Ferrudion sneered at the furry little creature in front of him. As the descendant of a greater god he had been blessed with a humanoid body that he could model as he pleased. The creature in front of him, on the other hand, was limited to the form it was born in.

And said form resembled a ferret more than it did a human. While capable of walking on two legs, his father's secretary spend most of its time scurrying around on all fours. Unfortunately, this creature had something he needed: an unlimited dimensional artifact.

"Howdy mate," Ferrudion addressed the creature with a fake smile on his lips, "Father wants me to run an errand and needs me to borrow your dimensional artifact."

The creature looked genuinely surprised.

"I did not know his Glorificness had returned. Would you mind waiting for a moment while I confirm this?"

The lesser deities grubby paws were already trying to invoke the communication magic as it spoke.

"Hold it, he is not. If he were, why would he need me to run an errand, duh?"

Ferrudion paused, waiting for some sign of agreement. Instead, the secretary's face showed only a faint smile.

'What's he smiling for?'

"Then how did his Glorificness communicate this 'errand' to you?" the ferretoid inquired.

Ferrudion groaned.

"It's a family secret, duh. Now stop yapping and give me your artifact!"

A derisive grin slipped through the ferret's trained mask, but Ferrudion did not notice.

"I am afraid that without his Glorificness' approval I simply cannot do so."

"Oh shut it!" Ferrudion snapped and stomped his feet on the office floor.

Fortunately, everything in his father's realm had been built for gods, so the stomp did no damage. The noise, however, would have been deafening for a mortal.

"But if you shared your task with me, I could see to it that..."

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"No can do, duh. It is my task! Don't you know who I am?"

The ferretoid roled its eyes. This time, Ferrudion was paying attention.

"You... I am the son of your boss!"

Ferrudion manifested his nascent powers. Though nascent they may be, they were still greater god powers.

The air itself seemed to shudder as free electrons were ripped from everywhere. The sudden currents were visible as sizzles of plazma shot toward Ferrudion. If the ferretoid had not shielded itself with its own powers, it would have fried.

"I WILL tell your father," it commented before summoning the artifact and handing it over to Ferrudion.

"Whenever he gets back, duh!"

And with that Ferrudion channeled power into the glowing blue sphere without setting a location.

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"Poof!"

Ferrudion plopped out in the middle of the air, which was actually lucky.

Since he had not bothered setting a location, there was a not negligible chance that he might pop out somewhere without air.

Ferrudion, of course, did not bother with such contemplation.

"Wheee!"

Right now, he was enjoying falling. Spreading out his arms and legs like a certain dirt ball's so-called sky divers might, he enjoyed the rush of air. Thanks to his godly abilities, he did not pass out.

Only when his eardrums popped, did he recall the little matter of pressure... and landing.

Naturally, turning his body into a splat would not kill a greater god, even a nascent greater god. Then again, reforming his body without aid might take him a few decades, even in this managy-rich environment so...

Ferrudion expanded his soul, the enormously dense soul of a greater god, outwards and took control of the free managy outside his body. Using free managy was way less exhausting than rousing the condensed and tightly bound managy in one's body.

'Up, up, up!' he commanded it in his thoughts. And sure enough, the air suddenly started flowing up, countering gravity. Of course, he could use some more practice.

"Whump!"

He had barely managed to right himself before splashing into the water in a spectacular fountain at around 60mph (~200kmh).

The speed drove him deep into the cool layer. He barely felt his left arm snap under the impact. And it was not the only part of him that hurt. His whole body was in shock.

While his dense soul was already working to restore him to his desired state, the unfamiliar sensations left him in wonderment.

'Superb! Wow! I should do that again. Maybe if I align myself better, I won't break anything..."

Although he was not quite ready to move his body yet, he quickly managed to loosen some of the managy inside of him.

Since he wanted to restore his body using the density of his soul to pressure the material dimension into his desired shape, expanding it outward to shape the free managy would and thereby decreasing its density would slow his healing.

Instead, he loosened some of his bound managy, and pushed it outwards.

'Up!'

His order was the same if slightly less urgent, but the much denser water was more effective at pushing is body upwards. It swiftly moved his paralyzed form upwards until, finally, his head broke through the surface.

He did not stop until even his feet were outside. Then, he allowed himself to fall backwards. Filling his lungs with air, he drifted like a dead man - or teenager rather - on the calm waves.