Meanwhile in the divine realm of a certain goddess.

The ruler of this realm is the goddess Artisia. Her domain is that of golems or similar constructs as well as their creation.

Sadly, due to a lack of interest in the creation of these automatons she lacks worshipers. Even worse for her she cannot even communicate directly with these worshipers, since she has no priests or prophets of her religion in this world.

All she can do is grand minor blessings to these tinkerers to slightly improve their skills. When she finds some really promising individual she might even be able to give them a sort of hint in the form a quest.

But those individuals are really rare, so she mostly just spends her time watching her worshipers do the same things over and over again. She uses a giant crystal screen that allows her to see what her worshipers are doing, as well as their status and current quests.

˝Man this is really getting borring.˝ she mutters to herself. ˝Well at least one of my worshipers gives me some good pies as donations. I wonder if she even knows that I just take them from the shrine, maybe she thinks some kids take it or something.˝ She shrugs and gets off her throne. She starts walking towards her magical refrigiration device to get another slice of pie.

She glances at the currently empty screen and chuckles. Not because it was empty, but because she saw her current outfit and looks in the crystal. Her hairstyle, if you can even call it that, was just her short brown hair pointing in all directions, her bored brown eyes were constantly looking around to see if anything fun was going on in her realm. Which of course there wasn't.

Then she looked down at her body, she was thankful that gods couldn't gain weight, so she had a perfect body even after eating sweets and pastries all the time. Though due to her current attire she did not really look like much of a goddess. She just wore some loose black pants, a white shirt and some fluffy slippers.

˝If someone saw me like this I would be super embarrassed. Well not like I had any visitors these past 500 years. And all my subordinates are already used to me dressing like this.˝ She smilled while walking closer to the fridge. Then to her surprise something unexpected happened. She opened the fridge and nothing was left except an apple. She was sure there were still a whole pie in there before.

´There can be only one culprit.´ She thought to herself. She picked up the apple and started walking back to the throne. She was furrious. Midway to the throne she stopped, inhalled as much as she could and yelled at the top of her lungs so that every single one of her subordinates could hear it.

˝How many times have I fucking told you to stop stealing food out of my fridge! Liz, you lazy little gnome, I'm going to give you the longest, most difficult mission when I find you!˝

All around her there were some dwarves, little faires and gnomes that shook their heads simultaneously. `This happens way too often.˙ They all thought to themselves.

Felling a liitle bit less frustrated Artisia bit into the apple and sat on the throne.

˝Hm, even though I said I will give her a mission, it's not like I have any to give her.˝ She sighed. Only to notice something, there was a notification on her crystal screen. Her eyes went wide when she read it, since she never thought something like this would happen. Her eyes were shining with anticipation. The notification read:

NEW SYSTEM USER DETECTED

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RACE DETECTED AS: SENTIENT CONSTRUCT

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CONTACTING GODDESS OF CONSTRUCTS ARTISIA

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PLEASE CONFIRM TRANSPORTATION OF NEW USER TO DIVINE REALM

She dropped her apple stood up and raised her both her hands and then while smilling as much as she possibly could she said:

˝Yes, finaly something exciting, who knows what kind of being it might be. Oh man this must be my lucky day!˝

She quickly confirmed the the transportation and sat on the throne to wait for the being to appear

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A giant portal appeared in front of the throne, out of it fell a humanoid metal contruct. It started slowly getting up, it was struggling a bit, probably due to all rust on it's legs. But to her that was part of it's charm, this being was more than she could have hoped for. It was clearly contruct and clearly sentient, otherwise it would not be able to get access to the system. Which meant it was a perfect being to use as a prophet or a hero to spread the religion of the goddess of constructs.

When the construct stood up it started looking around confused, clearly unaware what has transpired. Then looked forward and saw a woman sitting on a throne.

The goddess smilled and said: ˝Welcome to my divine realm construct, I am the goddess of constructs Artisia. May I inquire your name?˝

The construct looked at her from her head to her slippers with his giant red eyes. And finally he spoke with a mechanical, but clearly male voice.

˝Greetings, I am a robot helper named Alfred, at least that was my designation given to me by my previous master.˝ While thinking of his previous master he looked down at the floor, confused why he was experiencing some sort of disturbance while thinking of the demise of his previous master. ´Could be damaged code, he thought.´

Then he continued speaking to Artisia.

˝I do want to inform you that, if you are some sort of divine entity, your current apparel is clearly not appropriate according to my knowledge˝

Artisia looked horrified and immensely embarrassed, she forgot to change into more appropriate clothes since she was so eager to meet this new user.

˝Yo,you just wait here a bit, I will be right back!¨ She yelped while running towards what seemed like a two story house.

´Clearly her domicile, I wonder why she ran away with such a red face, maybe she has a fever.´ Thought Alfred. Then immediately focused his vision back to the throne.

Behind the throne there was another person, slowly eating a stolen pie while grinning.

´Serves you right, you idiot goddess. But hey this construct seems sofisticated, much better than the ones down on Terra. Still not my problem what she does with it.´ Liz thought to herself, almost choking on a slice of pie.