Footnote: Shells are called Core in Logan's past world, divinity is like mana on armageddon
Logan POV
I was a renowned god. With the flick of a finger, a demigod may instantly perish, and my troops would assemble at my knees. I've defeated legendary gods from several realms as well as those from my own.
God resolved conflicts and uphold his position. I was the best at wielding a sword and controlling Divinity in my previous life on Armageddon, where having one's power was necessary to become a sovereign. A supreme being was raised, not born. The present, however, is the proudest moment of my two lives, in my opinion.
However, this family hasn't been dreadful so far, and whatever happened wasn't good either, just in a different way.
Looking at my father, Klaus Wight, and my mother, Ciel Wight, they seemed to be respectable people, if not the best. I'd never met a woman as sweet and loving as my mother, and I had a sneaky hunch she was an angel. However, she is so strong, Since she tried to be gentle around me, I haven't seen her fight. But one of the finest things she does, which is not pleasant, gives me a lot of kisses.
Even though I must confess that she is stunning, it may also have been due to my slightly blurry vision that it took me a few more seconds to grasp what she looked like. I would describe her as charming, caring, and gentle rather than as a glamorous beauty even though she had noticeable white hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and light skin.
I noticed her beautiful eyelashes and perky nose, which made me want to cling to her. Simply put, she radiated a motherly atmosphere. Is this the reason why young children are drawn to their mothers?
My father, who is graceful, strong, and carefree, was looking at me with his dazzling eyes and silver hair. When I looked at my father more closely, I could see why my attractive mother was drawn to him. Sure, ladies and women are always drawn to a strong, chiseled, carefree man with silver hair and angular facial features. "Hello, cute Logan, I'm your dad," he said right away. That describes my dad.
According to what I observed, this world appeared to be quite simple, full of warriors and magic, and where one's standing in society was decided by one's wealth and power. It wasn't that different from my world, other than the lack of technology and the slight distinction between magic and divinity.
But it was clear when I and my allies battled large scales enemies almost every day as a means of resolving conflicts between the higher realm and lower realm in my previous world. Don't get me wrong, there were still smaller-scale conflicts, and warriors were still needed to protect the inhabitants.
However, disputes over a realm were settled by a duel between the mythical gods in charge of that domain, in which only close combat and divine weapons were allowed, or by a fake war between gods, in which only a few weapons were allowed.
Therefore, gods had to be the strongest being to symbolize their realm in contrast to the common uneducated, lazy punks that sit in their domain and mess with other people's lives as a game; at least, that's how it was supposed to be until the void god appeared.
But that's enough.
He had to master the hidden motor function that is now working properly and refine his new physique every day.
That struggle path quickly changed
While being carried in a gorgeous covered wagon by a white wonderful horse, there were plush crimson chairs with elaborate patterns surrounding them
There were plush crimson chairs with elaborate patterns surrounding them as they were pulled by a white good horse in a lovely horse carriage.
No matter how I looked at it, the wagon could only be described as opulent, and two knights trailed behind us while I admired the scenery. The gentlemen in particular, including the driver, were pretty unique.
It was because until he approached me and warned me, "Be careful young master, the wind is extremely strong," I didn't feel his presence at all. Asta was a soldier who wore clean clothing,
has silver armor and an X-shaped family insignia made of two swords that shone when he said the family name Yes, it's undeniably magical.
Anyways, On the armor covering one of his arms, a strong build, and a fancy sword on his wrist that his clothing couldn't hide.
He was a bit older, like in his thirties. Demons age differently, so I believe his true age should be around a hundred or slightly higher. However, he is a magnificent half-demon with slightly protruding ears, black eyes, red eyes, and skin that is a touch darker than white.
Age alone did not cause knights to become less effective. An aging knight, on the other hand, needed to be more watchful.
In addition to having superhuman bodies, they also had years of experience.
We are traveling to Eusilesh, the city's capital, from Randa outskirt, where the wright mansion is located.
With its enormous gorgeous and sparkly buildings, Eusilesh seemed more like a glorified magnificent city. The wagon went on a perfectly paved road that was flanked on the left and right by equally spaced green trees that added to the area's upscale charm.
"Logan put your head in, the wind is fierce, and you will catch a cold," my mother said to me to put my head inside.
She carries me onto her lap and starts to play with me (yes, it is exhausting to be so well-cared for). Which I find objectionable, but what can I do?
Clip-clop. Clip-clop.
I felt as though we had finally reached Eusilesh as the fast-moving wagon began to slow down.
The driver spoke to my mother, who was helping me not to fall, as the front window of the wagon flew open to the side, seemingly proving my hypothesis.
We have arrived, "My lady."
I was forced to look out the window as a result of the driver's statements.
On both sides, there were numerous lovely and well-kept tents and shops with numerous merchants and salespeople offering a wide range of goods, from commonplace necessities to things that made me raise an eyebrow, like weapons, armor, and crystal... glinting crystals!
People carrying weapons like high-end designer handbags was the craziest thing I couldn't seem to get used to. A man about 180 cm tall was carrying a massive war axe that was bigger than the man! Anyway, my mother talked to me often, possibly to help me pick up the language more quickly.
I salute the knight who carried all the goods and materials my mother packed as we entered one tent and shop after another while shopping for the month's groceries, greeting many people passing by or working in the cubicles, and simply bowing to him in respect because he deserves it.
From the transactions my mother conducted with the merchants, it appeared that the currency in this new world was very simple.
The least valuable type of money was copper, followed by silver and gold. Normal families appeared to be able to get by just well on a few copper coins every day, although I had yet to see anything costing as much as a Sliver coin though.
1 Silver equals 100 Copper
1 Gold equals 100 Silver
I then passed out on my mother's arm as my weak body began to rebel once more. What a frail body.
I learned to crawl a few months after gaining complete control of my consciousness and body(that's around five years old), and while the other maids were not looking, I was able to access the family's library.
I eventually sneak in, evading and skillfully avoiding detection, or else I will be stationed and monitored by demon maids 24 hours a day.
I noticed some records on a black desk in a great white and furnished chamber, large, well-organized bookcases on the other side, and a beast skin in the center when I did. Wow, what a beautiful room!
However, getting up on the desk to retrieve the papers proved tough. I stretched, leaned against the chair to stand, and attempted to climb, but I kept falling since my hands were too little to hold the handle securely and my stamina was insufficient to stand for a lengthy amount of time.
Tch, sh*t, why can't I climb this chair, it's frustrating
Other times, I leaned on the chair too much and it fell, and other times I fell before he could raise my leg to climb. "Finally, I prevailed; you were a worthy opponent, but I did so because I'm a god". I grinned as sweat dripped off my cheek.
*...."
I pulled the papers from the records and started reading, (in my previous life that is)
He placed the record sheets back, got out of the chair, and took a more comfortable posture on the ground after some time had passed. Crawling and sitting upright were so exhausting that I simply sank into his tummy.
In comparison to what I had just read, this world appeared underdeveloped and evolved. As far as He could tell, there hadn't been any technological advancement. Horse-drawn wagons of various sizes for overland travel and river ships with sails appeared to be the only sources of transportation.
Carrying a firearm was entirely legal and unrestricted unless you were visiting the royal family or other notable persons.
Every time he sees someone carrying a firearm when in Eusilesh with his mother to go grocery shopping, he is perplexed. How are you able to carry weapons everywhere you go?
Sure, in my previous world, Armageddon, some rankers and guards carried concealed weapons, but they weren't for killing, but rather to dissuade crime.
But here, I saw a bandit who had stolen a few of goods from the armory store the day before being sliced in the back by a huge, hairy fighter wielding a polearm. Furthermore, as the bandit lay dying, others went so far as to praise the hairy person.
The king system was a feature shared by both this world and my previous one. Vasens' continent was divided into kingdoms, each ruled by a ruler and his royal family. Unlike Armageddon, God was chosen based on strength, age, and experience.
After sifting through the records, there didn't appear to be much information on continents other than the one we were now on. This struck me as weird, given that there were ships that transported commodities and passengers across the continent via the river. I merely figured that ship technology wasn't advanced enough to sail across seas.
The whole idea of magic in this world was going to be difficult to adjust to. Sure, if we're talking about superhuman abilities, the realm of armageddon relied on such people…
Gods discovered how to compress and use the intrinsic divinity that they possessed on Armageddon. Consider it a muscle, if you will. Breaking down the divinity shells repeatedly via weariness and rest would cause the divinity veins to become stronger, allowing access to a larger pool of divinity. The divinity would then be channeled throughout the body through specific veins or meridians and used to fortify the body and weapon.
Instead of divinity, it appeared to be termed mana in this world, and what was more astonishing was that it existed in the atmosphere. Thus, fighters or Mages would pull the surrounding mana into their body, eventually condensing it in their mana veins. In my previous reality, divinity only existed and manifested itself within the body. We'd never know whether divinity never existed in Armageddon's atmosphere in the first place or ceased to exist due to the upper realm.