Chapter 5: Godhood Forums

Player K000 8118 9039 POV:

Unfortunately, I had to spend a few hours getting used to my new body, so in the end I decided not to visit the servers today. Instead, I returned back to Godhood Online after checking the Race Status which was not much at all.

Race: Kaimera

Population: Nil

Power System: 1 Skill Node

Back in the cave, I noticed that there was a large altar in the once empty cave, 20 metre by 10 metre large. It was a sacrificial altar, my means of gaining more God Power. The altar was a solid white block, without any carvings or anything, except for a single gem floating in the air above it. The gem was shaped like a scale, and had a translucent and lustrous brown hue. I was sure that if it were to be destroyed, so would I. I spawned in two Kaimeras, one male and one female. I fully intended to create a self sustaining population in the future but for now I would have to spawn in more members. I was left with only 60 God Power, which I promptly poured into my Power System, adding a second independent node. So far my Power System consisted of only two independent nodes, but my envisioned Power System would be like the old skill trees of classic RPGs. My two nodes were Vitality and Strength. The description for each node was like so:

Vitality: Strengthens resistance to illnesses and diseases. Increases stamina, fertility, rate of regeneration and longevity. Slightly increases rate of growth and durability of body. Allows for regeneration of all organic body parts.

Strength: Increases muscle size, strength, explosiveness, durability and density.

My goal for the Power System was to have various paths and skill nodes that can synergise with each other. Hopefully this would help push the advantage to intelligent beings who could better synergise the various paths. The Power System seemed to have a sort of instinct based interface for those without the minds to even comprehend it. It would just place the skill points into the skill which corresponds to the attribute that the monster uses the most frequently. So far everything I implemented was passive skills, but I was going to implement active skills at some point to give Kaimeras another edge over monsters. I decided to leave after realising that there really was not much I could do. I was unable to mentally communicate with my race, or send any sort of divine message and what not. It turned out I was too anxious to see what I could do with my new race.

So in the end I decided to leave the two Kaimeras to their own devices first. It seems that I was going to end up visiting the two new servers I had access to. I returned back to my house, before once again leaving, with a new destination in mind; Godhood Forums. I found myself in a large hall. The hall had a gaudy bright red carpet, tables and various booths, no, exhibits. It seemed like a stereotypical comic con, or some other informal convention. Not that I ever went to one before. Before this whole ordeal, I was somewhat anti-social in a sense. I mean sure I had friends, but I never really recalled anyone I would be able to claim would have my back against impossible odds or anyone that I would take a bullet for. Thanks to my behaviour, I spent most of my time at home, throwing myself into the world of novels, anime and manga. I guess I was sort of a weebo though I spent more time in novels than I did in manga and anime combined. Enough, I was digressing to much.

I flinched when an arrow lit up in front of me pointing towards an exhibit in front of me. Making my way over, I glanced around while wondering why so few people were around. I snarled, my voice a low rumble as I felt myself colliding into someone. I look around and furrowed by brows when I noticed no one. “Hey! Down here!” I looked down, feeling a little embarrassed that I had forgotten about my new form. I looked at what seemed like a Halfling to me. I noticed that the “Halfling” was a tall man about two metres tall though height is relative. I was surprised to see the man was accompanied by a woman. I was caught off guard when I realised both of them were gorgeous, people I would be more likely to see on television or magazines than anywhere near me, at least before the arrival of Apocalypse.

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The man was well built, muscles clearly defined against the suit he was wearing, his hair was a radiant blond while he had a sort of charm about him that made me want to befriend him. The woman he was with had long black hair, a voluptuous body with stunning curves and an air of innocence and purity about her. I was a little confused why she was looking downwards, but when she snuck a glance at my package, blushing as she did, I realised that I was still naked. This unsettled me. The instincts and hormones in my body was causing some issues, I did not even realise I was naked as I was so comfortable wearing nothing, that was clearly not human behaviour. On the flip side, I never felt so confident and powerful so I guess that there were benefits. Another thing was I would have already sprouted if I saw a woman like that, but oddly enough, she just was not able to overpower my simple desire to not get hard. This was fascinating, not only do my instincts and hormones change, I even gained stronger will power and self control.

“Hey!” I startled as the man shouted out, I shook my head a little to clear my head of all these distracting thoughts. “I’m so sorry about that, and for bumping into you. Nice to meet you, I’m…” I trailed off as I realised I did not have a name. “It’s ok, my name is Fenrir and this lovely lady is Valkyrie” Fenrir quickly replied to save me the embarrassment of trailing off halfway like that. It was ingenious that Fenrir worked around the lack of a name by using a mythical creature’s name. Apocalypse probably was unable to rid us of the names of mythical creatures without affecting the memories we had of said creatures. “My name is Kaimera. Spelled with a K, A, I,” I clarified, because chimera and Kaimera sounded the same. “Ah, I see what you did there,” Fenrir replied. “I’m guessing you’re new here?”, he followed up. Before I could ask, he said, “I saw how you flinched moments after entering here, I’m guessing that was because you saw the arrow. Also I’m sure I would have recognised a superhuman like you.” That does make sense, I must have looked like such a noob.

“What’s a superhuman?”, I asked. “Ah, I keep forgetting you’re new here. We categorise everyone into a few types here. Inhumans are the creatures more removed from humans, ranging from animals, to slime monsters, to dragons, to elementals, etc. Superhumans are the ones that are essentially enhanced humans with changes ranging from magic and superpowers to transformations, like us.” Fenrir answered. “What do you mean like us? And who is she?” I spoke pointing at Valkyrie. “Let me answer both of them. We are sort of like beastmen except we can change at will, as I’m sure you have guessed from our names, I am a wolf based beastman, and she is a eagle based beastman. I got her from the Create Creature function as creating your own race is heavily discounted, only the God Power cost halved and converted to days. Hey, let’s head over to a table to take a sit instead of standing around.”

We moved over to a nearby table to take a seat at Fenrir’s suggestion. I watched as the seat shifted into a large beanbag suitable for me and I promptly lay down on it facing the table. Fenrir and Valkyrie took their seats opposite me and I noticed how Fenrir’s seat was one-man white couch, Valkyrie’s was an elegant black wooden chair with various intricate patterns carved on it. The table seemed to be a single large blob which sunk a little when pressure was applied before hardening. “Why do we need to be categorised?” I asked. “It is to help us when we discuss and share strategies. Sharing a strategy suitable for a slime with a normal human isn’t exactly going to be helpful, after all you can’t expect a human to do what a slime can, now can you? Well aside from that, we are also further classified into three main schools of thought, three archetypes and three social structures. Really complicated in my opinion.” Fenrir replied. At this point, Valkyrie seemed to have built up enough courage and said, “I’ll explain this part. If you’re ok with it, I mean,” I gave her a nod and she proceeded. “The three schools of thought are swarm, balanced and boss. They correspond to the cost of each unit of a race, with swarm being the cheapest and boss being the most expensive. The three archetypes are tank, glass cannon and jack. You do understand what I mean so far right?” Valkyrie looked to me for confirmation. I replied, “If I understand you so far, the schools of thought correspond to the God Power needed to make a member of a race, and archetype is the specifics of each race, such as tank and dps, or a generalist approach.” “Yes, you’re right. So umm, the social structures are, democratic, dictatorship, and hive mind. Well there are also variants of these structures like meritocracy, patriarchy or slavery,” Valkyrie finished up.

“I’m just curious but how do memories and personalities work in the Create Creature function? And why are you two helping me so much?” I spoke up, deciding that now was a good time to address the elephant in the room. “For your first question, a created creature doesn’t have memories, but can have a personality. Naturally, the personality can be subject to changes just like a normal person. As for your second question… Would you believe me if I said I just felt that the two of us could work together and that you didn’t seem like the shady sort of person? Also, you just seemed a little lost, I guess, not quite sure how to phrase it, but you seemed sort of confused in general, if that makes sense to you,” Fenrir replied.

Personally, I was not expecting such an emotionally driven act from such a rational seeming person, and it bugged me that he said I looked lost or confused. For some reason, I felt a little peeved, so I uttered a quick thank you and left. I could not help but feel distraught. Why was I so upset? Perhaps he struck home closer than I liked? “Argh!” I roared in frustration. “Never mind all that,” I said shaking my head, “I just need to focus on running my world. Shit! I forgot to ask for advice.” Feeling a little conflicted about going back so quickly after leaving like that, I was a little embarrassed about going back. In the end I decided to consult them, disregarding my shame, the stakes are a lot higher now, I really cannot afford to let my emotions drive me around.