Chapter 188 The Daily Life Of God

"You'll be ascending into a higher life form today my boy! Today you will get your very own element! How does it feel?" a man with a dark brown mustache asked a young human boy.

"Of course I'm excited uncle. With this, I will be a full fledge god, just like my name implies." the boy said. His voice was high pitched, like an excited kid on Christmas morning.

"Well there's only so much I can do kid! So from here on out, you will be alone for a while. But I promise I will find you!" the boy's uncle said and sent him off.

The boy was ready for those very words and quickly ascended. Energy filled his entire being and he felt himself being rejected from the third dimension. His uncle waved his goodbyes, as the boy disappeared into a wormhole of energy.

In a black world, with some lights from different realms here and there a wormhole appeared. This was by no means unusual. As gods were born and ascended this way. Even giants. In this particular wormhole a screaming boy came out of. His hair was gone and his face was blank. But if one looked closely he was constantly getting new features.

"Renewity!" he said quietly. That was the power he got, a constant cycle of rebirth in all kinds of ways. A weird and unexplored power.

As God was accustoming himself to his new environment something had sneaked up on him.

God had failed to sense the being, even with its new fourth dimensional sight.

All of a sudden God felt his shoulder being grabbed and he turned around in horror. There it stood. A tall, sloth thingy.

"Hello kid, I need a place to hide from daily inconvenience. If you let me hide in your realm I'll make it worth your time, I promise!" the thing said. God blinked some times and finally said.

"I don't have a realm! Can you teach me how to make one?" God asked. He had been raised by his uncle and trusted strangers easily, despite what happened to his people.

"Well of course I can kid. What is your power?" the thing asked.

"Um, I have Renewity, nothing special!" the kid said, fidgeting its fingers in embarrassing.

"I can work with that! Okey kid, listen. First things first. Imagine a tree, that tree will have all your powers in it!"

"Done" the kid said after a moment of concentration.

"Okey, next I want you to build a garden around that tree. Where life can thrive at a constant Renewity. This way you can keep the Renewity at bay, from reaching the outside later!" the thingy said.

God took a long time with this, as it was hard to balance things out. While he was working, his tree was bearing red beautiful apples. By the end of his job, the garden had become a prison for the energy.

"What now?" God asked, exited for what he could do next.

"Now imagine a basement, with fire and hell, with infinite space. Then an upstairs, above the garden. There you shall imagine your very definition of heaven. Then you're pretty much done. Leaving you with a stable realm, where you can do your own tweaks!" the sloth thingy said.

God spent years, or even more creating the final image. He had no energy when he was done and the sloth easily slipped into his realm and hid himself in the darkest pits of the basement.

God hid in his realm, in the new heaven he had created. He was proud with what he had made. But he wanted to make more, know more. His Renewity even wanted to recreate the entire realm. But God knew better, he was the master of his powers. Not the other way around.

As time passed God grew restless. His uncle wasn't coming no matter how much he waited. Thousands of years had gone by and nothing. He was left alone to slowly accumulate energy. He had made some worshipers here and there, but nothing major. He searched and searched, but he found nothing. No signs of his uncle, or any humans. Therefor he was growing uneasy. Perhaps feeling the unease, the sloth thingy showed itself again.

"What is wrong young one?" it had asked. Opening a waterfall of words and emotions.

"I search and search! Where are they? Where are my people? Where is uncle? Where am I?" rambled.

Pity showed itself on the sloth like creature. "It is with great regret that I inform you this God my boy! Humanity has gone extinct! They have been wiped out from time itself. No human remain. There was no hiding and strength didn't keep them safe. All fifth fourth and third dimensional humans have been killed. They were shown no mercy. You are the only human left that isn't sixth dimensional or stronger. I have kept you hidden from the evil lurking. But that also means I had to hide you from your uncle. He can't protect you as of now. You have to grow by yourself!" the sloth like creature told the boy and went back to sleep.

That day God had visited his garden, crying his eyes out. He plucked the three ripped apples from the tree carrying the source of his power. His tears fell on the ripe apples and they started to change. Slowly wings sprouted out of the apples. Eyes grew on those wings. Becoming three weird entities.

In a moment of enlightenment God said. "Angels is what you are. Michael, archangel of protection and death, you are to bring the souls of the deceased to heaven. Gabriel archangel the herald of visions and messenger of God. Lucifer son of dawn and son of God. You are the Archangel known as the light bringer." God proclaimed and fell into a deep slumber.

When God once more had awoken, the tree was once more ripe. The garden which had been out of control and wild, was trimmed nicely.

A cluster of wings floated next to God. He flinched at the pure sight and sighed. "This won't do, here, I shall shape you in the form of my race!" he said. Slowly the cluster of wings and eyes gained a human form. It still had its wings on the back, but other then that it looked like a human.

"Much better Gabriel, now get me your kin, we shall do the same for them!" God said. He was excited. Rightfully so, it had been a long time since he had talked to anything.

The other two were brought to God and he shaped them to his form. Then he sent them off. Well he tried. Gabriel stayed and watched God with interest. In its hands was a quill and a book. Every action God would take would result in a crazed scribbling from Gabriel.

As days went by, God would discover new ways to use his powers and he would create more and more angels in the coming days. Soon a small community of this new race was formed. But God had come to realize that it costed him a lot to make these creatures. So he would stop making them for a while.

Years passed and God had finally achieved something new. This day God reached 4/12 after thousands of years. He was rightfully excited over his new power. So he tried something crazy.

Gathering different materials in his garden. He slowly started to shape a man of clay, liquid and dust. When he was finished a statue of a human male stood in front of him. God wished with his entire being for there to be life and so it was. The human slowly moved and with it, Gabriel started to furiously scribble at its book.

"I name you Adam. You will live in this garden, eat and do whatever you want. But never, never touch the tree of knowledge of good and evil!" God proclaimed at the human and pointed towards the tree where all his power was. Having finally named it.

But God wasn't done yet, he took a rib from Adam and shaped a women to his preference. Then he named her Eve. She was also told the rules of the garden and then God left. He was to live in heaven with his angels. Upon their request.

Thousands of peaceful years passed and God finally left his realm. He was close to ascending again and would do so in about two thousand years. Each day he would secretly watch Adam and Eve who never grew old due to the garden. But today was different.

"Sloth, I want to find my uncle. It's been so long, I worry for him!" God said to Sloth. He had come to reluctantly call it uncle too over the years. But from time to time he called it by its name.

Sloth sighed and said. "I will bring you to a friend. He will make sure you find your uncle!"

God happily nodded and before he could react he was somewhere else. Standing in front of a gigantic dragon. It was dark red and reeked of danger. God couldn't think at all, his brain had stopped. When the dragon spotted God it roared in anger and spoke actual words.

"God?" it said and God froze.

"You know my name?" God asked. Finally able to speak and think again. As the pressure had disappeared. After it had said God's name in confusion.

"Yes, who brought you here?" the dragon said and God trembled in fear. A clear killing intent leaked from the dragon and it made God afraid.

"Sloth sir, it said you could help me find my uncle." the dragon visibly frowned and roared.

"Bring that bastard to me! Or I will kill you, your uncle and everything!"

God didn't hesitate to throw Sloth under the bus and brought him out of his realm. Sloth smiled hesitantly at the dragon and said.

"Paarthadox, my good friend, it's been so long!" the lazy bastard said, trying to wriggle himself out of the situation.

"You and me, alone now!" Paarthadox said and turned his gaze to God.

"Leave us!" he said.

God plunged at the opportunity to run away and didn't stay to chat.

"Is that who I think it is?" Paarthadox said, almost shaking.

"Yup, the one and only, God. The first being to ever become Seventh dimensional. If it wasn't for you that is, lol." Sloth laughed.

"Who is this uncle he speaks of Sloth, tell me!" Paarthadox roared and this time his roar was a real one. The rage he was feeling could be felt all over the existence part of the seventh dimension. Every being other than Bjorne cowered in fear.

"Isn't it hilarious? The Nightwalker adopted him, of all people! Hahaha." Sloth laughed and this time Paarthadox couldn't hold his rage. He left his realm to cause havoc in the seventh dimension. Many innocent weaker seventh dimensional beings died that day. Bjorne himself had to step in and stop Paarthadox. But even then Paarthadox stormed of in rage, returning to his realm.

"We are killing H!tler, I don't fucking care! If we let that monster influence the pure and innocent youth of God! I won't be able to look at myself in the mirror!"

"Haha, sadly we can't! Trickster is safe keeping the bastard and Bjorne would stop you. Nightwalker will escape when you clash with Bjorne, so even if you win, we won't catch him. Just trust that god will stay pure!"

"How am I supposed to trust that he'll stay pure. You can feel it to right. The hatred he feels towards the Time Raptors! He's already been spoon fed the propaganda, all that's left is make him believe it. We can't let God return to Nightwalker. I got an idea. Why don't I keep him with me and tell him that I'm searching for his uncle. All while actually hiding him!"

"That's better. Let's just hope that's enough!"

(Author here: here you go. The next chapter will be out tomorrow. I will write half today and half tomorrow. But you'll also get the normal chapter to tomorrow. All you need to know is, the next chapter comes tomorrow and there will be two :) )