Realm population: 22
Realm prosperity: 800
Power level: 15
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The day after the battle, I trained the sword again with Zerlos and Laomi.
In order to give myself a challenge, I often fought against both of them at the same time while blindfolded.
I still managed to defeat them with ease every time, and after my fight against Teros, it seemed that I was even stronger than I had been before.
Perhaps I near physical mastery? I thought to myself, though Osidon had yet to visit me and tell me of the second tier.
Still, I would focus on strengthening myself as much as I could, as well as working on my meditations and battle tactics.
The dynamics of Unus had changed ever since the battle, as Dyliana had begun to preach to the people of our world about the importance of worshipping me.
As they had hardly known me for long, there was not much to say about the good I had done for my people. Instead, the core of her teachings stemmed from the faith they had in me, and the importance of having faith in anything in the first place.
The newcomers seemed adamant about showing their praise towards me, perhaps due to the fact that they had been here for the shortest amount of time and felt they had some sort of catching up to do.
The whole concept was still strange to me, and I wondered whether it would ever feel natural.
Perhaps when my powers as a god rise to the point where I truly feel that I deserve devotion. Currently, I am just like a human with super physical attributes.
It was later that day that I decided to scout more of our land, particularly to the north.
I could have sent my people to do it, but they were all busy with different tasks. Plus, I was the fastest on foot; it only made sense that I make the journey.
Once reaching the waterfall that we collected water from, I stepped foot into the forest that lay further north from it.
We had been in there before but never scouted far enough to say what lay ahead of it.
I used this opportunity to practice my movement.
I climbed the trees and leapt from branch to branch, traveling at the fastest speed I possibly could.
The forest was incredibly dense and vast, and while traversing it, I discovered a small river that cut through the trees.
Further and further, I traveled until finally the forest opened up into another plains.
It was much like the crimson fields in terms of color and size; however, this land had some major differences.
Firstly, I noticed wildlife, lots of it.
The creatures were like the animals of Earth. I spotted herds of sheep, deer, and even wild horses.
Upon further inspection, though, I noticed minor differences between the animals here and those on Earth.
For example, the deer had four antlers rather than two, and their fur was a dark blue color.
The sheep's wool was red like the crimson grass.
The horses were also much larger than usual, easily towering over my tall frame.
The land was also mottled with trees, whereas the crimson fields were plain and void of plants.
The land gradually inclined from where I stood, allowing me to see far into the distance. Though it seemed that this field was also surrounded by another forest.
I will need to explore further eventually.
I noted the location and lay of the land in my head, as well as the animals I had seen.
It would be great if we could tame some of the animals. I had no desire to eat them, perhaps because I no longer grew hungry.
Instead, I wished for us to use the horses for travel, the sheep for their wool, and the deer for their antlers and milk if they were able to lactate.
I would need to send Sera to this land with some of the strong men so that she could note the area down on paper.
She had begun to draw a map of Unus as well, so seeing this area for herself would prove beneficial for us.
After I was pleased with my journey, I decided to head back to the crimson fields.
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The next day went by with nothing important to tell.
I continued my training, and my people continued their respective tasks.
With more people joining our world, the more work needed to be done.
Especially since I planned to arm all of my people with weapons of high quality.
During the day, Dyliana came up to me as I sat in the crimson field. She held a small block of wood that I remembered seeing in her homes chest on the first day of Unus.
She asked me if I had a name for my religion, and a symbol to represent us.
Of course, I had thought of no such thing, as the concept seemed vain. However, I remembered what sort of figure I was to these people, and the importance of what such practices might be.
Eventually, I decided on Valism. It seemed simple enough and fit the essence of the names of religions I had heard on Earth.
For the symbol, I was clueless.
Since I had no concrete teachings, I knew nothing that could represent the beliefs of our religion.
So I told her to hold off on the idea, and that I would speak to her again once I was ready.
Once she had left me alone sitting on the grass, I tossed the name around in my head.
Valism. My followers would be Valists.
How vain am I?
As I placed my face in my palms with playful disappointment, my thoughts were again distracted by a familiar voice.
"Hello, Vale, god of the broken. It seems you are having some trouble," Osidon said, though I did not respond, as my anxiety at his appearance did not allow me to.
"Don't worry, I've come bearing good news. A Tragedy has started in a world nearby, and all of the gods have been invited."