Now then, on to the actual story(almost lol, I just had to give him a name....). For those of you wondering what will happen, well here is what I can tell you... I have no fucking idea either... Shall we find out?
(we start the story next chapter)
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"My lord, are you alright?" A rather important looking priest asked me. I nodded, not wanting my true stats to be exposed so easily.
After a moment of deliberation I activated my 4th skill, the inquiry skill. This was just to give me a cursory glance at the rough strengths of everyone in this room. To my surprise many of the people's power levels showed up as "???". Indicating that they were either far away from me or under my level of power by a large portion.
No, let me rephrase that, far above me was a given, what was really being shown were which ones I might have the ability to trick into thinking that I was more powerful then they were.
Through the use of the first use of the skill, and on a large number of people, skill number four has risen a level. Effect increased to give a rough estimation of strength through coloration of number.
Surprisingly, that was easy.. Far too easy, I smell troll gods at work here...
Instantly all of the far's and close's that I could see took on a tinge of color, from yellow to light purple. Seriously? Who uses yellow and purple in order to differentiate between good and bad? This is essentially useless right now until I get a better grasp of which color I could control and which one was out of my league... for now....
"That is good," The priest who had asked the question earlier said, nodding up and down. A moment later, he flinched as if a he had just thought of something. He hesitated to ask me his new question that he no doubt just thought of...
"Excuse me my lord, but do you have a name?" I stared at the man blankly. Of course I have a name, it was....
it was....
....
did her seriously?
...
make me forget my name?
...
Once more my heart filled with rage at this unknown entity whose new favorite hobby was fucking with my life.
Seeing my hesitation the man nodded a few times to himself then made the announcement and suggestion to all of the people present before I could stop him.
"Our hero needs a name as he has decided to cast his old identity aside and help us with our problems. Please your holy-ness, pray for a divine oracle on what our hero's new name shall be!"
This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
Thunderous applause followed the announcement much to my distress. Suddenly, an old fat guy sitting by the throne (not on it) knelt down with his hands raised to the sky. All people followed his example of kneeling down. The room went silent, so silent that you could hear a pin drop. Nobody dared to breath for the fear that they may invoke the gods wrath.
This god that they are praying to, he couldn't possibly be?...
As I wondered whether this country supported or was against the god which had tormented me so for the past five minutes, the silence continued. On and on, nobody daring to break it until a name was announced by the pope. I made the decision at that point that if this was a "religious" conflict in origin, I would side with the faction that was against this cruel god...
One minute passed... Five.... Ten, Suddenly one of the guards in the back of the room ripped a massive fart. It echoed throughout the room, accompanied by the simultaneous turning of several hundred bowed heads to see who the source of the sound was.
After the first echo died out, the pope stood up...
Oh god
NO
THIS IS NOT FAIR
DONT YOU DARE!!!!
OR I FUCKING SWEAR I WILL- "I have received the divine oracle of our lord, the hero's new name shall be 'Fartiman Tinklebim'"
WHY CRUEL WORLD!!!!!
To confirm if this was actually happening or not, I decided to open my status, and there it was, plain as day
Name : Fartiman Tinklebim
The crowd unleashed a torrent of thundering applause and cheers at this "divine" name, given to me by the gods themselves. I am convinced that the god was either watching and couldn't think of a 'good' name until this one spontaneously hit him, or he was the one who instigated the fart so he could give me this specific name.
I had already come to the conclusion that after I become op this country which worshiped this warped twisted god ( hey that's me :'o ) would burn to the ground, all its temples would be destroyed, all priests castrated, all idols and objects of warship shall have their existence erased. With that, my objective in this world was established...
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Seriously though guys, next time is story I promise....
That name though...