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Just some things I wanted to say before hand so you can’t get upset down the line. I’m writing this to restart my motivation for writing. While I have every intention to continue this story if people like it, I’m liable to lose my motivation at the drop of a hat and drop this project. Hopefully that doesn't happen. Secondly, while I like thinking up and creating stories, the bane of my existence is grammar. I couldn’t care less about small grammatical mistakes but if you see bigger ones your more than welcome to mention them and I’ll see about fixing them. Third, while I have an idea about where to go with the story I readily welcome input. You guys might have some awesome ideas that I haven’t thought of and I’m more than willing to incorporate them into the story. I might ask for help regularly, especially with names because I am horrible at inventing names. The story will follow the MC as he changes his world and interacts with other gods. When he becomes more powerful he will be able to visit his world first hand and interact as an adventurer or something. Haven't decided yet. I’m going to keep the word count for each chapter above 2000 and I will try to update every few days. Also if you like the story be respectful and treat other as you would want to be treated. If you don’t like the story then I guess you can say whatever you want. This is my first time posting on this site so bare with me. I’m rushing through the first three chapters and not being as careful as I should be but oh well.

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Where am I? The last thing I remember was being surrounded by my family as I passed away. It’s weird. One second I’m with my family and the next I’m sitting in a white room. Their wasn’t much to the room. Just a few chairs to the left, a door that lead to who knows where and a speaker placed above the door.

“Next!” the speaker announced.

What? Are they talking to me? I glance around the room before nervously making my way to the door. As I’m walking I notice I’m holding a folder. Looking inside it all I see are three blank pieces of paper. I make my way through the door to find yet again another entirely white room. This time a man on the opposite side was sitting at his desk. He had a very neat appearance, black hair trimmed short, suit crisp. Stacks of papers were on his desk which he was constantly reviewing before making changes to them. I pause for a second not to sure what to do before heading to the man.

“um, I’m not to sure…”

“Jacob Hart” the man interrupted as he pulled out a file and started reviewing it.

“Yes, thats me, but I don’t understand. Where am I? What am I doing here? Am I dead? Is this Heaven?” The man rolled his eyes at me before flipping through the file.

“ We have reviewed your application and surprisingly your tests were in the acceptable range.”

“ Application? Test?” The man narrowed his eyes at me, obviously annoyed.

“Your application for the job. You tested average on most test. Soul stability: 1243, soul resistance: 1467, soul flexibility:1367…”

He continued on for a while as he read my apparent test scores from the file he was holding. Some I had a vague understanding of what they could mean while others I had no Idea.

“ Now, do you have any prior experience?”

“ Prior ex… look I have no Idea what your talking about, what this whole thing is about or what I’m doing here. The last thing I remember was dying and then I appeared in that white room next door.”

“ So no prior experience. Do you have any references?” He said as he wrote in the file.

“What? Ugh! How in the world am…!”

“The folder” he sneered.

I brought the folder up not sure how three blank pieces of paper would count as references. The man snatched the folder, opening it up he took out the first paper. He waved his hand over it and suddenly a glowing crest appeared. I couldn’t get a good look from my seat but it look like part of the crest looked like some dice.

“Hmm, blessed by the lesser goddess of luck.” He said as he wrote something down.

Me, blessed by the goddess of luck. There must be a mistake. I wouldn’t have considered myself lucky when I was alive. He picked up the next paper, waved a hand over it and recorded the results.

“Interesting, blessed by the higher god of nature.”

Blessed by a god of nature? Well that makes more sense than the goddess of luck. During my later years in life I was apart of Greenpeace. During my earlier years I was more rebellious in my passion, joining some, cough, more dubious organizations who shared my passion for nature. He wiped his hand over the last paper.

“Blessed by the Elder god of chaos”. As he finished writing he glanced at me and saw how confused I was. “Don’t worry, chaos is always blessing people. It doesn’t mean anything, he just does it to sow chaos in the universe. Anyway it seems that everything is in order”.

He pulled out a stamp, stamped a few of the papers in my file before standing up and making his way towards me.

“Congratulation,” he said “your a god.”

The next thing I knew he shot his hand out causing the stamp in his hand to make contact with my chest. The second it did searing pain coursed through my body. The pain was so intense I immediately collapsed. The last thing I saw before unconsciousness took me was that man as he stared un-compassionately down at me.

When I finally gained consciousness I was floating, surrounded by darkness and naked.

“Your awake, good, we can get this started” a familiar voice said. The man from before suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“What is going on? What did you do to me?”

“Were you not paying attention? You are now a god. We’ve had an opening recently and we needed it filled. Their aren’t that many people whose soul can handle being turned into a god but of the millions of people we’ve tested and interviewed you were the best we found on such short notice. You will be replacing the previous god of balance and governing over his world.” This was so hard to Believe. Me, a god?

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“What happen to the previous god of balance?”

“He went against his nature. Instead of creating balance in his world he instead interfered to much and used his world like his own personal play thing. After a while his sins piled up and the council of elder gods scattered him across the universes. Obviously being a god he is immortal, but his essence will take and eternity to reform, not to mention how painful it is to have your essence scattered. I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Umm. It seem just because I’m a god doesn’t mean I can get cocky. I should make sure I don’t get on the elder god’s bad side.

I glance around the empty space we were floating in and asked “ What is this place?”

“ This is your realm. Here, everything is in your control. You’re pretty new so your space is smaller than most. The size of your space reflects how much power you have at your command. Two more things. I only came to make sure you understand your role. So first thing, your new title is Lesser god of Light and Darkness also known as the Lesser god of Balance. Secondly, see that white dot.” The man pointed to a faint white light that I hadn’t noticed before. “ That leads to the common realm that all gods share across the multi universe. When you get bored you can visit there and talk with other gods. Well that should be it. I got a lot of work to do.” He said as he started to make his way towards the faint light.

“Wait! I don’t know how to be a god. What am I suppose to do?”

“Do? You can do anything. You’re a god.”

With that he disappeared leaving me alone and naked surrounded by what seemed like a never ending darkness. It took a while for me to be motivated to do anything. I was literally thrown into this situation by that man, who I never even got his name, with little to no information. Where is this world I’m suppose to govern. How am I suppose to govern it. What kind of rules and restriction are there. I have no idea what to do. The only thing I did know was that I didn’t want to die.

“I guess I should try to explore a bit.”

The man said that my space was small which I didn’t see how that was possible. The never ending darkness looked like it never ended. I started to try to move my body which was harder than one might think. It took a lot of flailing to get my body to slowly drift in the direction I wanted. It wasn’t long before I hit a wall. Looking at it, it did;t seem like a wall. It seemed like I could just continue on going forward but when I reached my hand out I felt resistance. I follow along the wall to check the boarders of my space. At the end I found out that my space was the size of a small house. Well, now what? Their’s not much to do in this space but float.

After floating for what seemed like hours, not that I could tell time in this empty void, I started to get pissed.

“Ugh, what is with this place! Am I suppose to float here for all eternity, at least give me some land to stand on!” I yell as I stamp my foot in frustration, huffing as I had my temper tantrum.

As I stamped my foot I felt something impact it. I looked at my foot and saw a small patch of dirt. Wha? Where did this come from. Thinking about it that guy did say that everything in this space is under my control. Did I accidentally create this. If I’m a god shouldn’t I have some kind of power to change and create things. I tried yelling, stomping and wishing for more earth but none of those things changed anything. Let’s calm down and think. Maybe if I meditate I can find some kind of energy source inside of me that was the cause of this. I crossed my legs and meditated while floating. I looked deep inside of me, trying to sense anything that could possibly be different about my new godly body. I don’t know how long I meditated for, again I can’t tell time in this endless space, but eventually I felt something. A wide grin spread across my face. It was just for a second but I was sure this is what I was looking for.

Again and again I tried to sense the power within me. Ten times, fifty times, one hundred times. I concentrated and practiced until I didn’t need to meditate anymore. I could feel that lump of power even when I wasn’t meditating. I’ve made contact with it but how do I use this power to create land. I begin experimenting with it to see if I can move the power and manipulate it at will. Slowly I work with it and start to manipulate it inside my body. It’s difficult but I soon lose myself in my practice and before long I’m able to shape it into a perfect circle, then a square, then a spiral. I move it to my fingers and then to my toes. After that I try to move it outside of my body. This is even more difficult than manipulating it in my body.

As I practice manipulating my power outside of my body I think back to when I first created that small patch of dirt. Why did a patch of dirt form? Was it the words that I spoke, I don’t think so. How can this ‘magic’ if you will, form dirt just because of the words spoken. Does my magic know the english language? More likely it was the image of dirt I had in my head at the time.

Once I’m comfortable manipulating my magic outside my body I start my first real test in using it. I bring my magic out of my body and push it down under my feet. Spreading out my magic below my feet I start to think of dirt, willing my magic to change into something solid, something earth like. I imagine how dirt looks, how it feel when you touch it and how it feels walking on it. Soon the the magic under my feet seems to become much more solid. It starts to waver, changing into dirt and back into my power multiple times until finally it stabilizes into a patch of dirt big enough for two people to stand on. Suddenly exhaustion takes hold of me. I felt like I just ran a mile. I looked into my self to see that a lot of magic power was gone. Fortunately I could see it slowly being refiled. This is going to take a while.