Unholy_Student

[God of Games] 8 – Playing with Magic

Added 2025-07-01 05:22:08 +0000 UTC

Once I had twisted the single strand of Divine Energy to the point of morphing into Mana, I shuddered as the energy suddenly flooded my form, the sheer amount of mana filling my being from ‘head’ to ‘toe.’

Wrangling the energy under control with my will, I guided the energy to my center, where I began to condense and compact the mana into a sphere. Once I had it contained, I let out a sigh of relief before hearing a knock at the door.

Standing up, I stepped over to the door and looked through the peephole. It was that Goddess, from when I first moved in.

I opened the door and greeted the Goddess of Nature, “Uhia, right?” I asked awkwardly, having forgotten her name.

“Ihna,” she corrected before speaking, “Were you prolactin’s Magic?”

“How did you know?” I asked, curious.

“It’s easy for most gods who dabbled in Magic to detect, especially Goddesses like myself who’ve taken a deep interest in Magic that dabbles in Life and Nature as a whole,” she explained, her antlers giggling with her head.

“You’ve learned Druidism?” I asked, curious.

“I’ve been around for nearly a century, I’ve learned more than just Druidism,” she cryptically corrected me.

“Impressive,” I answered, “May I ask why you are here?” I inquired, wondering why she approached me in the first place.

She went quiet for a moment before speaking, “I wanted to make a deal.”

That surprised me. I had learned about the Deals between gods, contracts forged between Gods with moderate to severe consequences. Typically, these Deals between gods only occurred when it was important, such as forming Pantheons, Establishing Subservience, conducting important business, or forming partnerships.

“What kind of deal?” I asked cautiously.

"The kind that will benefit us both," she smirked, "I offer what I have learned of Magic throughout my life, in exchange for a favor."

Without any ounce of hesitation, I answered, "No," which seemed to surprise her slightly.

"Why?" She asked rather directly.

"Because I do not want to owe anyone anything, especially not a favor of all things. Now, if that's all you wished to speak of, you may leave," I gestured to the door.

Much to my surprise, she left, leaving me alone in my little apartment once again.

Locking the door, I stepped back to the center of the room where I began to continue practicing control over the mana, trying to increase the speed at which I could guide the mana throughout my body.

Minutes began to pass as I manipulated the man with sheer will alone, then hours, then days.

Before I knew it, I spent nearly two entire days messing around with Mana, pushing the man out of my body and manipulating it outside of my body, forming the mana into various shapes before eventually accidently imbuing the mana with the water in the air and ending with a ball of water floating before me.

Curious and wanting to see if this worked with other elements, I started infusing the mana with various elements that had wild and sometimes unpredictable effects.

For example, I tried infusing the mana with 'Earth,' only to forget about the very water in the air and end up with mud on my floor. Mud that I had to clean up.

Continuing this process, I ended up finding out how to make the most basic of elemental spells.

Fireball, Dirtball, Airball, Waterball, and Mudball.

There were likely countless other variations, but I'd put that behind for now, as I had enough Divine Energy remaining to try and get another follower.

My thought process was this: I needed more followers, I couldn't guarantee Otis, with his low intelligence, would be able to survive long enough to spread my religion, so I figured I may as well try and 'recruit' more believers and keep doing this until I can gather enough in one place to form a 'Church,' or cult if there exists an official 'church' sponsored or ruling over a nation that notices my activity and doesn't like it.

I already had the 'coordinates' of the planet in my mind because of Otis, so I planned on staying on the planet until I wanted to expand to another world. Though if the Demon invasion became uncontrollable and unavoidable, it may end up being better if I abandon the world eventually to the Demons, essentially leaving the planet to the fate of the other Gods on the planet, or doom the planet to the Demons and watch as it becomes a 'Demon World,' a world infested entirely by demons and essentially becoming gateways for the Demons to expand across the universe with unending numbers.

Usually, these Demon Worlds became breeding pits. They acted more like extensions of Hell itself, with what sentient beings remained on the planet being turned into livestock or slaves, typically both. But enough about that grim topic; instead, I focused my mind on stretching my consciousness towards the world.

This time, I began looking for something else; instead of desperation, I sought someone who craved strength. I wanted someone who'd fight tooth and nail for every scrap of power and to survive, and several days later, when I finally found a potential target, I cringed.

...

Deep within the undercities of the Grand Luxen Empire, an Empire which ruled over hundreds of villages, dozens of towns, and multiple large cities, lay a single ratman. Ratmen were the vermin monsters commonly found under the cities of man and elf, their sheer tenacity and birth rate allowing for them to churn out countless numbers to replace their losses, making the Ratmen appear as monsters worse than Goblins. This hatred towards the Ratmen meant most Ratmen did not live past a year of age, most of their kind being culled at first sight and regularly cleansed from the sewers and ancient labyrinthine undercities, only for their number to surge back to what it once was, if not even more, before being culled again.

Of the countless Ratmen that skittered around the undercities, fighting and scavenging for food, there existed a runt. A Ratmen that was smaller than its kin and weaker too, leading it to be more malnourished than the others, as whatever food it found was stolen by its stronger kin, leaving it with the scraps of scraps.

This ratman wanted nothing more than to rip and tear its kin apart like its instincts shouted it to, to show that it was better than its kin and that it was the strongest Ratman and the 'King,' but it simply didn't have the strength, that is, until it heard a voice it both didn't understood but also understood as it appeared before it eyes in words it both did and did not understand.

[You seek Strength? You seek to become better? You strive to survive? The God of Games offers his blessing to help you achieve what you desire. Do you accept?]

These strange symbols could give strength? The ratman reached out its claws towards the words, and accepted.

[God of Games has renamed your Race]

[Race Name: Small Skaven]

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Name: N/A

Race: Small Skaven

Class: N/A

Level: 1

Health: 70/70 (14)

Stamina: 37/60 (14)

Strength: 3 - Agility: 6

Perception: 17 - Reaction: 6