sits like a dog, tilts its head and stares at me.

It really is cute. I wonder, does it understand me?

“Do you understand me”

The wyvern nods.

Surprisingly it understands me and how the way it reacted earlier, it must know who I am.

“Do you know who I am?”

This time I add a small tinge of anger in my voice to test the waters.

It's just to ensure my theory.

I glare at it and almost immediately, the wyvern looks away, afraid of the very thought of me being angry but it answers my question by nodding.

I release my anger and the wyvern relaxes.

“I see."

Hmmm, I might be able to ask it basic questions.

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I mull over the questions I could ask this Wyvern.

I inquisitively stare at the Wyvern and study it. I notice that it doesn’t have any scars or any recent wounds.

Its body also seems very robust and powerful. It must be a young wyvern and isn't old enough to experience any true fights.

It means I can’t ask it to protect me because a well-placed attack from a relatively strong opponent could immediately kill it.

I wouldn't want that. I'm starting to like it.

Since it's a young wyvern, I ask it the most important question I have on my mind right now that isn't too difficult.

“Where is the nearest sign of civilization?”

The wyvern tilts its head and thinks for a moment. After a while, it turns its head to the west of the forest.

"Is it far?”

The wyvern’s facial expression contorts in confusion.

I guess it doesn’t know if it’s far or not, It must've had only seen it once and immediately left.

Well time to move, I can't keep wasting time like this.

I start to stand but I wince in pain. My wounds might be graver than I thought.

The wyvern looks at my wounds with a worried expression and thinks for a moment but it eventually turns around to fly away.

Hmm, I wonder where it’s going.

I look behind my back and I see the small cave. It's big enough to fit that wyvern earlier but small enough that it cannot be a proper living space for it.

It fits me more.

I walk towards the cave and enter.

Once I enter, I notice a small hoard of treasures stacked up in the corner.

I shrug. All dragons crave treasure no matter what age, rank or species. It's both a sign of pride and power.

Sigh... Even dragons can work hard for their treasures.

I start rummaging through it and realize it probably came from some very unfortunate people.

Most of the items are of better quality, so it must have belonged to some of the more affluent travelers that were unlucky enough to meet the wyvern.

Since the treasure is here... I believe those merchants and travelers are dead.

Well, a dead man's treasure is another man's treasure... That was in poor taste Magnus.

It isn't all bad. If these items came from a bunch of traveling merchants, there must be some clean and untouched clothing here.

I start searching through the pile of items and I notice that some of them are still reeking of blood.

They must have been attacked just a few days ago.

It's a pity but right now, I can’t afford to care for others.

I still need to find a way to patch up my wounds.

I just realized what I thought.

I have wounds.

Once I got out of immediate danger and realized I'm no longer in danger of death, my wounds suddenly flare.

I immediately groan in pain.

Shit, this pain thing is really something new.

I still don’t hate it though.

Despite the pain, I continue rummaging through the blood-soaked items.

I eventually found a couple of shirts made out of soft and good material.

It's not what I'm used to but naked beggars can't be choosers.

After all, it can't be helped that the clothing of gods is literally another realm above, even my weakest quality robe was made out of dead stars.

Remries who hated defensive clothing still wore articles that were made out of planet-sized steel ingots condensed to the size of an almond and then molded into something wearable.

Although these comfortable shirts wouldn’t protect me from the dullest of weapons, there’s just a different feeling if you fight for something instead of having it handed to you.

Well time to destroy the thing I got.

I start to rip the first shirt to equal parts, so I can use it to patch both my back and my front.

After ripping it apart, I go out to find a water supply.

Fortunately, there’s a small pond just a few feet to the left of the cave. I check to see if it was clean, thankfully it is.

I go there to clean my wounds and wrap the ripped shirt around my front and back to cover them.

Sigh

I breathe a sigh of relief as I feel the cold water seep into my wounds. It's not as effective as a healing spell but this still feels good

Once I fix my wounds, I go back to the cave and I manage to find some silk underwear and pants.

Ooohhh... Soft clothes.

I dress up and use a pile of soft clothes to use as a bed.

I didn't notice it earlier but now that I'm out of immediate danger, I feel extremely tired.

Where did that wyvern go?

While staring at the entrance of the cave, I notice that the sun was already setting, so I decided to sleep and let my troubles go away until tomorrow.

Name: Magnus

Race: Fallen God

Ability Level: 1

Magic Power: 0/0

Max Magic Power: 0

Body Power: 10 (5+5)

Defense: 1

Agility: 10

Resilience: 1

Magic: 0

Magic Defence: 0

Unique Skills: Creation (Sealed) (Ultimate) | Indestructible Essence (Ultimate) | Endless Mana Capacity (Legendary) | All Magical Knowledge (Godly)

Innate Skills: N/A

Extra Skills: Pain Tolerance I (Normal) [New]

Magic Skills: N/A

Custom Skills: N/A

Affinities: N/A

Resistances: N/A

Weaknesses: N/A

Titles: God of Magic | The Fallen God | Dreamer | Masochist [New] | Master of the Wyvern [New]

Blessings: Sealed (Indeterminable)

Equipment: N/A

Items: N/A

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