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

Time to get the fuck out of here!

Why?

Okay, so my teacher, or ex-teacher, was there.

He started asking questions about how little Bai managed to heal his injuries.

I kinda panicked and told him I was going home to close the oven.

Not my proudest moment to be honest.

Still, he did let me leave. I guess there is no issue there.

I'll have to see how it develops later but I think it's fine.

I do tend to talk a lot about my life.

That much is true.

However!

There is an exception to that.

I try not to talk about divine power.

Why?

Well simply because I have never heard anyone talk about it before.

Besides the Lunar Goddess, I mean.

This implies that it could bring me lots of trouble.

For all, I know there are people that can extract that power off me.

There is a thing in cultivation stories.

Something called a spiritual root.

Basically, it determines your ability to use various elements.

In this world, they seem to simply call it elemental affinity.

Still, there are horror stories about talented geniuses getting their spirit root stolen.

Not only does that cut off all their potential, but most of the time it kills them too.

To be fair not being able to cultivate in such a world means death anyway.

This place can be harsh I believe.

At the Moon Keep, the old warden did tell me that anyone can become a good poison master.

This at least goes contrary to the cultivation setting.

In it, you need to become a strong cultivator to even be able to mix the poison without dying.

Honestly, let's face it, this does sound ridiculous.

If you come into contact with poison in the first place you ain't doing it right.

Why am I talking about that topic?

Well if that is possible for spiritual roots, perhaps it would be possible for the equivalent here.

That is just a hypothesis on my part.

What if people can cripple me too?

I can defend myself pretty well against the normal populace.

But what should I do if I get hunted by people that specifically know about my powers?

I would be fucked.

I mean they could simply throw me on the bottom of the ocean in a coffin and I'd probably stay there forever.

Even without dying, if they can restrict my movements…GG.

I'm still not sure what the source of my power is.

Perhaps it is a special ability of the body. Some sort of organ or property of the body to wield that energy.

Perhaps it is a special ability of my soul itself. Maybe it's because of all these weird memories I have.

Perhaps it isn't a special ability at all, and anyone can use it.

What if it was easier to understand divine energy for a plain mortal?

What if having cultivated or learned any kind of power system would prevent one from understanding this new one?

How should I explain this…

Ah! I know!

Take a baby for instance.

Growing up with his family he could easily learn the language they speak.

Yet take another language and it may not be as simple.

There could be confusion happening.

I could also say this.

It is easier to draw on a blank canvas.

That is my whole theory about this.

In any case, the energy I came into this new realm with is definitively valuable.

After all, I haven't found divine energy anywhere else.

Meanwhile, mana is all over the place apparently.

I say apparently because I have yet to sense the tiniest strand of mana.

Actually, what if it's the same situation.

What if knowing divine energy prevents me from using mana?

That would make sense.

Or not.

I feel like I would have to ask a god about it.

What is my current relationship with the gods?

So far still, searching for a decent one.

First impression was bad.

Kinda weird how much I dislike the Lunar goddess.

Yet, I have no issue with the Moon Keep itself.

Well, except with the champion there.

Oh and I guess most of the guys there may still consider me an enemy.

This whole faction thing is such a pain.

I remember the old MMOs with two factions.

Already that was complex enough.

Now here there are countless.

I say that but I have strayed far from all of them.

The wild and small towns, not the best places to find political leaders.

Actually, I'm not even sure about the leaders of this current town.

I'd have to inquire about it.

Or not. I don't really care as long as nothing threatens me.

On that note, I think I am good.

I joined a group of woodcutters.

I also worked for the city itself.

This should give me points for sure.

Kinda like the teacher that already has one student he prefers.

Usually, the one that volunteers for all the annoying stuff.

What do they call it again?

School monitor, eh no. Class representative!

Well, I am that guy doing the annoying stuff haha.

Cleaning the sewers is a basic, but necessary job after all!

And I'm back at the camp.

Didn't take that long either.

Seriously, every time I come here, I wonder one thing.

How the hell is there a forest so close to the city?!

This place has big walls, a tamer guild, sewers, and even a library.

No matter how you look at it, it has been here for a while already.

How did no one ever cut that forest?!

How are my companions the ones doing it now?

Was there a sudden shortage in wood?

Why would that be?

Did they suddenly decide they didn't want to have trees in the landscape?

That's not the kind of thing you change on a whim!

Perhaps they have some mage that comes around from time to time and cast a blessing of growth.

Maybe?

I don't know.

As I enter the camp, two of the guys are running toward me.

Did something happen?