The image and concept the other soul had communicated to him were confusing.

‘So it is some sort of transport vessel?’

Ferrudion knew mortals could not use dimensional travel, but this ‘ship’ thing was unexpectedly complex. The information transmitted had been insufficient for him to understand it.

『“Then the waves are a side effect of the mortal vessel's movements?”』

『“Exactly! It has nothing to do with me!”』

That would explain why the waves reappeared after a few minutes. He had only used a tiny amount of managy to keep the waters calm; and while the ship was still out of its tiny area of effect, the waves it was creating were not.

They continuously crashed into the artificially calmed area and quickly exhausted the managy.

‘If I had used a proper managy construct, it would have lasted longer, but that is such a bother.’

『“What is a great existence like you doing in my body, anyways?”』the water inquired.

『“Being bored while restituting my body, duh.”』

『“Oh. Did something attack you?”』

A big fat hint of worry carried over with the soul transmission.

『“Of course not, duh.”』

If something had attacked him, he would have blasted it out of existence, discomfort or not. And if it were too strong for that, he would borp himself out of there, right back to his father's boring realm.

‘Father would be mad, but my absconding would quickly be forgotten if he saw me injured by another god.’

『“Then why are you injured?”』

『“Why do you care?”』

『“Maybe I could help you.”』

Ferrudion snorted and sent a wave of disbelief at the other soul.

『“You? Help ME?”』

『“If it is a material injury, then I probably can. Healing magic is my forte.”』

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Magic. It was another term for managy construction. Managy being the only energy that was both spiritual and material, its applications were endless. Of course...

‘Heh, if it thinks it can take over my body with such shoddily condensed managy, it will be in for a surprise.’

『“Sure. If you heal me, I will graciously forgive you.”』

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To his surprise, the water had not tried to steal his body.

‘It must not be so stupid, after all.’

Instead, it had completely healed him and then comfortably carried him to the offender: the ‘ship’.

And that's why Ferrudion was currently staring at a giant wooden monstrosity cutting through the water like his father's hands through matter.

The part above the water was at least twenty times his height. And at 5'7" (~170cm) Ferrudion's mortal body was not too shabby.

“Wow!”

‘It is not bad for something built by mortals.’

『“Want me to get you up there?”』the water asked eagerly.

『“Yes.”』

Ferrudion was too busy using the free managy around himself to carefully brush against the ship to notice the relief radiating off its soul. The god, young and ignorant of liquid mechanics, would be off its back.

The water rose in a tall wave, carrying the greater god's small body upwards and towards the ship before splashing harmlessly on its deck, depositing him there.

Ferrudion blinked as his soul brushed against countless others. To prevent himself from accidentally smothering the tiny blips, he drew it inwards, only covering his body and immediate surroundings.

Of course, his body and soul were in different dimensions, but the location in spacetime remained the same. If your definition of spacetime included the spiritual dimension, that is.

He turned his head in the direction of the closest soul.

A man stood there, gaping at Ferrudion.

“Asalanta pihish!o...” someone behind Ferrudion shouted.

‘Must be the local mortal language.’

Ferrudion had never studied mortal languages, but he knew they had them. And he had learned how to learn any language.

Well, he had never tried this with a mortal, but what could go wrong?

Extending a teeny weeny thread of his soul towards the dim blip that was the soul of the gaping man before him, he gently touched it.

It was the same method he had used with the water earlier, just much less intense.

『“I,”』he transmitted a visual image of himself, trying not to overwhelm the mortal with something as enormous as his idea of himself.

The mortal blinked in confusion.

Unlike the water whose soul had been big enough to process a bunch of ideas and concepts simultaneously, this soul could be ripped apart by a single sentence.

『“Great god,”』he transmitted a vague outline of the idea of greater godhood.

The mortal froze.

“Aaah! Gah! Urgh...”

Moments after that series of pained noises, he fell to the ground, clutching his head and moaning.

‘…… It was but an outline of the whole idea! And it not even a concept, just an idea!’

The voice behind Ferrudion shouted some more. Soon after, someone rushed past him toward the man convulsing on the ground.

The shouting person, a man whose body looked as juvenile as the nascent god's, finally gave up on shouting from behind and stepped in front of Ferrudion.

Pointing a finger at the greater god's chest with an accusatory expression on his face, he yammered something unintelligible in their mortal tongue.

‘Should I give it another try?’

Ferrudion stretched out another tendril of his soul, this time towards the soul of the teen, which seemed much denser.