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

****(POV)

How long has it been since we have been wounded? 

We were expecting it not to happen for a while. 

Except one of us was annihilated.

Well not that it matters. 

The memories remain.

This means we are the closest us in the area. 

The way that us got defeated is ridiculous. 

Died while trying to cross a forest. 

Killed by a small white wolf. 

One that definitely shouldn't have been there. 

This doesn't make sense. 

Even disaster zones shouldn't contain beings so powerful. 

After all, the people here are truly weak. 

This world is vast, but this so-called continent but a tiny island. 

The people here all extremely ignorant. 

The populace especially. 

They have no idea about anything related to true power. 

We are still looking for clues. 

Trying to understand this world fully. 

The only information we have that slight glimpse we got initially. 

At the exact moment that we cast our web over this world. 

Sending fragments of our consciousness everywhere. 

Paying a huge price for it but one worth it. 

We've been devouring spirit after spirit. 

Making them us. 

Trying to understand the power that these gods possess. 

Every memory so far useless. 

The more information we gather the more confusing it gets. 

There are many churches of many sects here. 

They all seem to have different training methods too. 

None is what we are looking for. 

After all, our goal is bigger than this shithole. 

*Sigh* 

Still, we must persevere.

Right now we are in a peculiar town. 

One with an automated defense system. 

One extremely crude. 

We believe this to be a hastily copied version of the original. 

Ironic how useless it turned out. 

Simply aiding our cause. 

Whenever we decide on a prey, they feel it. 

They quickly realize their imminent demise. 

Then they try to struggle. 

Only to be hindered by that very same system haha. 

Meanwhile death magic has no such limitations. 

After all, death is completely natural. 

If a warning was sent every time someone died of old age…

HEHE. 

Let's just say we are speeding that process. 

The indignation about how they are dying is great.

They usually feel betrayed. 

They usually feel powerless. 

Well, they are. 

More so they are stupid to rely on others to protect them. 

There is a war that will happen soon. 

Yet these idiots are peacefully living their lives. 

I feel like we drew the shorthand of the stick. 

The current us. 

We would rather have started in a more developed area. 

Instead of this place. 

Well, it doesn't matter that much. 

We just need to find what is hidden. 

We have heard rumors of hidden sects. 

How likely is that? 

We do not know. 

But most rumors contain a sliver of truth. 

Simply because humans are too dumb to invent complete lies. 

Our plan simple. 

We will keep slowly taking over this place. 

One victim at a time. 

None the wiser. 

We are playing the long game. 

Slowly gathering information. 

While working as a normal human at first glance. 

We own a funeral business. 

The best option for a necromancer like us. 

At least to get a good supply of corpses. 

We will simply bid our time. 

Then when an opportunity presents itself we will strike. 

Turn this place into our domain. 

But we need to wait. 

Too many powers are residing here. 

Offending them all would not work. 

That other us got killed as a rank 3. 

We could easily get defeated. 

Well, they would have to know of our existence first haha. 

As we are thinking about the future, we see something. 

A huge creature just turned the corner. 

Every of its step sending a shockwave on the pavement. 

We somehow get the urge to kill it. 

But we restrain ourselves. 

We need to be low-key. 

We move out of the way and wait for it to keep going. 

Except it stops. Then talks. 

"You. You aren't human." 

He seems sure of it. 

Funny coming from someone who isn't either. 

No human can be that fat. 

"No, there is something else. The body is normal, the spirit isn't." 

How is he so perceptive?

"Speak, what are you!?" 

"We aRe uS. nOtHiNg mOrE NoThInG LeSs. WhAt mAkEs yOu tHiNk wE ArE …" 

"*Scoff* Trying to blend in? Even when you remained quiet the stench was already giving you away. Not it is only glaringly obvious." 

Now that we look clearly, we know what he is. 

As much as he can recognize us we can recognize him. 

Haha he is an abomination too.

Except that he hasn't come to terms with it. 

He still believes himself to be human. 

How laughable. 

We can smell the stench of death on him too. 

This man reminds us of one thing. 

One creature that we are used to. 

One we like to raise. 

A ghoul. 

One that devours anything in sight. 

Both the living and the dead alike. 

Even resorting to cannibalism. 

This is strange. 

So very strange. 

He seems to be a living man and yet…

We can't help but grin at him. 

"So wHaT? sOmEtImEs sOmE ThInGs aRe bEtTeR LeFt iGnOrEd. YoU ShOuLdN'T HaVe pRoVoKeD Us mUaHaHaHa." 

We pounce on him. 

Soon we make contact with his body. 

It is so very DISGUSTING. 

Even for us. 

Us that deal with corpses on a daily basis. 

The wobbling upon impact. 

The gross feeling. 

We then gather death energy. 

Quickly transfer it to him. 

It starts spreading fast. 

Wait, something is wrong. 

Very so. 

He doesn't stop moving in the least. 

He simply opens his jaw wide.

Impossible so. 

We see the approaching mouth.

We try dashing backward. 

How?!

Our hand is stuck in the fat. 

Then it is too late. 

Our entire body gets swallowed. 

Still, this is not over yet. 

We simply lost our body. 

Our consciousness is still fine. 

Floating away quickly. 

That is when he reopens his mouth.

Then he starts sucking. 

This is impossible?!

Somehow this is affecting our spirit!

Slowly getting dragged backward. 

We are about to disappear! 

Quick we need to do something! 

But what? 

This is…

Ah, never mind. 

Everything is fine. 

He suddenly stops. 

We get it. 

He can still fight.

He can kill us. 

But he would die himself too. 

He is fighting our death magic corrosion. 

He is also fighting the system in the city. 

All the while struggling with us directly. 

He is now recuperating. 

There is no point in both of us dying pointlessly. 

Time to leave! 

But we will get our revenge…