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Five days had passed since Michael Eydo—now Eydros, the Weaver of Realities—revealed his presence to the people of Kireya. Since then, a slow but steady rhythm had begun to form in the temple and the village below.
The temple was no longer cold and abandoned. It breathed now. Fresh straw mats replaced the moldy floor patches. The air carried the scent of wild herbs and incense. Offerings adorned the altar daily: roots, fruits, charms, even a hand-carved wooden owl left by a child who believed Eydros must love dreams as much as night birds.
Above the altar, Eydros' statue loomed unchanged in stone—save for the sword.
Nyxveil.
Its ethereal black form shimmered like starlight veiled in obsidian, now embedded at the statue's base when not in use. Villagers treated it as sacred, never daring to touch, only bowing before it. When Eydros fought, it vanished—ripped through space to his grip in divine battles unseen by mortal eyes.
Below the statue, however, another blade had been placed with ceremonial reverence.
Final Warden.
The first sword he had ever wielded back on Earth—an old but resilient single-edged saber with a curved back and weighty, simple grip. It bore the dents and scratches of a thousand training hours. To anyone else, it was just an old weapon.
To Baret, his chosen Saint, it was a covenant.
Michael had given it to him not as a tool, but as a reminder. The blade marked his humble beginnings, a symbol that even a god had once been mortal.
And that was what the villagers needed to believe.
[Divine Realm — Day 5]
Michael sat cross-legged on a floating stone dais in his Divine Kingdom.
Though not yet fully formed, this pocket reality now had a skeleton of existence—a cosmos-in-the-making. Gravity bent gently toward the dais at the center. Floating islands loomed in the void, like puzzle pieces drifting before placement. Some bore hints of architecture, others remained barren.
But one side—distant and darker—pulled at him.
It was the corner he would shape into hell.
He had been pondering it for days.
A place for condemned souls?
A trial ground?
Or maybe, more honestly, a realm to lock away what even gods feared?
He wasn't sure yet. But the rules were clear.
Every Authority needed a full expression: Heaven and Hell. Dream and Nightmare. Wisdom and Madness. Space and Void.
Hell was not optional. It was part of balance.
And Michael had always been meticulous about balance.
Still, his divine instinct warned him not to rush the shaping. Building hell was like crafting a prison from your own fears—one wrong stroke and the cage turns inward.
Instead, he pulled open the [DIVINE MARKET] interface. It shimmered like cracked glass before solidifying into lines of glowing text.
[DIVINE MARKET - TRADE HUB ACCESS]
You may trade Faith, Divinity, Skills, Offerings, Materials, and Relics with other gods.
All trades are mediated. Theft and exploitation are punishable by system banishment.
Top Listings:
[Blessing of Fertility] — 500 FP
[Minor Water Purification Sigil] — 350 FP
[D-Class Dream Beast Egg] — 2,000 FP
[Recipe: Celestial Steel Ingot] — 1 DP
[Hellflame Coal (1 unit)] — 750 FP
[Skill Scroll: "Echo in Shadow"] — 1,100 FP
[Temple Blueprint: "Sanctum of Duality"] — 2 DP
Michael's gaze locked on one item: Hellflame Coal.
He focused on it.
HELLFLAME COALA foundational infernal material used to spark the "First Flame" in fledgling Hells.Reacts violently to Divine Will shaped through Authority of Dream, Fire, or Judgment.Warning: Misuse can lead to unstable dimensional bleed.
"Perfect," he muttered.
He didn't have enough FP yet. But soon.
He marked it for later purchase and then slid over to the [WORLD CHAT] to scout rumors.
Muted chaos. As always.
"Bro my villagers just lit my shrine on fire what do I do—""Anyone else get a curse skill after a nightmare? Is that… normal?""Yo Eydros, was that you who glowed up last week? Big fan, that statue flex was cold.""Looking to trade animal bones for clean water rune.""Is anyone making a HELL yet or am I the only lunatic??"
He smirked. He wasn't the only one, then.
He replied casually:
[Eydros]: Hell isn't made. It's earned. Wait and see.
A few gods responded with fire emojis. One god named PlagueWitch just wrote "Respect."
He closed the feed, returned to his dais, and meditated.
[Kireya Village — Day 5]
Baret Orlan stood at the village's edge beside a horse-drawn cart and three younger villagers. One of them, a tall woman named Rae, clutched a rolled-up parchment. Another, Leron the hunter, carried his bow with casual readiness. The last was a boy—Tenn—too young for battle but quick of tongue.
"We head east," Baret said. "The villages of Somar and Ridgeway know of us, but they haven't seen the light. That changes now."
Lina stood nearby with a pouch of dried herbs. "Are you going to perform miracles?"
Baret smiled. "We won't need to. Eydros already has."
Rae unfurled the parchment. It depicted the statue, the light show, and a simplified explanation of Faith Points and blessings. Part scripture, part system breakdown, part marketing pitch. Eydros himself had approved the design.
Tenn cracked his knuckles. "I'll get 'em talking. I know how to spin a tale."
"You don't need to spin," Baret said. "Truth is enough."
They departed under a rising sun, determined to convert, persuade, or at least plant seeds of curiosity.
[Divine Realm — Later]
Michael stood at the border of the dark zone of his divine realm.
He raised a hand, and a ring of violet fire flared to life around his palm—still nascent, unfocused.
But soon, with Hellflame Coal, with enough belief, with the shape of nightmare and fire and judgment…
He would burn truth into reality.
This realm would hold his light.
And his shadow.
[System Notification]
FP GAINED (Day 5): +209New Followers from Ridgeway: 8 x F-rankNew Followers from Somar: 3 x E-rankTotal FP: 394 / 1,000Next Trade Unlock (Hellflame Coal): 750 FP
Dreamscape Node forming within Divine Realm...Estimated time until access: 3 days
Michael exhaled slowly. Progress. He wasn't rushing. Every step mattered.
His eyes turned toward Nyxveil.
And beyond that—to Final Warden.
Soon, he'd need more Saints. More swords. More stories.
And if the gods above or the nightmares below had a problem with that…
They could come find him.
He'd be waiting.