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Chapter 7 - Check Your Work. Again!

I did some customization to my panel to procrastinate working on the Mortal Form. Not much, just adding a clock synced to Earth's time and another synced to Fanta Regauss' time, which is still frozen. I'll unfreeze it when I go down. It's for my own sake, and it also let me know that I took two hours to come up with everything. There's also something I added for Kandance that I'll surprise her with. But hey, I still finished the form in the end. I handed it to the ex-Goddess so she could look it over, since she knows what the stats mean more than me. Looking back, maybe I should have just asked her for that info while making the sheet, but it'd spoil the surprise.

My race will be Kymein, a male one about sixty nine years of age. Kymein and Kamamein both age at one third the rate of humans, or Hewmitahls as they're called down there, so this matches the age I was when I… "arrived here" sounds better than "died", so I'm sticking with that. Also, Gaolras and Anthras age at half speed compared to Hewmitahls, and Deinaaz and Dreimaaz age at one fourth the speed. So I'll have to remind myself to divide the ages by the appropriate amount when dealing with non-Hewmitahls.

Then there's the name and backstory I made up: Jamaarl Birgwell was born from two nomadic Kymein parents. They taught him how to survive and defend himself, but died before they could teach him to hunt. Thus, he spent most of his life training those skills in particular while avoiding any and all members of the humanoid races, since he only knows the basics of them. Now at the ripe age of sixty nine, he's finally decided to learn about society.

It makes for a good excuse as to why I'll know jack shit, and it should work with the stats I made up for him. High in defenses and other non-combat stuff, not so much in the fighting stuff. I had options to make up spells and stats, but I decided against that.

Though, when I checked the Mortal Form after Kandance handed it back to me, I saw that she made changes. I did permit her to do so, after all, so she could.

"All Kymein have a passive skill to faintly feel magic with their ears. If you don't specify the race passives on the sheet, you won't have it when you're disguised."

Wish I knew that when making it. She didn't add any other skills, though, so that's good. She did increase all the stat numbers by one, though.

"Just trying to reflect the age you picked!"

Did it not match? Whatever. They're all in double digits, nothing over fifty or under ten, it should be fine. Last thing I saw were two spells: Return and Revert.

"First one is to come back here once you're done. And… as much as I don't want you in your true form down there, if you are in actual danger of dying, Revert will activate automatically to undo the Mortal Form."

Aww, she DOES care. Which is good, otherwise I'd feel like my surprise would be wasted.

"So, Kandance. Could you… touch this symbol for me?"

I showed her my God Panel pointed to a small picture of a small, crudely-drawn stick person waving.

"Huh… did you draw this? It's… an attempt."

Ouch. I know she was trying to speak less harshly of me than she was doing the past couple Earth days, but honestly? That made it hurt a bit worse. Regardless, she touched the stick person… and disappeared. I turned my panel around, and now a chibi version of Kandance was on my God Panel.

"Ta-da! You're my desktop assistant!"

I've only ever seen other people with these, and they could all be separated into two types: old and cartoonish computer programs that were actually malware and sent your info to their creators, and selfmade artificial intelligences who only work because they were designed to work well on their creator's stuff. But Kandance is literally on my God Panel now.

"W-why did you make this?!"

Even her little appearance here is super expressive, she's jumping mad!

"So you could come with me and not need to make your own Mortal Form. You shouldn't have trouble seeing when it's down, right?"

I did a quick test to figure out if she could. And yeah, she can still look all around and move through the panel when it's not out. Also made sure she could leave, which just requires me to drag her onto the stick figure icon.

"Umm… thanks for thinking about me…"

I saw her blush lightly. It made me wonder if a small heart would appear above her head if she made that emotion while in my God Panel. A part of me also wants to make some extra stuff in there for her to interact with. It's not like making applications for it is hard, I just have to think up an icon and imagine how the thing would work. Then it appears and I can edit its icon and functions whenever I want.

"It's all good. Besides, why would I leave you up here? That just feels mean."

She smiles and taps the icon again, re-entering the panel. I see her thinking to herself, then waving one of her hands. This caused a mini God Panel to appear inside my own!

"Good, I can still access it. Just wanted to know, since I can use this to quantify stuff for you."

Huh, neat.

"Could you also make your own Mortal Form inside there?"

"Yup, I can. It seems like I can also transfer stuff from my panel to yours while I'm here, and you can probably do the same for the other way around."

So I guess that means we could possibly swap whatever Mortal Forms we make for each other, huh? … Man, maybe I should have shown this to her first and then let her make a Mortal Form for me to borrow. Then again, I have much more control here.

Then again again, I wasted at least thirty minutes of the time spent on making my form blankly staring off into space. It's what I do when my train of thought just… stops. Like I'm trying to think back on what I wanted to do in the first place, even though it'll probably do nothing to help.

I'm just lucky my creative writing juices didn't run out. It's not an actual juice, it's just a term I use to tell myself and others how much more I can write for stuff like stories or these Mortal Forms. Once it's gone, I basically can't write creatively anymore. I can stare at a document for minutes, wracking my brain, and nothing comes up. Only solution is to wait until tomorrow.

"Well, everything should be ready for you."

Kandance is right. I can finally go down to see Fanta Regauss for myself. The world I would have been isekai'd into if I hadn't become Yoru Rothington, The New God.

"Nice. … So like, how do I go?"

Yeah, she never told me that part, did she?

"Well when I did it all that time ago, I just opened a hole in the dome and went through it…"

Ah, I see. Actually, I have a better idea! I make a swirly little portal on the ground and jump on it, causing a bright light to suck me in. I made it while thinking about a portal from the first video game I ever owned. Though in that game, it was a time travel portal. And just like in that game, catchy music played while I sat down and circled around what could be described as "the inside of a tube". Very, very nice…