《reborn: wolf man》chapter 34: God-King
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As I am about to go to sleep yet again tonight abyss speaks to me.
“master your minions request me to allow them to see their God”
“wait what the fuck I am a god?”
“well it was easier to bend them to your will if they worship you”
“oh...codex should I go?”
“well I think we should it been years since you created you dungeon but you have never visited it.”
“I guess codex you want to open the door to the dungeon?”
“where do you want the door to be?”
“how about under my desk against the wall.”
“well hidden since you are posing as a swordsman and most believe you would never use a desk.”
“okay lets start”
its a pretty quick spell but it drains all my mana and then I get on my knees and crawl in. The dungeon if you can call it that doesn't look like one at all. The dark light weed is everywhere. I mean everywhere it grows on the walls the floor and the roof. The corridor is about 15 feet high by 15 feet wide. I can hear something running towards me. Correction many somethings. I see them come into view. They are about 6 feet tall each and have ugly faces. They are green but have very muscular bodies they all look like body builders. They are also very lean. If you removed their faces they would all look like models. The front runner when he gets within 5 meters of me says something rude to me.
“my God and king is not this tiny and weak looking!”
so I did what any God king would do. I took of my ring of gravity and jumped forward punching him in the stomach and sent him flying with ten more of the creatures. It looked like I got a strike. The one who had been beside the first idiot who spoke up.
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“Our God is Intelligent he feigns weakness while being extremely powerful! Come follow me to our settlement”
as we walked I talked to abyss.
“you know I have to get up early tomorrow”
“do not worry master time goes much slower then outside”
“how much slower?”
“well its been 50 000 years since you gave me my minions”
“wait 50 000 years?”
“well why do you think they hardly look like goblins anymore?”
“....um I don't know?”
“everyone one of your hours is a year here.”
“wait so how big is it?”
“well it would take you walking about 100 years to cross the whole land if you didn't sleep”
“what the fuck this place is huge!”
“yes master and I have made it so 1% of the land is covered by dark light weed and your minions...”
“that's a lot”
“yes and recently your minions have “learned” how to plant dark light weeds in the darkness to speed its process along. It will most likely take 5000 years to gain up to 2% of the land.”
“so how good are they at fighting?”
“about as good as a normal goblin. They have been living peacefully for the last 50 000 years so its not surprising that they have become docile.”
“well since I have time I guess I can teach them”
we arrive in their settlement but its huge. The houses are set up in the corridors. They are made out of dark light weeds woven together to create walls. Each “house” is actually half a corridor with the dark light weeds acting as a wall separating each house and then being hung from the sealing creating a open space house. Since they also ate the dark light weed the paths were they walked had been striped and made flat with the stone floor again. Since dark light weed only needed darkness to grow the dark light fields were simply areas where one or two dark light weeds were planted. People every once in a while would walk over to a plant and take part of it and eat it then walk back to what they were doing. Their society seemed pretty basic with the strongest and smartest at the top and the dumbest and smallest at the bottom. Intelligence seemed to hold higher regard in their society then brute strength did. This became obvious when I met the “steward” the stewards job was this- to fill in while the God-king was gone about in the realm of the Gods.
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“hello steward how are you?”
he seemed quite surprised that I recognized him as the steward as no one had told me he was the steward.
“I am good God how do things fair in the realm of Gods?”
I simply look at him with questioning look and answer simply “good”
“as expected of our great God now why did you come here?”
he seems inpatient to get rid of me.
“to see how strong my subjects are. The ones who welcomed me seemed fairly weak.”
the blood I can tell drains from his face. They were most likely his elite troops and considering that I just used them as a bowling ball and pins I was quite disappointed with the quality of the goblins I brought here.
“Master I have been focusing on changing their language to fit yours, increasing their size and intelligence, I have not had time to increase strength as intelligence is a incredibly rare trait among goblins” (abyss)
“well then may I be so blunt and disrespectful as to fight you God to prove my right as Chieftain?”
“sure whenever your ready”
he went to a back room and came back covered in black Armour and a black sword he had a black legionary shield in his other hand. The gear seemed alive and teeming with movement.
“that is the modified black light weed master. It is as hard as steal and can grow back, light does not affect it and it molds itself to its masters size” (abyss)
“are you ready God?”
“yup”
since I wanted to keep my disciples in awe of me I decided to use magic. As he ran at me I made the earth itself fight against him grabbing his legs and arms when he finally got to me he couldn't even move due to the restraints I had created out of the earth. He had the look of fear in his eyes as the blade was right in front of my chest. I looked down at him and spoke with a smile.
“you have earned the right of chieftain to have made it this far. I also have something to request of you”
before when he had been standing above me he had been looking down now he was looking up and at my face. The look of fear dissipated from his face and was replaced with joy. I mean who in their lifetime gets recognized by their God? Considering they haven't even seen him in over 50000 years.
“what do you request of me God?”
“Armour and weapons is all”
My loyal subjects hurriedly gave me Armour, a shield and a sword. The items changed and conformed to my size and I looked quite menacing with this get up. You could only see my white ears and eyes and other then that everything was jet black. I then slept in the dungeon and went home. I looked at my watch and realized almost no time at all had passed. I went back to sleep in my bed but had a hard time sleeping as I already had 8 hours of sleep from in my dungeon.
Ps. does someone want to volunteer to be my proof reader? been getting hammered for it
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