The Unnamed God. I'm really Not a God You Guys!

****(POV)

All I could think then was what the fuck!

Okay, this is not as simple as bringing out a really good sword.

No, this one is mythical and infamous. Legends say that whoever possesses this sword will want to do nothing but slaughter. The Eagle of Massacre was a fighting addict. He would dive into the battlefield and slice people left and right. The more blood the happier he felt.

The Lion would carefully plan every campaign, but at some point, the Eagle would just show up and take care of all the enemies by himself. That's how he became famous. The whole continent was expecting him to become a slaughtering machine and to start a continent-wide killing spree at some point. Surprisingly that never actually happened. Well, he did annihilate a few sects, but nothing too bad in the grand scheme of things.

Let's just say everyone was surprised when he joined the Moon Keep and as a simple instructor at that. Well, then again there are various legends about that faction too. If anything they could be compared to a sleeping behemoth. Over the years, vegetation grew on its back and people now take it to be a simple mountain. Little do they know should it be woken up and enraged, this whole land will know fear. That is how I would describe them.

They do not make any wave, but no true power here dares to go against them. Anyway, it is an established fact that he was spending his days quietly there.

That reminds me of something our savior said. Something about faking being the Moon Keep's champion. Something about receiving magic lessons from Grey the Necromancer, another legend, this one even worse than the Eagle. Something about knowing a Bald Eagle.

Not only does he know him but he even has his legendary weapon!

In the first place obtaining it is almost impossible. Either from fighting or convincing.

Also, the sword itself can only be used by bloodthirsty people. Or that should be the case.

So he brought out the motherfucking Bringer of Calamity. As soon as I saw that I stopped chanting to stare like a dumbass.

He then lighted it up. The famous blade of fire appearing under my very eyes.

At first long, then very long. The raw energy crackling inside it more than what I have used over the course of my entire life. Enough power to end anything in one strike. I was truly glad to be his ally.

Against that no chance of survival. No matter what. Then he brought it down and obliterated the dragon.

He led us to survive, he toyed with a creature straight out from a nightmare and finally just ended it with one slash.

Oh yeah, afterward he also thanked me for saving his life. Something about my spell allowing him to finally end the fight. Yes, that spell that I never even finished.

I chanted, I pointed, and I blanked.

No matter how I tried to deny it he kept saying the same thing. I wanted to refute badly, but I was not about to risk angering him over something so simple.

Then we entered this castle. He managed to unseal it instantly I'm not even sure how.

Confronted to our scary host he showed no fear. He remained his composed and casual self, also goofy a bit. I mean who goes around poking vampires?!

Him! He fucking does!

That reminds me, there was the wolf at his side that kept growling all along. Somehow I have no memory of that wolf much. I've seen it plenty of times, but it never fought, ever.

It keeps trailing behind him lie a shadow. Wait, there was that episode with the Inn. Oh god, even his pet is special…right? Don't tell me it's some sort of beast king or something?! Wait, no that's impossible. These guys are prideful and …. actually might be.

I don't know at all. In any case, that wolf instantly saw through the whole castle and the vampire.

I thought there would be a hard and epic fight, but nope. We just went to eat. That begs to question, aren't they supposed to be the evilest race there is?

I can see two options. First, our host is actually an exception. Two, he has realized he is no match for our ally and is acting coy.

Now that I think carefully it might very well be possible. Since he saw through the illusion instantly and all.

As I am deep in thought and still eating a bite from time to time I can hear my colleagues.

"This is the best thing ever!"

"Exactly like my granny used to cook it!"

"This pudding is the best!"

"Anyone wants to spar? I feel so full of energy!"

Ah, these dumbasses. And who has pudding as his favorite food? That's not warrior-like at all.

I should probably remind them.

"No sparing! This whole food is an illusion! You guys have only been eating empty air all this while!"

They all look at the food on their plates, then at me.

"Hum…Leader? I have a question…"

"What is it?"

"If that is all an illusion why are you eating it as we speak?!"

"Are you dumb?! Because it's extremely delicious! Don't even try this with me even now you are still munching away too!"

We all look at each other and give an understanding nod. It all makes sense. So what if it fake. As long as it tastes good right?

"Wait, chief, won't that mean that he would be in danger?! He just followed a vampire, didn't he?! What if he gets put under charm too and…"

"He'll be fine. Have you seen how he killed that bone dragon? You think a man like him would fear a single vampire?"

"Yes but that was with you burning your life force to support him no?!"

"That's obviously bullshit. That was all him. I just spectated. I never actually did finish that spell."

Some are looking at me like they have heard something unbelievable. The more perspicacious ones don't really seem surprised.

All of them are still eating, however. That includes me. Damn, this magic is addictive as fuck!

Oh well, for all we know an epic fight of apocalyptic proportion is happening right about now.