AN: So yesterday I spoke of a few things with one of the readers. One of which was the topic of when the MC will be going back to Terra. Don't know if they noticed the edit or not, but it'll be towards the end of chapter six when he'll be summoned to there once more.

One other note, it'll have a bit of a Ground Hog's day vibe, as he'll have to go through the world called Terra multiple times before finally drawing out the God in charge. Which is why I would like to know if you folks have any ideas on how I should have our MC kill the Tribunal.

As always, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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"War," my voice shook the entirety of the room, as the last of those who were curious trickled into the room. The room itself wasn't much to look upon, to be honest. What with its four walls around two hundred and fifty metres across from one another. Each of the walls, including the floor and ceiling were of bare, dark stone which gave off its own glow which seemed to drink in the shadows until all that was left was an odd and unexplained light. Of which brightened up the space considerably, and caused my person no end of confusion, but did not allow it to bother my person in the end.

In any case, those before my person scoffed at the notion of war, as they are each intimately aware of how terrible it is. However, "War?" clicked an skeletal human in torn cloth as it leaned up against a silver tipped spear, "If that's all you want to offer us, then I'm leaving." In so saying, the creature righted its body, spun around, and made way for the exit with almost fifty others.

To this end, I merely shrugged my shoulders and continued with, "You may leave, but those who stay will be granted a strength far surpassing their own current state. Not to mention the prize for winning this war will grant those of whom complete a set amount of tasks will be elevated to the position of God. As well as be granted the right to rule over a Godless world."

Once spoken of, six images erupted from my person in the shape of worlds of varying landmasses and oceans. These flowed from my chest to orbit around my body in a sluggish manner so as to allow those who desired to attend could witness them in their splendor. However, there was one world I had desired to remove from my collection for various reasons. One of which was the fact that it held the most amount of humans, whilst the other was that it was wholly undeveloped at that time. Which meant there were only a few settlements, with the rest being untamed forests, tundras, plains, and the like. Each with its own dangers and unknown creatures just waiting to be discovered.

This is what I reveled to those before my person, whilst the other five worlds retreated back inside my body. To which I allowed its image to grow and set it within the centre of the room. "Behold," my four arms opened wide as though to receive something grand, "the untamed world of Amak Duul. For it is this world that I shall gift to the one being, or multiple beings, who ascend to the rank of God or Goddess once this war is won."

Yes. I dangled that which many within this world of Azzarath had coveted, a world they could rule over and do as they wish. Thus many surged forward with greed glinting in their eyes, whilst many seemed to drool at the prospect of being the only one to own and operate their own world. Especially when Azazel and her pantheon had removed the ability for others to become Gods and Goddesses, implementing a system which only allowed others to achieve Immortality.

However, "What do we have to do?" asked one of their number, a Kobold male who wore only a loincloth about his lower person, and tribal beads upon his chest and arms. This one, though he held the glint of greed and coveted the world for his own, was still skeptical as to what the details were.

"It is quite simple, really, you are to kill, or put for an instrument which will lead to the death of millions." Yes. Many did gasp at such an ambition, and there were many more who collapsed at such an "impossible feat".

"That's impossible," cried out a Lamia, of whom deflated into a heap containing her and her lower snake half.

"Perhaps," my voice was full of amusement, "but there are other requirements to this quest of yours."

"Such as?" questioned another Kobold with the same clothing as the one before.

"Such as the slaying of a god." Yes. This caused an uproar like no other, and many desired to leave the room, but found themselves barred as the pair of skeletal Behemoths stood in their way, "No one is to leave until I finished revealing my words to you." Unfortunately, a few had decided to forgo listening to my voice, and opted to attack both the Behemoths and my person. To which ended with their persons being ripped apart by the creatures at the entrance, or simply being fed to Gahn as their bodies were liquefied in my grasp.

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"Will there be any more interruptions?" I called out to the now fearful mass of beings, to which many shook their heads quickly, "Very well, then." After nodding to the crowd, my skull tilted towards the ceiling where I did intone a very different spell, "<>."

[AWAITING COMMAND]

These words came as blue flame being etched into the very fabric of our reality, to which many gaped in awe and wonderment at such a marvel. For this spell is only available to those of whom have earned the right to be called a God or Goddess, and must rule over a single world for nearly ten cycles.

"<>."

[GUILD CREATION SET. AWAITING INPUT OF FUNDS]

"<>," I began once more, as all eyes seemed to strafe between my person and these words, "<>." After such words were spoken, five small portals of shadowed crimson erupted around my person, whilst a much larger hole opened up below the words which hung in the air. From these portals of mine came the sound of coins clinking together, and from these sounds came a large mass of gold coins and Discs which flew out of the Void Space where they were situated, and into the gaping maw of the other.

No. It did not take everything, but did leave a considerable dent in my bank. As such, I would receive quite the angry rant of one of my Greed Demons I had employed as an Accountant of sorts. Of which would detailed how angry it had become at the loss of a large amount of funds. However, as I do not need to use much, and have deigned to take what I desire, I had amassed quite the fortune. Enough to make hundreds of worlds full of greedy monarchies send out their armies to try and claim it for themselves.

If one would ask my person how much I actually had, I would tell them, "I do not know, but it is enough."

In any case, it was enough to make all within the room to grow quite as they stared upon my person in shock at the large torrent of riches which vanished into the other portal. Even to this day, I still remember the faces of those beings who decided to follow my person in order to complete the quest I had put out before them. Of which caused many to worship the very air I stirred as I walked past their bodies.

Indeed, but that is for another time, perhaps. For you should know I detest such antics towards my person, and would rather a simple acknowledgement of my passing. Nothing more.

Continuing on with the story, after I had completed in the creation of this in Guild, Clan, or what have you, I enacted the next portion of this venture. Which was, "<>." This then prompted my person of the fact that many had already joined other factions, guilds, or clans.

Of course, I had something just in case something like this occurred. For I used a bit more of my funds to, "<>."

For those who do not know, once such a Command is given, a prompt is handed over to the leaders of such areas. This entails that one of their members has been invited into a prestigious Guild which also extends to their persons and their associates. They then have the option of joining such a venture, or discarding it altogether.

However, as I am who I am, I have the ability to reveal what benefits I so choose to these individuals if they decide to follow my person. In this case, I revealed everything, which was quite a lot, to be fair. For with this absorption into the Guild called "Black Parade", every member will be given a free pass into the realm of Lesser Immortal. Of which means they will be able to come back as many times as they so choose without many adverse effects to their persons.

Even upon our world of Terra, every being born is a Lesser Immortal. For I do not believe they would survive for very long after coming of age and venturing into one of the many Dungeon Towers of Forge. Or even into the lairs of the Dungeon Masters of O'tuul, especially when those of whom are not in such a realm as my people  only have one life to live.

In any case, all except for one guild decided to become a part of my own, to which I watched as those who were once the leaders of such groups of individuals were allotted the ability to appear by my side to view the one who would now lead them into further glory...