Thomas POV:

I looked at the list of races available, and there were a few that interested me like the Elves who had a natural advantage in magic and the Dwarves who excelled in fighting and blacksmithing (damn). Humans were probably the least interesting as although they were balanced they had no real advantages.

There were Demons, but they didn't really appeal to me. Shadowspawn were interesting but lacked physical strength and resilience, Trolls had insane regeneration but lacked intelligence. Giants were awesome if not for the fact they needed to sleep in hibernation every year for the full winter, which didn't fit with our plans.

None of them screamed out at me until I reached the bottom of the list. It was a race even I knew, one known as some of the dumbest, mischievous and ugly creatures ever conceived. I was looking at a Goblin.

It had everything I needed. Like humans, the base stats were balanced, but goblins started off the weakest there is. The one thing that drew me to them was a thing called evolution. None of the other races had the option of evolution, but goblins did.

When I talked to Felix about this he became crazy for half a minute, shouting and screaming in laughter and happiness. He then calmly went on to explain what evolution meant and what it did. I was stunned.

Although the weakest race, the goblins had the highest potential out of all the races with the ability to evolve. They grew extremely quickly compared to all other races, had a very simple culture that was looked down upon by the other races, even the Trolls, but worked in my favour to rise to the top. So I selected it and then got to work trying to fix the ugliness of the goblin genetics.

Goblins were a part of the races that began without the help of the Gods, cousins to Trolls, Orcs and Kobolds; they started out as creatures, not sentient. But a couple hundred years after all the races had long been sentient, Goblins started to evolve.

With these evolutions they became smarter, stronger and sentient. The evolved Goblins, Hobgoblins, started to build a society. The unevolved Goblins instinctually obeyed the strong, so these Hobgoblins became undisputed leaders. They started helping the unevolved evolve, building their race's strength. That was when the "higher" races caught wind of what was happening.

The description didn't say much about the war that ensued, but the Goblins lost, retreating to the far corners of the land, living in caves and caverns. But the Hobgoblins did not forget their loss, making sure to keep sentience remaining in the Goblin race.

I was deeply engrossed in the history of the Goblin race, so much so that I let Anthony handle the creation of our body midway through the process, as I was distracted by the deep, scarred past of the Goblins.

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I had always enjoyed history on Earth, the apparent pettiness wars began over, causing the death and destruction of millions. The meaning I gathered from the description of the Goblin race was that they are a godless people, shunned from society, outcasts. I felt a deeper, entrenched feeling of rage gently wash over me.

What right did the other races have to attack, hunt and kill this race that lost before the game had even begun? I felt the anguish, longing and confusion of these people, for I too had gone through this. The days begging for a scrap of food out on the streets, the bone numbing cold I endured every day. I knew this prejudice.

I awoke from my thoughts, seeing Anthony had finished the creation of our body. He had of course added more muscle definition than usual on the body, as well as intricately placed red lines on our back, forming a pattern reminiscent of a sea of red waves. It looked so cool. He asked me to take over, he had done his part, so we switched and I found myself standing next to the God, the Titan looking over the body, looking for any mistakes.

I noticed the God was thinking while staring at the Goblin body. I didn't really want to intrude, so we stood in silence for a good minute before they asked a question.

"Thomas, why did you choose, out of all the races, this one? It has no discernible racial benefits, you will start in a crude society made with the belief that only the strongest survive. I ask you, why?"

A little puzzled, I also stared at the body, clearing my head.

"Well, the first most obvious thing is the evolution aspect, no other race has that. Although the weakest, a Goblin's potential is huge. So there's that. But I also understand their history, I understand the pain and prejudice they've faced. I guess I want to help them, I want to turn the world upside down and make the Goblin race the best, because they deserve it."

The God for the first time wasn't smiling. Everything around us had stopped, just the God and I staring at each other in absolute silence. They looked at me, the unwavering gaze feeling like a million scalpels dissecting me. They then nodded in satisfaction, the God smiling once again. Everything sped back up, like nothing had happened.

"That is an answer I find… worthy. Here my child, I shall give this to you as a parting gift."

They put their hand upon my head, an intense whirlpool of rainbow light enveloping me head to toe. Briefly I felt the energy enter my body, a comforting, euphoric feeling like a cold glass of water after being without water for days.

The Titan, finally satisfied, picked me and the God up, bringing us to the place I originally arrived at.

I was kind of tired, a feeling of fraying at the edges starting to enter my mind. Veronica calmly explained that we had been, after all, in our soul form this entire time, so it made sense I would be tired. I mentally face palmed, not willing to believe how stupid I am sometimes. See, this is why I need that damn sleepy old man!

A lot of mumbo jumbo happened, with runes and symbols surrounding me, bright light surrounding me. The Titan had a look of intense concentration, the God smiling still. Seriously, were their face muscles indestructible?

With a flash, bang and pop, everything brightened, and then faded to darkness. I felt tired, so damn sleepy. So, I drifted into unconsciousness.

God of Anarchy POV:

The apostle gone, I turned to Percius, his expression one of worry. I had been pleasantly surprised by the apostle, he really was the perfect candidate.

"My God, I fear we didn't prepare him enough for the antics of the lesser Gods. I hope we have done enough."

I looked off into the horizon, knowing the danger and perils dear Thomas will face. It will be a tough path to follow.

"We can only hope, dear Percius."