Chapter 125: Side story Gods and Demons

Chapter 125: Side story Gods and Demons

“From there, you’ll need to alternate between casting detoxify and low heal constantly until your space mages have enough mana to transfer you all,” Anailia told her believer as she watched above in her realm. “When the one called Steph wakes up and regains some of her mana get her to cast the highest form of detoxify she can manage on him as well and immune enhancement everywhere but the organs that have been transferred, if those receive an extreme immune response he’ll likely die immediately.”

Thera didn’t say anything and simply did as she was told, but her god wouldn’t fault her for it. She had to put all of her focus into using a level zero magic she’d only just acquired on someone whose resistance to it would trouble anyone but an awakened skill user. The fact that she was pushing herself so hard was something worthy of praise, which Anailia was going to ensure she would get. After all, Thera had been an uncut gem for too long, it was growing time for the world to see what she would be capable of given the proper resources.

“I really can’t thank you enough,” Said the floating cube beside her. Myriad’s voice was filled with worry and none of the other gods present could fault him for that. He was well known for the longest time for his unfortunate state, trapped in the same condition as the forbidden gods by virtue of his people's sacrifice to deal a major blow against the invaders. While many gods felt discomfort around him due to his nature as a partially artificial divine being, as well as the extreme act his people committed as a final defiance over those who would lust for their world, enough others took pity on him as he made his way to this world, sharing some of their own meager faith and giving him work to ease their own burdens as an excuse to provide some of the power they’d receive as payment.

In the centuries he’d been on the world, it was genuinely nice to see the pleasant little cube get a believer and grow his faith, if only a little, and now that his apostle who helped make all that possible was in such a state, none could blame him for his concern.

“Unfortunately, Ben is still far from safe. I’ve heard the reports from their world that such treatment is possible, but we lack those strengths, and worse still that the organs had to come from an invader. Even if he gets back it’s impossible to say how long it would take a life mage to adapt them to his body.”

“If only the life gods hadn’t had to weaken themselves just to construct bodies for the otherworlders,” One of the gathered gods lamented. “It’s hard enough exerting influence on the world, even if your divinity is suited to the act. For us to only be able to watch as such a promising young mortal might lose their life...”

Unlike the mortals, who had significantly more strength than any time in the past when a world was invaded thanks to the system in place, the gods were all significantly weaker. It couldn’t be helped, it was a side effect of so many of them being gathered in one world with only a handful of believers devoted to each of them, their strength was nothing compared to what it once was.

“We can do more than watch,” She told them, not ready to give up on the boy that managed to pique her interest during her trial. “I’ve already instructed the leader of my people’s nation to send healers over to Stonewall as soon as they can, while telling the one I have there already to have their clinic prepared for an emergency case. If any of you have healers that can be spared as well then it would be appreciated. They should be back there after just a few hours once the mage Wedrow has enough mana for the jump, so the faster you can act the better.”

It was fortunate they had one of the only awakened spacial mages in the world with them, the mana cost for jumping to a place they’d already been was nothing compared to going in blind to a new location.

As he arrived at his home he ignored the questions of the people surrounding him, they would get their answers in time. Instead, he made his way to the center of the village and stopped before one of the many statues their ancestors had painstakingly constructed, kneeled down before it, and began to pray.

A voice spoke in his head.

“I have my lord,” It spoke aloud, letting the gathered masses hear his half of the conversation at least. “I’m sorry to say, but before I could eradicate the wise beast and retrieve the lesser ones, they were found by a group of strange ones.”

The voice said, keeping its tone neutral.

“I must apologize. Given the information I had, I wasn’t sure if collecting the lesser ones like you ordered would trump our founding rule of not interacting with the strange ones so I resolved myself to wait to the side to see how events would transpire and as a result all of the lesser ones were killed. I am ready to accept any punishment you deem fit for my failings.”

It would have been better for the ones who found the lesser ones to be killed, but the voice couldn’t fault him on that. It acted on the information it had, and a resource like him couldn’t be wasted just to punish it.

“Pardon my insolence my lord, but is that so necessary? My presence was not detected and our group has grown large, it won’t be easy to move everyone, especially the young.”

It said, a hint of anger coming to its voice for being questioned like that.

The figure looked up to the statue, violet eyes shining in the few remaining hours of daylight filtering through the trees. “It will be done.”