“Dead.” Elias said. He couldn’t believe it. He spent an entire hour knowing he was dead, but he didn’t care. He instead spent his time learning how to ‘control his new body’. That didn’t made any sense.

He wanted to see his father again, to hug his mother another time, but they were dead, and so was he. Why did he keep his memories? Couldn’t they erase them and make him start anew?

Elias thought that they had made him keep his memories just to watch him suffer. He was going to suffer.

His family was gone. He was gone. Everyone was gone. He had nobody now. “WHAT DO I DO!?” He shouted, but got no answer.

He couldn’t even cry, because he was no longer human.

Didn’t that mean that he was a monster?

He was a lonely monster now. He didn’t want to be a lonely monster. But he was.

And he couldn’t do anything about it.

He was just a boy. He didn’t even make it into adulthood, his family was taken away by the greed of humans. Then, did humans deserved to be saved? Such horrible beings should be saved? War, hunger, suffering, pain. Everything they had done until now had been evil.

They hunted and mass killed monsters because of their precious parts, or because they were ugly, or because they tried to feed themselves on their cattle. Who was the true monster?

No.

He was going insane. He had seen it before, on the slaves. They become mad and do horrible things. He didn’t want to be like that. He wasn’t going insane.

He missed his family and wouldn’t see them again, but he wasn’t going insane because of that. There’s good people out there. Right? Like… His father, he was human, but he wasn’t evil. That’s why humans should be saved. Or so he thought.

He wasn’t a monster. Even if his body wasn’t human, his soul was.

In the end, he didn’t know. He was just a teen, after all.

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After some hours of reflecting, mourning, reflecting and mourning, Elias accepted his reality.

He looked around his core room, not knowing what to do. Should he make some monsters to defend? That made sense. But what if someone came and saw the monsters, then mistake him as evil?

Then Elias realized that this was the center of the world. And that no one would probably come here ever.

Then it was okay to create some monsters, just in case. Elias then focused, he remembered what the voice had told him to do. ‘Focus on a space, imagine a creature, and force it into reality’. Elias imagined a knight in white armor, wielding a sword and having an inspiring aura. Then, suddenly, space distorted and from that distortion, came a knight.

It was tall, almost 6 feet tall. Its pure white armor reflected the changing light of his crystal like a mirror, its sword was sheathed on his waist, inside a scabbard made of a strange, white leather. His face unseen, covered by an unnatural shadow coming from his helmet.

It stood there motionless, awaiting a command from his creator. Elias thought it was a bit creepy that he didn’t move even an inch, but it probably was a mindless being, but just in case, he decided to speak.

“Hi?” Elias said, but the knight stood there unmoving.

‘So, it is mindless.’ Elias thought.

He then made four more knights. They weren’t knights thought, just monsters that looked like knights.

“You… Stay here and protect my core.” Elias ordered them, trying to look imposing, and failing miserably.

‘Now, what do I do?’ He wondered. Should he go to the surface and explore this new world? It would be strange if he was in the same world he was born it. ‘Maybe magic doesn’t exist here’. Elias was excited by the endless possibilities.

He decided to go explore his new world. ‘But I’m the world core, so I would be exploring himself?’ Elias left aside those strange thoughts, and began going up. As he thought his conscience was going to crash with the stone, it went through it as if it wasn’t there.

‘Convenient’ He thought, and started going fast, really fast.

So fast that when he finally got to the surface, he kept on flying until nearly reaching the clouds. Elias was surprised. He knew he was going fast but he was going way faster than he thought. It’s hard to measure one speed while going through solid rock.

Elias looked down, and realized that he was above a tall mountain. Snow covered it’s peak and a forest was at it’s base, that extended many kilometers. Said mountain was familiar to him, but he couldn’t tell why.

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Elias descended to the mountain’s peak, and started to admire the beautiful view. He was beginning to realize what was given to him. He had reincarnated as a god-like entity. He could create anything out of nothingness. Of course, he couldn’t create an almighty, unbeatable servant to protect him. He had his limits, he discovered this on his own.

If he created too many things or something too strong it would tire him. It was like physical exercise. Creating something simple, like an insect or a rock was so easy that it didn’t tire him at all. Creating 50.000 armed and powerful orcs required effort and wasn’t easy. And creating an all-powerful weapon that could disintegrate entire planets with just touching them was waaaaay out of his league.

In the end. He wasn’t an omnipotent god. Only a very powerful being. Not THAT powerful, but very powerful.

Elias then started flying around, looking for civilization.

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“But arcane magics don’t depend on a god to power it, arcane will always work no matter what. You can’t say that about divine magic, right Clement?” A girl around 20 years old said to a middle-age man.

Grath couldn’t do anything but ignore the discussion that was happening right behind him. Alysa and Clement always discussed about this topic. What is superior? Arcane or Divine magic? To him they were both the same, but it seems that divine magic relies on a god, while arcane magic doesn’t.

It was stupid, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

“But divine magic shows the gods that we, their faithful servants, still believe in them. If we don’t show respect to our makers, then we wouldn’t be better than the monsters roaming the wilderness.” Clement said. He was a warrior-priest, a warrior capable of using healing magic. He used a cloak and religious clothes, but below them he had an armor.

Alysa instead wore a white robe and casual clothes, she wielded a quarterstaff that doubled as a magic staff, and she had a dagger strapped to her side.

Grath was the stereotypical warrior, wearing heavy armor and an oversized sword that had serrated blades.

They were adventurers, and were currently heading back to the city of Artheral. They had just finished their mission. Hunt down a wild chimera that was causing trouble to the local nobles.

“You two could please stop arguing for a minute? You have been discussing since we killed the chimera. I’m having a headache now.” Grath said. He hit his head during the fight with the chimera and the between Alysa and Clement just made it worse.

They then stopped. Grath would usually let them argue without saying a word, so his headache must be really bad.

They continued walking in silence for several minutes.

Far too much silence. Far too long.

They should have started arguing again. Something weird was happening.

Clement was just praying in silence, but Alysa seemed nervous. She had been acting strange ever since they defeated that chimera.

She was sweating a bit. That would be normal, but the fact that she didn’t stop looking behind her every once in a while, began to worry him.

He had to ask.

He then walked up to her, and put his hand on her shoulder. She jumped a little and brought her quarterstaff to his face. He had scared her, so he also had to pay the price.

And with a thud, his headache worsened.

Grath brought his hand to his face. If his headache was bad, now it was terrible.

“Grath!” Alysa shouted to him, while Clement watched amused.

“You got some quick reflexes there.” Grath said while stopping his nose bleeding. She had hit him pretty hard.

“Don’t scare me like that!” She nearly shouted. “You are lucky that I didn’t use a spell!”

“Yes, you’re right.” He said.

“But tell me, what's wrong?” He asked her, and she resumed her nervous demeanor.

“There’s something watching us.”