Chapter 3: Becoming an Evil God

It was the morning and Nazarene was waking up, he had unconsciously while sleeping held onto Emilia, for she was the only person he can rely on to fill that lonely hole, than caused him to spiral out of control, he woke up and kissed the sleeping Emilia on the head, and made breakfast, while making breakfast Emilia had woken up and told Nazarene

“I never me, a goddess would have fallen in love with a mortal, you know you should thank me, also that was my first, gods usually don’t have relationships like that, we kinda just create other gods and families, this human body is at fault for these desires”

Nazarene looking at Emilia expressionlessly left out a sigh, despite it looking like nothing, Emilia had come to understand his expressions and understood that he was happy with her, feelings were coming back to him thanks to her, but despite his feelings coming back the hatred and angered from being abandoned and betrayed only got stronger, thanks to Emilia he knew what love was and was infuriated that all those people had to do was show kindness to him but no one ever did. He thought that even Emilia was betrayed and tossed out of heaven, thinking that only grew his hatred, he wasn't only mad at the world for his sake anymore he was mad for the sake of the person he had grown to love.

Now that they were both out of bed and eating Nazerene asked what are they, Nazarene wanted to be lovers, live for the sake of each other and protect each other no matter the situation, but all Emelia with was

“I’ll tell after the god mana transfer”

She didn't want to be considered lovers because his life wasn’t guaranteed yet, she didn't know if he was still going to live so to be able to bear the pain of him possibly being taken away she distanced herself. Nazarene knew this and only gave a light pat on the head and said that he absolutely will survive. For the past 2 years haven’t been for nothing, Nazarene physically was just as strong as any other Holy Capital soldier, he didnt work out to the point of almost dying multiple times for nothing, but most of all he thought that, absolutely no matter what he had to come back to Emelia, for she had been by herself for hundreds of years, she had endured the loneliness, it would be terrible if he had left, he’d be no different from those bastards that left him, and with those thoughts the transfer began.

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As Emelia granted him god mana, Nazarene was presented with events in his life playing over and over again millions of times in a single second, the fear of being abandoned again, the fear of being weak again, and the fear of not being able to protect all intensified, he was in unbearable pain he was seeing these events play out and his emotions began to spiral out of control, but then he suddenly felt a warm embrace, Emelia was hugging him, he then was bombarded with memories of training and memories of them spending their time with each other, the horrible thoughts were then replaced with warm ones, memories that he never could have had without Emilia, and with that he decided to live for her. Once he made that subconscious decision to not leave her, he was connected to mana and everything, and everyone on a universal scale, he had quite literally become a god.

Nazarene couldn’t figure out why he was in bed, he was by himself, and was aware as to what happened, as he woke up Emelia crying sprang into action to give Nazarene a hug Nazarene looking at Emelia asked

“Did the transfer work”

She nodded and was also embraced by Nazarene, he thought that with this power he will create a place for him and his loved ones, a place where no one can bother him, a world where he could live in peace, and the weak may also live in peace, even if it meant getting his hands dirty, he was going to make sure that no one went through what he had experienced.

Now that Nazarene had obtained god mana, he was capable of creating his own original magic, creating his own skills, and was also able to a certain extent control time. Emelia had decided to begin his training, and focus on how to use this newfound power. Since Nazarene was a genius he figured that the first skills he should add should revolve around efficiency so as a result quite easily Nazarene added Dimensional Storage, Iron Skin, Quick Hand, Quick Feet, Persuasion, Intimidation, Death Stare, Sonar Location, Poison Immunity, Fire Resistance, Cold Resistance, Auto-Healing, and Fast Learning. All these skills were preparing him to go outside, and to navigate the Inferno. Since he had god mana he thought that it’d be best if he kept it under wraps, and instead of using god mana he’d just rely on his skills to protect, for if he used god mana then he can easily flattened entire cities. Nazarene with only these skills was able to wipe out every single monster that was hiding in the Inferno. He had far surpassed the power of Emelia, which she found surprising for he was a mortal, he also added a seal skill which allowed him to put his seal on people so he can know their locations at all times, and so he would be able to track them. As days, weeks, months, and years passed Nazarene kept getting stronger and kept adding to his skills, his current level was that of a walking calamity at the age of 15, he would be able to single handedly take out smaller kingdoms that surrounded the Empire of Salfire. Emelia knowing it was time to leave the destroyed and conquered Inferno looked at Nazarene who had picked up Emelia in a princess carry and just jumped straight to the top of the inferno which is several miles high, he had left behind a crater as big as the opening of the Inferno at the bottom.

Now at the top of the Inferno both were looking around and feeling their accomplishments, Nazarene look towards the direction of the old village and using the scope skill was able to make out the village was now home to Beastmen and Demons there were no humans present, the two races got along very well for the both were taken advantage of and both treated unfairly, something that nazarene also understood. So without hesitation, Nazarene using illusionary magic covered his face with a mask and took off flying to the village.