Chapter 7: The Adventure of Roe

As I continued my journey in Eldan, I created a new avatar named Roe to explore this vast and changing world. Roe was built to be a strong fighter, ready to take on any challenges that came my way. As I explored Eldan more, I was blown away by all the different landscapes and creatures I found. Despite being a young world, Eldan was full of life, There were amazing things to see.

As I go further into the wilds, I came across a creature that took me by surprise. It resembled an orangutan but with sharp claws on its hands, and its eyes shone with a fierce intelligence. This was one of my own creations.

Despite its fearsome appearance, I wasn't afraid. My avatar, Roe was strong and ready for anything. Plus, even if Roe died, he'd just come back to life, ready to continue our adventure without hesitation

Then suddenly the creature charged at me, but I evaded its attack with skill. Using my control in the creation system, I maneuvered Roe swiftly, ready to engage in combat. I decided to test Roe's strength and agility by facing the creature head-on, without weapons.

With a burst of adrenaline, I lunged forward, delivering a powerful kick to the creature's face. It staggered back, momentarily stunned by the blow. But it wasn't giving up that easily. With a snarl, the creature charged at me again, its rage evident in every movement.

Thinking quickly, I grabbed a stone from the ground to help me in the fight. As the creature charged at us once more, I swung Roe's fist, aiming the stone at its chin. The hit made the creature stagger, giving us a momentary upper hand in the battle.

Suddenly, a voice pierced through the chaos. "Duck!" It was a boy, shout behind in my back, armed with a bow and arrow. Without hesitation, I followed his command, dropping to the ground just in time as the boy's arrow flew past me, striking the creature squarely in the chest.

The monster let out a deafening roar as the arrow found its mark, and with a final, desperate lunge, it collapsed to the ground, defeated.

As the dust settled, the boy approached me, his bow still in hand. "You are strong," he said, his gaze meeting mine. "Ah, by the way, my name is Jono. The great-grandson of Momoa," he said, smiling warmly.

"Nice to meet you, Jono," I replied through Roe, feeling a sense of camaraderie with this fellow adventurer. "My name is Roe," I added, realizing that here in Eldan, I was more than just a creator—I was Roe, the adventurous persona I had crafted for myself. Then suddeny Jono Interject my thoughts

"Where did you come from?" Jono inquired, his tone curious yet friendly.

There I stood, crafting yet another made-up story to hide where I really came from. "Um, I've been to lots of places," I said, trying to make it sound believable. I didn't want to spill the beans about being a God like hey Im joe your Creator Fucking Stupid anyway then I said again. "Traveling around, looking for fun stuff,"

I added, hoping it sounded convincing."And now, here I am, in Eldan, talking to you." It was all part of pretending to be something I wasn't.

And by the way, these people knew the world as Eldan, because of Adam and Eve after eating the forbidden fruit. They grasped how their world worked—the plants, animals, and all. Oh, and fun fact: they didn't know about heaven and hell, but they did know about me, a god named Joe, and such. I kind of slipped that into the forbidden fruit ages ago. So, yeah Thats why Adam asked me where he'd go when he died, and then you get the rest.

 Then, Jono interrupted my thoughts once more, asking, "Are you an adventurer?"

Jono's question hung in the air for a moment, and I hesitated, trying to find the right words. "Um, no, I'm not an adventurer, but I want to be," I finally replied, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect.

[Yes, I want these avatar of mine to be an adventurer.]

Jono's eyes sparkled with understanding as he nodded, acknowledging my desire. "Follow me then to our continent, Lina," he said with a grin, gesturing towards the horizon where the sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the landscape.

"Whoa, Lina," I exclaimed, despite being their creator. I still felt a sense of wonder and awe in this world. "Did I really create this?" I wondered, marveling at the beauty of Eldan. There are so many things happening in this world, and excitement bubbling within me.

"I'm excited about this," I said to Jono, feeling a rush of anticipation for the adventures that awaited us.

Jono nodded, his expression mirroring my enthusiasm. "Then Lets go to Lina continent!!," he said, leading the way towards our next destination. And with that, we embarked on our journey, ready to explore the wonders of Eldan together.

[Meanwhile Momoa Side]

As Momoa and his comrades battled against the mind-controlling squid, the urgency of the situation hung heavy in the air.

"Shit, they really can control someone," Momoa exclaimed, his voice edged with frustration. "Grandpa was really right."

"Grandpa?" Belz questioned, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Momoa, you're 400 years old. Shouldn't you be calling him grandfather instead of grandpa?"

Momoa shrugged off the semantics, his focus squarely on the looming threat before them. "Hey, what's wrong with calling my Grandpa Cain 'grandpa,' huh?"

"It just feels weird," Belz replied, her attention returning to the battle at hand.

"Whatever," Momoa said dismissively, shaking his head. "Let's focus on the battle in front of us. This squid is strong at mind controlling, after all."

With renewed determination, Momoa and his comrades continued their fight against the mind-controlling squid, knowing that the fate of their tribe depended on their ability to overcome this formidable foe.

As Eldo fell under the sway of the mind-controlling squid, Momoa's heart sank, and a surge of panic shot through him.

"Eldo!!!" Momoa shouted, his voice filled with anguish and desperation.

Belz, quickly assessed the situation. As she surveyed the chaos unfolding around them, she turned to Momoa with a sense of urgency in her voice.

"Momoa, we need to retreat with everyone," Belz urged, her eyes reflecting the gravity of their predicament. "If we stay here any longer, we'll all die."

Momoa gritted his teeth, torn between his desire to rescue Eldo and the necessity of preserving the lives of their comrades. With a heavy heart, he nodded in agreement, acknowledging the wisdom in Belz's words.

"Alright," Momoa conceded, his voice tinged with resignation. "Let's get out of here before it's too late."

With Belz leading the way, Momoa and the rest of their group began their retreat, their minds racing with thoughts of their fallen comrades.

To be continued