The 11th God

The Minisveria Mystery V

[Suthain] 

It was entirely my fault to why am I here right now. I mean, I always make actions based on nothing but my sense of humour. If I find something fun I could always do it and I’d always get myself away from troubles using my privilege as a god. Who would have thought that I’d be chosen as a god right? 

I don’t really remember anything from my past. The very last memory I could remember is me sitting in a field of grass while staring at the brownish golden sun – soon to set in a couple of hours. There were nine other people sitting behind me, also not having the idea on what had happened. They were all standing accross the fields, some looking at the sky while some are examining themselves. I remain at my place and stare at the sun. 

After a few minutes, exactly when the sun sets a girl appeared in front of us. She’s dressed in red clothing, some sort of warrior-ish clothes and some black jeans with pockets – probably contains nothing – with her right hand in it. She walks with a warm smile on her face, a very welcoming initiation for someone who is completely a stranger. When she reached a certain point in front of us – probably the place she knows where everyone can hear her if ever she has something to say – she called us out by the word ‘everyone’. 

Everyone. 

She wanted everyone’s attention and everbody gave her that. We all looked at her as she raise some sort of parchment rolled and tied with a red ribbon. When her hand reaches the highest distance it could reach, the parchment duplicated itself into tens, each copy has the same look as the original one. After it finished duplicating itself, the parchments flew towards each of us. The amount of the papers is now equal to how many of us are here right now on the field while the sun sets. 

After a few seconds, the papers – airborne apparently – travel towards us, each of us having a copy of the paper. We all looked at the papers given to us and we see words we can’t understand just by reading. 

“All of you are probably confused about the parchment you are holding right now, but after a few seconds, all your questions shall be answered.” the girl said undoubtingly. 

Of all people in the field, maybe I’m the only person who doesn’t care the most on what’s currently happening. But I know that I had to do something. Something such as going along with what everybody is doing. I opened the paper that flew towards me.

Upon opening it, a white light started forming letters on the paper, some sort of message. On the paper I see words such as god and warlock.

A few moments later on, a deep voice started speaking.

"You might probably be confused right now about what is happening, I am assure of that. But welcome to Ylgaea, adventurer. I am Ysrael and I shall tell you what you need to know upon entering my world, Ylgaea. You probably know now who you are and what your role is in this world. The words on the paper are what describes who you are right now, and you must fulfill that role given to you. You are the God of Light, Suthain. Your faction is those of warlocks, adventurers who wields magic items as source of power may it be a spellbook, staff or staves. This is what describes your combat style."

"This voice you are hearing is only for you to hear, others are hearing the same voice but a different message as they do not have the same role as yours. Beware though, as the God of Light, you are not allowed to expose your true identity. Failure to do this will result into a punishment and an appropriate consequence."

That is where it all began. How I was considered a god and that now I am here, stuck in a place that I got teleported into, all alone. 

A person appeared in front of me. It was a girl with a first wrapped with some earthly shape. She smiled at me with a devilish charm, provoking me and showing some sign of danger. I smiled back at her. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? 

It's not everyday you get to see an evil girl smiling at you, right?

But then the wrong part suddenly happened. The ground started to rumble, like there's an earthquake.

The ruins I'm teleported at is old enough for the buildings to rumble and fall apart. The intensity of the crumbling grounds were constant, adamant, unchangeable. I had to find a safe place to hide preferrably outside this ruins.

I have seen this place before, back when I was still new to this world.

New to this world.

I've been living in this world for centuries already. I've been living in this world as myself for countless days and endless events. That's the privilege of being a God.

You won't experience permanent death, but the concept of death itself is enough for you to rather wish that you died permanently rather than dying again and again only to experience death again. I've seen countless deaths in front of me, most of them don't experience living again, those who were never given the privilege to live again.

Ylgaea is more like heaven, your second life except, of course, you will still die. Ylgaea gives you a second chance to live again in the world, but you must also face the consequences and extensions that exists in this world, some sort of rules and laws.

As someone who isn't as powerful enough as the so called game master I could do nothing but oblige even though it hurts me most that death is very crucial and unnecessary. Who wouldn't want a life without death, right?

Death still exists, it's just that for me it feels like it almost doesn't. Each time I die, feel pain and get hurt, I get to live again just to experience them. This is how my life turned out to be. I was given the freedom to live as who I want to be, but I should also comply with the given rules.

This is not what freedom is like. This is exactly a prison.

We get to live by our desired life, but we have to comply. Anybody can do anything inside a cell, as long as it doesn't break any prison rules. Anybody can be anyone inside the jail, but you must follow the rules given by the cops.

I found a door that leads to a bright exit. I ran towards it as the light that passes through it gets bigger.

I'm immune to blinding lights though. I mean, after all I created light. Theoretically, light appeared before I even existed in this world but in my case, as the God of Light - as what I am called - I appear to be the creator of light.

I continued running as I walk pass through the exit until a few miles from it. Then I looked back to see if she has caught up.

The outside is a forest, a familiar one. If I am not mistaken this is one of the venturing places that I have been when I was still new to this world, seeking for answers and epiphany. 

I saw a mischievous shadow coming out of the exit that I just passed through. It's the girl with lifted fists. Her expression is as calm as I thought it would be. I mean in a fight, nobody would be calm except of course, you're confident you'd win.

I'm confident I'd win.

But what's the purpose of this fight? Why am I caught up in this trouble I'm not even meant to be in? It's not that I don't want to fight, it is just that I don't see any point in forcing things through a fight.

The girl has ponytails on both ends of her head, swinging along with her movement and the pressure of the wind that we are currently feeling right now.

It's a forest, wind is a basic component.

She stopped walking for a few seconds.

I knew I had to do something on this very moment. I lifted my left hand and pointed my palm at her, "Art of the God's Light, Vanquishing."

My spell, vanquishing, creates an immense beam of light from my palms. Light always comes along with heat, and that's how it's considered as an offensive spell. Once you have touched the beam, you will be burned unless of course you dodge it, or you are able to escape after it's casted.

I didn't purposely aim at her. I knew I should aim at her but she is very far from me, I can't aim carefully when my target is far from me. Yes, let's say I am a ranged blazist - blazist refers to manipulation of light, control and emitting - but that doesn't mean I am always good at aiming from afar. My eyes don't go along with me, and it is one of the flaws I had to beat.

I saw her standing still in front of me with her fists blocking her face. I can see the burnt part on the back of her palms and it still smokes, and then she impetuously rushed towards me.

"Oh wait, you're just going to rush. Oh okay-"

Every word that I say comes along with a step backward or sideways - depending on where she is trying to hit me with her solid-coated fists. It looks like she's extremely desperate to hit me or worse, kill me.

After uncountable attempts of trying to hit me, I see her trying to breath heavily. It looks like she is agile but she's not capable of that for long.

She glared at me with those brown eyes, her ponytails swinging violently just as how she swung her burnt fists at me.

I can't believe she's still able to pull up something like that though considering the fact that the heat weakened her strength.