[STATUS 10]

World: Etris

Age: 43

Continents- 3

Sentient Races- 8(Possibility of Hybrids and Development)

Dungeons-120

Gods-1 Prime, 7 Major, 25 minor.

Biome Condition- Peak

Animal/Monster popular- Adequate

Environmental Mana- Peak

Estimated time of Civilization- 2,500 to 100,000 years

Name: Digaos, God of Creation (New)

Looking at the status Digaos sighs. Up to 100,000 years before anything good happens, now they know why other gods usually apprentice before starting their own world. Patience, something the young god did not have.

“System, is there anyway to speed up civilization?” Digaos inquires to large golden status screen that might as well be their parent. Letters start to glide immediately across it

Should they just go down anyways? Accelerating time forward, while not impossible would drain him for awhile. As they consider options a break in space occurs, followed by a gaseous form of dreams comes through the break. Digaos shivers upon seeing the overseer senior god appear in their chambers.

They knows that having a non corporeal or even non humanoid for is the norm for gods. It’s also know Digaos is an outlier in having a form so close to those that serve, but that knowledge doesn’t change the discomfort they feel while processing the superior’s shape.

All new creation Gods were assigned a senior God upon the formation of their soul. Digaos's first coherent thought was the eldritch being in front of them blasting mental images and memories to give it a basic understanding of Being.

“Ozhioth'endil, I’ve finished all you have assigned. I’ve even created a Pantheon non dependent on me. Now when can I start having some fun?” Digaos asked as calmly as they could string the words brimming in their mouth together

Images flash into the mind of Digaos, translating into the thoughts of Ozhioth'endil. Nothing different from his usual retorts for the over zealous young God, patience it all stems back to that.

The Young god stood viewing the newly created world with desire, not for what it was but will be, as they waited for their senior to leave.

Ozhioth’endil viewed the system of this world one more time, distorted the space around it in acceptance, and communicated to its young junior that they would return upon the worlds secondary civilization mark to check in on them.

As the familiar cracks in space opened and the ethereal god slipped out. With a sudden wave of Digaos’s hand infused with Ether, the empty space in front of them now had substance.

Standing in front of the new creation, thoughts ran through the divine beings head.

Why did they know what a mirror is? They had never seen one, none were present on their planet, the place they had been since their shared birth.

The being in the mirror also felt foreign, they created their own image upon conception. One so close to humanoid it was shocking.

At over 7ft they were a slim being in a vaguely feminine body, with facial features sharper and more in line with a male. The rough skin, grainy like marble is a flat grey with segments of golden ether running through like veins.

Four Gold flaked black iris’ peer back in the mirror, as they adjust to the form in front of them a hair tie comes loose distorting their vision as long straight black hair falls around the face.

They move hands across themselves, a pair across their stomach, and another on their chest. Finally all four hands feel across the surface of their sharp featured face.

With four arms and four eyes, the resemblance to the human races were distorted enough to pass over with the other gods.

Why did they choose this form, before they even knew what a humanoid was? Why were they so obsessed with civilization? Most of all why couldn’t the Divine help move things along?!

Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.

Glass shatters and skitters across the empty as the realization hits Digaos. Of course, if the divine couldn’t, then a humanoid would just have too.

“ENFORIA!!” The yell reverberates throughout the white void of their chamber and rocks the world below. Within moments a Young girl with hair the color of tanned skin and skin as blue as the clearest sapphire is standing close enough to grasp.

“Yes father?” Why had they created the pantheon with gender in mind, let alone allow them to assign one to their creator.

“I’m leaving for a bit please take over.” Shock can’t even describe the look she gave.

“Father, were you called to another world already? It’s to early for you to leave, the mana here would collapse!” Fear spread like smoke through the air.

Sometimes Digaos forgot these Gods of his were still children, even the oldest of them Enforia, created to be his messenger to the others, had this side to her. It made them smile.

“No, I don’t plan on leaving this world in fact I have the amazing idea to go down and visit myself.” Before she could retort with what was already forming across her lips, they continued. “ Calm child, I do not plan on going in my godly form, I will just pop into a humanoid body long enough to try it out and speed things along then come back”

“How long do you plan on being?” Worry draining visibly now that she knew Father had a plan.

“Just long enough that it seems a normal humanoid could make a difference . Three or four decades at most.” As the words left their mouth Enforia completely returned to her pristine calms state.

They continue “ Will you handle any issues that arise between now and then and inform the pantheon? I’d like to be left alone for as long as possible in that form.” All they receive back is “Yes, father”

At a last glance the Deity glanced toward the panels surround them memorizing the landscape of the plain below. A formation in the center on both humanoid continents catches their eyes.

The towers, the most advanced creation of theirs, one ingrained into the existence of the world. Granted each tower only had a couple floors currently due to the sentient nature of them they would grow exponentially.

A self growing infinite structure, each floor different for each being, even them. A smile spread across Digaos face, the excitement brimming in knowing soon they would be able to experience their pride.

That was all that was needed, Digaos brought the system up immediately, the gold panel already felling the intention and processing.

This question actually stumped Digaos, they stated only a few decades so it had to be a short lived race, human, or halfling being the two choices. A halfling would be to big a body difference to get used too.

Instantly the form they had been in sense birth deconstructed down to pure soul. Only a vague sense of consciousness and the system remained.

Well of course not they were a god,

that’s what’s conversion was for. Thoughts directed at system to store access energy of soul to continue and fuel the world.

What was happening? Why is the system making decisions without their approval.

“STOP” Digaos attempts to yell with nothing behind their voice, they start to drift into sleep. With no control, and no options they allow it to take them.

< Host body process in search>