Now Siraj decided that he was now prepared to start his job as a patron of the mortals. In the beginning, he made some very stupid decisions not much befitting of a god, like going incognito, which was just an avatar the size of a human of him wearing a large coat and sunglasses; and awarding everybody that call him beautiful with wealth.
He would usually say to himself thinks like he would go down to the mortal world to grace the poor mortals with his endless beauty, which was according to him the greatest gift of compassion, kindness, and charity. So he rewards the ones who, according to him, 'are enlightened and brave enough to preach the absolute truth that he is beauty itself'.
So thousands of mortals, that praised him for his beauty, got some sort of rare treasure, some got golden collars, others got golden cups, sculpted jade, tanzanite rings, pearl collars, and so on... In my universe, the elements of the periodic table are formed in different stages of a star's "life" cycle.
These elements were already there in the universe's first nebula. Someone would be asking, maybe, if this planet is in the first solar system how are there so many heavy elements in it?
Returning to the subject again, he was of course too much dense to see that ninety-nine percent of the people that called him handsome were flirting with him. He did not visit the species that I recently created, because I asked him to wait for their culture to mature first.
He continued this process from mortal copper to the bronze age. Because of his intervention, legends of different forms were starting to breed among the mortal species. The haploidhumans considered him to be a sort of law user, like the legendary first teacher, that was trying to teach his law, but nobody was able to be enlighted with it yet. The first legendary teacher is one of the names that they got for me.
One version of my legend says I was the first lightning and that I gain self-awareness and started to comprehend myself becoming a law user then I found the humans and after also studying the law of the body a law that none mortal have comprehended yet, and that actually did not exist, I became the first human.
Others say I was the last haploidhuman of a previous specie of them, and that my specie, which was the actual first haploid humans would have been extinct after a monster's horde. Quite a creative bunch.
Based on these legends of me, there were two explanations for his origin. One says that he was a golden rock that got self-awareness, while the other says that he was also from this fictional extinct specie. The second has several variations one says that we are not related, the other that we are brothers, the other that we are cousins, and the other that he is my son.
The humans' and beehumans' tales were similar, with the only differences being about characters' names, descriptions, and locations, for obvious reasons.
In it, Siraj was called the timid spirit of romance, and the legend says that he falls for everyone that calls him beautiful and awards them with wealth, but he is said to be too timid, though, and runs away soon after. The emberhumans were the ones that got closer to the truth.
As the specie with the most knowledge about divine energy, they were able to perceive that Siraj was a god, and some started using the prayer system and became the first Siraj's priests. Though, they thought that he was the god of wealth.
These priests were the first divine alchemists in my universe, in theory, they could turn without the need of something like a philosopher stone lead into gold. Yes, gold.
This nonsense was possible, because of divine energy, and of course, did not involve something complex and dangerous like nuclear fission. Divine energy only performs a minor reality warping and that's it.
This is also because they are using Siraj's domain which has an enormous influence on matters of the mortal realm. Of course, they can't become wealthy by only creating gold, because it would consume much more divine energy than a mortal naturally have. Mostly they do simpler things like improving materials quality.
They started to create some crude staffs with some crude alloy made out of divine metals. They can absorb the divine energy in it to use, when needed, and put it under the soil to recharge with the divine energy concentrated in it. Most divine energy attaches itself to solid matter. So even the one in the air that they can absorb comes out of the dust in the air mostly.
"My son is quite a narcissist."I commented with my grandson Arche.
"Yes, father can be quite weird sometimes, but deep down he deeply cares for all those around him." He said a bit ashamed and trying to justify his father's peculiarities.
"Yeah, I know. Don't be worried, I am not disappointed in him, I just find his actions quite amusing sometimes. That's all. After all, everyone is different."
"I know. Changing the subject, I sometimes think if someday I will have a mother."
The boy was already a teen, but he still craves a mother's affection, and someone whole can understand his father better, and maybe take him out of his self-loving solitude situation.
"Considering how innocent, your father can be, this will surely take a while."
After our short conversation, some years based. Siraj was now meditating to pass the time. When he started to hear prayers, though these were different from the systematic ones that the emberhumans usually do, it was the first prayer from a human that he received.
"Oh, Sun. I don't know if you hear me. But the gods only bless the strong, we, the weak have no consolation. You the only consolation for us that have nothing, that shines for all, that made the plants grow. Please bless me with wealth, so that I can protect my family. I don't want them to become slaves." That prayer was not a prayer with intent to pray just an outburst of a parent that was filled with only despair, and that has a sort of poetic way.
Although Siraj was not the sun or the god of the sun, he was the god of the solar system and divinity that encompasses the sun as well. He was from one of the many small countries spread true the human continent.
The country was in the middle of the human continent, not being much far from the place where human civilization started. The region has soil with naturally weak fertility because human civilization from the era of demigods learned agriculture, but they were pioners and did not know the importance of crop rotation, even a two-crop rotation; so they grow crops slowly killing the soil fertility. Because of the presence of qi, the process took much longer to perceive, and the soil in the region is not completely dead because of this as well.
A lot of migratory waves left the regions some to the north and others to the south, ending up filling up the human continent. Humans migrated until groups stopped at some point or another, and made the region, that they considered ideal, their new home. Because of this population is very dispersed around the continent. Each region that is far from the other ended up developing its own human culture, so traditions vary a lot throughout the continent.
The central region is the most densely populated of the human continent's regions. They produce, their own food, but the harvest is dropping gradually as time passed. They ended up becoming slave sellers to the neighboring regions that have a high demand for slaves.
It was composed of several city-states with different political systems, some were pretty restrictive democracies, were only free and with citizenship, man could vote; others were simply aristocracies, and some were ruled by temples for the gods, ironically none of the priests were followers of the priest path or recognized by any god.
His city-state in specific was a plain oligarchy where the rights are measured by wealth, and whoever is richer rules. The present dictator of the city-state passed a law that whatever's family of farmers that was unable to pay the present tax would be sold as slaves in the present city auction.
And if farmers were cattle in the eyes of the city merchants and nobles, the slaves were much below cattle. Though I would not like to specify the horrors that they do to them. It is infuriating, to the point that I have to control myself to not simply destroy the city, though that would surely kill several innocent people, I would not do such self-righteous idiocy. Now returning the focus to Siraj. As a historical moment, Siraj himself went to talk to the man.
His first believer is a low-height man, with clear malnourished signs, and rough hands from tending to the field he was only thirty but looks like he was already sixty. He has two kids a boy and a girl. The girl was eight years old but looked like six. The boy was six years old but look like three. Both were malnourished as well, but a bit less than the man.
It seems that a father passed hunger too. He has the sadness to see the death of one son and three daughters, because of hunger and diseases. He had to bury even his wife as well a year ago. Both of them filled guilty for having children and making them have to share the same miserable life that their parents have.
But he have to have them to save his wife because there was a law that if a farmer woman took too long to give birth she was deemed infertile, so she was usually sold as a high-value slave by their lord.
"Your lordship!" said the man, forcefully, but carefully making his children bow as well. He doesn't want to see himself or them being executed for disrespecting a noble, the only thing that he seemly thinks, that strange man that like a ghost popped out of nowhere, could be.
"You don't have to be this formal, although you call upon me, you may not be as beautiful or gracious as the godly me, you are a person with qualities in you, for example, you deeply care for your family." Siraj tried to console the man a bit, clearly misunderstanding why he was bowing.
"Yes, my lord."Said still with the eyes looking to the ground. He has a name that pronounces the same as the Japanese name 'Jomei'.
"I am not your lord. I am your god. I thought you who was the first of your specie to pray to me would understand it. For some strange reason you humans don't pray to me at all. To the point of making me worried. Why is it that are you all worried that you do not deserve to speak my beautiful name, be graced with my marvelous presence, or feel and interact with my magnanimous domain? Your people are too humble."
Jomei looked at him don't understand a bit of what Siraj was talking about, probably thinking something along the lines, of crazy noble, then he looked again at Siraj. He has a sensation, while looking more attentively at Siraj, that Siraj seems to be above a merchant, or a noble, or even a king. But he doesn't seem to be an emperor either.
Emperors were a vague concept in this simple man's mind, that existed only because of hearing tales of a short-lived empire that conquered two city-states completely. He seems to give a bit of the idea of the connection between ruler and compassion, something that for him seems impossible.
"Prayer?!" asked Jomei incredulously, don't understand the situation.
_"Yes, prayer. But, first, you seem like you haven't eaten for days. You might be hungry."
"No I have to work...tend to the whole of the field."
"No you have to eat and your children as well" said Siraj, pulling the man by his shoulders." Or you all may die from hunger. Here take this." He said given the man and his two kids, some fruits from the fairy word, that he likes quite a lot and that he was keeping to eat later. As qi, mana, and divine energy filled their bodies, Siraj controlled the energy to naturally form daitians, a magic pancreas, and a divine gland.
After the experience of controlling peculiar energy, manipulating the other energies is a piece of cake to him. Now Jomei, was a criminal because farmers and slaves are forbidden from any form of cultivation, being executed if they break the law.
Siraj gave them better clothes, and money and taught Jomei and his kids from letter to use supernatural energies and turned Jomei into his first human priest. Siraj took them out of the city, and Jomei got a free man status as a merchant in another city.
But the priest's adventures did not end there.