issac

His voice was loud yet somewhat soothing, and Issac could feel as he's anger disappears for a second. but then, his pride kicks in.

"Hello to you as well. What does milord want from me in this here beautiful day?

Issac noticed that his voice was significantly quieter now. He also noticed his eyes turned to a normal color as the blue fires that once occupied them were blown out.

The one whom created him and all the guardians that were likely watching sat down on the grass (note from our god protagonist: yes, grass does exist, I made it something universal to all planets where plants could grow) and simply smiled at issac.

Soon after, both his (or she's, he didn't recognize the animal he transformed to, thus he couldn't determine if he was a male or female) transformed to a beautiful shade of gold mixed with ever changing hues blue and green on thier edges instead of the painting like looks they had before.

issac, please inform me, why did you have to kill so many of these poor creatures?

issac didn't have an answer. He thought for a moment

Was it to make an impressive entrance? Or perhaps was it because they annoyed him in some way? No. That would imply their existence had some sort of significance. It was probably because-

and why do they not have significance?

issac froze for a moment. He immediately realized what was going on. "Are you reading my thoughts?"

perhaps. Answer my question please.

issac didn't even need to think about this one.

They are mortals. Mere specs In the grandness and scale of the universe. Whatever they do will have no long term significance on us higher beings, the life spans of most of them is but a moment for us. Why should I care for such inferior beings? In fact, just by interacting with them, even if it was by killing them, I gave their life more significance then it would have ever had otherwise.

is that so... Issac, are you aware just how bad you just mad yourself look?

What? Replied Issac in confusion.

well... You already appear to be a aware of the fact that all the millions of other guardians besides you are watching this event as it unfolds, but you did not seem to take into account that most of them do actually cherish the lives of these so called "insignificant specs" and that includes many of the ones I named myself. Do not be mistaken, I care naught for what happened to these creatures, I intervened because many of the other guardians asked me to.

Issac was shocked. Not only did he anger several million other guardians with he's behavior, but their reaction was so significant, the universe itself intervened.

When he's shock dissolved however, it was replaced by anger. A lot of anger. How dare they think of him badly?! And not only that, but they complained about him too?! This was... this was... unacceptable!!!! He'll show them... Oh he'll show them alright. As soon as the one who's In charge, the one who is standing in material form in front of him goes back to he's 'metaphorical sleep" he'll show them... They will regret their attitude towards him! The universe won't care right? It didn't care for these creatures, why would it care for the other guardians?! As long as he didn't kill the named ones it should be fine right?!

issac.

He snapped out of he's thoughts of revenge for a moment.

you do remember I can here your thoughts right?

Well shit this is pretty bad isn't it?

issac...

The gatter were starting to wake up from the explosion of light. They looked in a mix of awe and confusion.

One of them, enraged at how cocky this creature that dared talk to their god and creator in such a manner is still alive, decided to take matters into he's own hands.

The gaterr charged the creator of all things with his weapon, and fell immediately to the ground, having died on the spot. Needless to say, this was a very dumb idea on his part. The god didn't even turn he's gaze to the corpse of what was once a powerful worrier.

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you thought me for a fool, and you shall pay the price. I thought to release you with a warning, but your situation is worse then I expected. I shall now send you somewhere, where you will learn how is it like to live the life of an "insignificant mortal". does that sound fair to you? No? Well, I do not care either way. Have fun my child!

And everything went black.

22 years later

kint

It was a day like any other for kint. He woke up on a bad that he desperately needed to swap out, as his back felt like it just got broken in places he didn't know backs could break at. He was just exaggerating obviously, but he really hoped he could save up enough money to buy a new one soon. He looked around at the clean floors of his new bedroom.

He moved to this house recently, and the fact the floors were not broken and it was not filled to the brim with insects and rodents that were acting sort of like uninvited roommates that set up shop in his house was wonderful.

He only managed to find the money to move out of that practical ruin of a house three days ago, and he was really glad that he did. Not only was it more comfortable for him, he was also closer to the dungeon! He too, was surprised when the dungeons started popping up all over the eight continents right after the discovery of portal magic, but hey, he isn't complaining. These spots where many monsters concentrated in were a massive boost to the the world's economy, and monster slayers could now gain much more money without needing to slay either very strong monsters, or many weaker ones in order to earn good pay, they were also able to train much easier to slay said strong monsters.

Infact, it was one of these dungeons that gave him the chance to earn enough money to move out of the mess that was he's village after "that incident"

Kint didn't complain though. He had a new, albeit empty house, he had enough cash flow to afford food and still be able to save up to buy furniture, and the community bathouse became free after the increase in taxes because of the dungeon. (Security issues needed to be addressed, taxes went up but more benefits were given as to not anger the population, this was one of them)

Anyways, dungeons were world bending power houses and had contained many chests with important loot in them. For example, tokens.

Tokens were, effectively, a way to gain building materials. The different material each token represented was shown by it's color, and quantity dictated by token size. Tokens can be used by throwing them to the ground, in which time they proceed to disappear, and instead of them there will be a pile of, for example, stone blocks of equivalent size, or bars if the token is of metal.

It's not recommended being next to someone when he or she throws it at the ground.

He looked at himself in the mirror. One of the only objects he moved from his last home. He proceeded to use mana manipulation to clean his teeth even though some would say it was a waste of mana, he argued that he didn't have the money yet to afford anything better, like a toothbrush for example.

He brushed his hair, and then proceeded to wear his leather jacket and look at his status.

Name: kint

Surname: N\A

Skills:

Fire manipulation II

Fire ball III

Fire wall I

Flame thrower I

Air manipulation I

Air dash I

Water manipulation I

Clean II

Titles: N\A, [N\A]

perks:

[Mana affinity II] [learning rate I] [luck II]

mana: 49\50

Race: Terran, human, [N\A]

Health status: good

medical Conditions: common cold, [N\A]

Age: 18, [N\A]

Kint looked satisfied. 4 years ago, the discovery of status menus changed the world completely. Now, people could see and evaluate how strong was someone, and more Easley designate them to jobs well suited for them, as well as discovering health conditions and hidden skills much easier.

And if we're talking about medical conditions, it seems he has the common cold! But that didn't concern him as much as he's other condition: [N\A].

He didn't really understand what N\A exactly is, but it was usually there to be instead of something that is missing. Usually next to surnames for those not of noble birth, or under medical conditions when someone isn't sick. However, in his case, it seemed as if something was missing almost out of any category. It freaked him out a bit, but no one else seems to notice this on he's status bord, except for him.

But, as of right now, he didn't really know if he could fix that, or if he should even care about it. After all, it wasn't really hurting him, or so it seemed. Maybe it was like that for everyone and like they couldn't see it on his status bord, he couldn't see it on their status boards. But he had a feeling this wasn't the case...

Anyways, he'll need to get that checked be a healer and then hop into the dungeon, after all it's gonna cost him much to heal from this, and he didn't have a lot of money to he's name as of now.

off to the dungeon he goes!

god

I was excited to say the least. I worked on this for years, building dungeon mechanics, perks titles and events, skills metals as well as creating the whole history of terra, or basically fantasy earth. I made a brand new massive galaxy myself, placed 9 guardians there, and, to spice up the soon to start power struggle even put Issac's avatar and placed him there, making it so slowly he'll regain he's powers and memories.

Not only that, but the creation of a realm "outside of my influence" (which was, by the way, completely and utterly false, if you didn't get the idea by now) and plaguing said realm with Lovecraftian monsters, as well as setting up some "heros" which were basically creatures with insane potential, and one man to manipulate teleport magic to "escape my influence", this is going to be great fun, I can already tell.

Now, all the pieces and dolls are in place, and as even the puppeteers have strings attached to them, let the show begin!