From the opposite side of the portal, Ryūta appears.
Large, sprawling trees that reached the sky were in front of him, and odd fruits were dangling from their branches.
These fruits had an unearthly appearance due to their elliptical form and blue tint.
Ryūta's eyes, which had been fixed on the fruits dangling from the trees, abruptly stop seeing them as he exits the portal and only take five or six steps forward before his body hits the grassy ground.
Only one question sprang to mind as his jaw fell wide in shock: 'what the hell?'
He collapsed to the ground on his stomach. Although he was unaware of what had taken place to him, he knew just to be unable to move.
He made an attempt to move his body, but it did not react to his praise.
'Why am I unable to move? My entire body seems to be paralyzed.'He could only think because his vision was obscured by the grass on the ground.
Under his formal shirt, he can only feel the chill breeze on his back. However, he couldn't even move his head. After a while, he started to experience mild chest pain, but it got worse with time.
'Oh my god, what the hell is going on with me? It hurts. Why does every area of my body pain like I'm being shot by bullets?'
'Oh, please put an end to this agony. This is getting to be too much for me.'
Even though he is in severe pain, his paralysis prevents him from making any sound. Throughout the big trees, his body shrank slightly, and his clothes were ripped off, Disappeared into thin air, leaving him nude.
The only sound he made was that of bones shattering and twisting. His pain gradually goes away after nearly 30 minutes.
Light blue, full-sleeved jacket with white thread knitting and a fluffy white fur collar. underneath a basic layer of a pale white t-shirt with a straightforward design.
Dark blue pants with a darker fabric pattern on the leg area.
Last but not least are high-top, tough, combat-style boots with laces and a rough sole that come in dark brown and black leather.
The entire outfit materialized on his nude body. The whole outfit resembled noble attire.
He gradually regained control of his body, and the first thing he said was, "It was a horrific feeling."
Something didn't seem right.
"So? My voice seems changed; how is that?"
He got to his feet and spoke the words muttering. He begins to look at it from his hands to his feet.
Unfamiliar with his clothing, he begins to examine it and fiddles with his collar.
"Not that bad at all."
While examining his fist, he shuts it and opens it again.
"That's incredible; my physique has grown. I can sense it."
"Something strange exists inside of me."
Upon closing his eyes, he felt a powerful force coursing through his bloodstream—it was Mana.
"What is this feeling? It feels like something is circulating throughout my entire body."
He moves over to the closest tree, inspects its trunk, and places his palm on it. He had never felt so powerful in his life, and he was far too interested in his abilities.
"Since I am God, why don't I put my strength to the test a little?"
With minimal force, he pressed his palm into the tree trunk, and with a loud boom, the entire tree was blasted backwards, causing the trees behind it to topple as well.
The surrounding ground began to shake as trees fell to the ground one after another with a loud noise.
He saw dozens of trees fall to the ground as a result of his tiny palm thrust; the tree he used for his test was split in half by his blow, and all the trees that had been standing and reaching the sky are now laying on the ground.
There was only one word he could spell after seeing this much of the effects of his strike.
"WHAT TH—"
*GULP!!!*
He swallows an emotion of shock as he examines his palm.
He now turns around and starts walking slowly in the opposite direction. He walks away, looking back at the trees behind him.
Only green grass is spread out on the ground on the opposite side, and a few residences can be seen in the distance. In the center of the scene is a narrow dirt path where he begins to walk.
After walking a while, Ryūta observed two enormous, smooth stones lying side by side by the walkway. An ideal spontaneous bench. He exhaled as he slipped into them, the strange stone's texture cooling beneath him.
Easy living was not yet a result of the thrill of being a god. His appetite had been piqued by the pain of walking and becoming a god. The sound of his stomach rumbling was anything but satisfying.
The sound of his anxious laughter reverberated in the silence.
"Well, then," he whispered to himself.
"I am now a deity, am I? I assume that if I am God, then I have the ability to turn anything into reality."
By closing his eyes, he was able to visualize a large sandwich with pieces of freshly made bread sandwiched between crisp lettuce, a juicy tomato, and a substantial portion of some kind of roasted meat.
Even the small ceramic plate he had always used for meals at home came to mind.
The feeling of the energy coursing through his body, flowing from his heart and out from his hands. A sensation of warmth crept through him, and his right hand began to tingle slightly.
He opened his eyes to find a tiny, white ceramic dish with a perfect reproduction of his envisioned sandwich lying on it in his palm.
His mouth was watering from the smell alone. His mouth dropped open as he gazed at it. He had succeeded.
With a single idea, Ryūta had made something out of nothing. A smile spread across his face as he let out a loud laugh that was brimming with awe. With the comfortable taste of his former life, he gobbled up the sandwich.
His bliss was interrupted by a distant sound as he gobbled the final piece.
"Please, someone, please help us!" It was a group of noises, a mix of ragged gasps and panicked yells.
He looked around. He could see them in the distance, over the uneven, arid grassland. A bunch of young girls, their bare feet thudding on the grass, their garments ripped and dirty. Their features were scarred with desperation and dread as they ran.
Steel thick collars gleamed dully in the glaring sun around their necks. Two goods carriages, each carrying two men, were seen behind them.
Based on their appearance, the men appeared to be traders, and the carriage had a square box with iron bars, most likely for the females they were pursuing.
He jumps between the carriage and the fleeing girls, motions for the men to stop, and shouts loudly, "Hey, stop right there."
The group of escaping girls halts its course and turns around to see who is yelling.