《I Am the "God of Death", Whatever That Means. (Original)》Force. Chapter 45
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Vert sighs as 19 people are standing in front of him in the rain. The only person who isn't standing is Drakier, who is being held up by his son. With there being 14 men and 6 woman in total, Vert doesn't know what to do with them. He has no use for a small private army right now and he honestly wants nothing to do with these people but since it was a gift given to him, Vert will use the people the best he can.
"Well, you guys see those houses down there?" Vert says as he points down to the houses in the village.
"Choose which one you want to live in and make yourself at home. If you want food you will have to hunt it yourself." Vert says and nods his head. He goes to close the door but Drakier's son speaks out before Vert can slip away.
"You call yourself a God but your army has to do everything by themselves?!" Drakier's son yells at the top of his lungs while the rain pours down unto him. Vert stops closing the door mid-way to respond to the kid.
"Do you need a relapse of what happened earlier?" Vert says with some anger in his voice. Drakier's son shakes his head back and forth rapidly to say no.
"Then don't question my Godhood. As for you fending for yourselves I expect you to do it without question. This is training for when you're out on the battlefield and you don't have someone to hand feed you everyday! Now go before it gets dark!" Vert yells and everyone salutes him. Seeing that Vert is training them for the harshest conditions, a newfound respect for the God of Death is formed within the 20 soldiers. Vert closes the door and can hear his small army run down his hill and into the town.
'Wow, I can't believe that worked. Now, to finally clean my clothes.' Vert says as he looks down at the towel around his waist. He walks through the living room and into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen he notices that the door to the bathroom is shut. The sound of Cynthia humming can be heard on the other side.
Vert realizes that the bathroom upstairs is not as convenient to use now since the wall is nearly smashed to pieces and Cynthia decided to bathe downstairs. Knowing that it would be bad for him to walk in on her, Vert defeatedly walks back into the living room and sits on a love seat. Vert decides now would be a good time to read up on some new spells in the Magi's Articulium while he waits for Cynthia.
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When the book becomes its original size, metal forms around Vert's hands as he resummons his gauntlets. A soft and slow beat pumps out of the speakers. Vert sings along with 'Like Us' by Ayo and Teo as he reads the book.
"What if God was like us? Had a squad just like us? Always popping tags just like us?" Vert sings while the pages in his book are flipping rapidly, looking for something to ease its owner's feeling of boredom.
"I wanna know... I wanna know... I wanna know... I wanna know..." Vert sings with the song but repeats the phrase as the song continues on without him.
'What do I wanna know... Oh yeah!' A topic comes to Vert's mind and the pages in the book finally stop flipping. Vert begins to read the page in his mind and he is surprised about what he reads.
'Huh, looks like Yuria was telling the truth about the truce. She even put her protection magic on me. Well that worked in my favor I guess.'
Vert has searched up whether the truce between Yuria and him was real and the book says it is truly official by standard means. It also states the terms of the deal, where it says Yuria is currently protecting Vert with magic and Vert is on standby till Yuria needs his services. Vert begins to think of something else to read about but he then hears someone run up to his front door.
A flurry of knocks hit Vert's front door followed by the yelling of a woman.
"Help us! A Mother Dire Bear is here and it is going to kill us all if you don't do something!" the woman yells with her voice full of fear. The book in Vert's hand slams shut and falls down to his chest. Vert stands up and can feel a small tinge of anger well up inside of him. One good thing does come out of this though, he can test out his new magic on this new foe.
Vert walks over to the front door and opens it. The woman has a major cut on her arm and is crying from the pain. The woman looks up to Vert with a face full of sorrow and need. Vert begins to have thoughts that maybe he was a bit too harsh on the people given to him and he should take care of them better... or at least protect them from danger.
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Vert puts a hand on the head of the woman and gives her a smile.
"Don't worry, I'll take of it." and with that being said, Vert disappears from the view of the woman as he makes his way quickly into the village. Screams followed by a loud roar echo throughout the village and give Vert help in finding where the fight is going on at. Finally finding where the fight is, Vert can several people trying to limp away from the bear but it is gaining on them at a rapid pace. Vert stops and begins to enchant one of his newest spells but the courageous screaming of a familiar kid breaks his focus.
"Over here you giant piece of shit!" yells Drakier's son while holding a familiar sword in his hand. The Dire Bear had heard the insult and decided to charge at the boy. Vert decides to watch this all unfold and only intervene when someone is getting ready to die.
The boy has an unwavering amount of confidence and draws his sword above his head to the point where the tip of the blade is going to touch the bottom of his back. Wind engulfs the blade and throws droplets of water in many directions as it is still raining. With the power in the sword reaching its maximum limit and the Dire Bear drawing very near, Drakier's kid releases his hidden power while screaming in the name of his God.
"In the name of Yuria, die fowl beast!"
As the boy brings the blade downwards towards the ground, a slash of wind shoots through the air and towards the Dire Bear about fifteen feet in front of him. The slash of wind breaks the sound barrier and creates an explosion of sound as it hits the Dire Bear directly in the face. The Dire Bear's head is sent backwards and it is flipped onto its back. Vert, being slightly impressed by the young one's powers, does a little clap to praise the kid.The Dire Bear seems lifeless at first but it slowly begins to stir awake after a few seconds.
The kid's face goes from confident to horrorified as the Dire Bear rolls over and faces him once more. A fresh vertical scar was placed on the Dire Bear's forehead but other than that, the wind attack did nothing. The Dire Bear, more furious than before, begins a full speed charge at the boy who attacked it. The boy falls backwards and stares at the Dire bear with eyes of terror. Vert facepalms and shakes his head.
'Not this again. You have so much potential. Well I guess this is my queue to interfere.'
Vert disappears again and appears in front of the young boy. The young boy looks up at Vert with amazement as he is praying Vert will save him, but the Dire Bea's aura is stronger than Vert's so the boy believes the situation is dim. Vert raises his hand and begins the motion of the spell. With his thumb preventing his middle finger from moving, a small ball of wind forms in front of his middle finger. With the Dire Bear approaching at a rapid rate Vert doesn't have time to use the spell "Force" at full strength.
Finishing the flicking motion, Vert's middle finger is sent forwards and so is the ball of wind. A blast of wind explodes from Vert's hands and creates cuts on the ground around him as the ball hurls towards the Dire Bear faster than the speed of light. The Dire Bear's skull explodes and so does the rest of its body. A small line is left from where the ball cut through the atmosphere with its insane speed. Blood and guts fly from the now nearly nonexistent Dire Bear.
Vert looks down at his fingers with surprise as he had not expected Force to be this strong but maybe it's because he is full of power at the moment. As the people around Vert witnessed his power first hand, they completely have faith in their new God and begin to think very highly of him.
You have gained 17 new followers!
"What... How did this happen?" Vert says as he notices the message in his head.
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