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

In a dark room, two individuals were scheming. 

There was an extremely handsome man. 

His features were sadly hidden in the darkness. 

Anyone seeing him would have gotten lovestruck instantly. 

An extremely strong beast was lying at his feet. 

A beast so powerful it could lay waste to entire worlds with a shake of its paw. 

The man was craftily planning with a woman. 

One as old as time itself. 

One as wise as the wisest of sages. 

One that could know everything about a being by simply looking at them. 

They were etching a stratagem. 

They would make use of the strength of others. 

They would ride on their tail, sneakily. 

Let them face all dangers. 

They would simply follow behind. 

Calmly and relaxingly.

That would allow them to achieve their goals. 

The plan was genius itself. 

She had come up with it. 

He had made it possible by charming an army. 

One so powerful and amazing. 

One full of elite individuals. 

Now they would launch this operation. 

Soon they would conquer the world.

Aaaaand…

That concludes my Chuuni rendition of my meeting with Gran. 

Meanwhile, Wolfie is on the floor acting cute. 

So to summarize we are going to follow the beggars. 

Eh, I mean the wanderers. 

The next day we execute order- our plan. 

We have nothing to complain about besides the smell. 

Soon enough we see a city in the distance. 

There are many soldiers blocking our passage. 

When they see us, they start despairing. 

They realize this is going to be a siege. 

One in which they may very well all die. 

They are bracing themselves. 

A few minutes later these troops are shoved aside. 

The main city gate is destroyed. 

The wanderers are visiting the place. 

That is when Gran intervenes. 

She meets with the leaders here. 

Not long after, she has negotiated a deal with them. 

They will allow us passage if we bring the wanderers away with us. 

We have fun all day long then we all leave. 

I gotta say…

This is fun as Hell!

We've been worrying about where to flee for so long. 

Now we are just brute-forcing our way through. 

Let's just say the next weeks we repeat that very thing many times. 

Gran voluntarily makes us slow the pace down. 

That much is easy. 

They are kept busy by the shows. 

More stories about people leaving everything behind. 

Now, this has an amazing effect. 

There are rumors circulating about us. 

We are getting a reputation of being unstoppable. 

This rumor is faster than our own travel speed. 

Before long I feel like royalty. 

Wherever we go they grandly open their gates. 

We even get assigned guides to show us around.

The only thing is we always sleep in the wild. 

That is part of every deal. 

They always want us gone as soon as possible. 

One thing that surprises me is how the wanderers eat. 

That's the thing, they don't…most of the time. 

The wanderers are able to go a long time without sustenance. 

Or more like they somehow store energy. 

It feels like an oddly powerful ability for what it's used for. 

I mean …they just walk around. 

That's all they ever do!

So whenever we pass by a good hunting spot, they eat their fill. 

Disaster zones are OP. 

Somehow, even with an army, we evade the most dangerous areas.

Sticking to the edges. 

This way hunting is easy and there are no casualties. 

Some monsters definitely question life. 

Well, before dying.

An onslaught of dudes punching everything to death. 

Some actually have weapons. 

Just that most of the time they don't use them. 

Keeping it for an emergency. 

An emergency that never happens because there are a thousand of them!

Thus we keep cruising. 

I and Rollin have started a collection.

He draws portraits of the stunned expressions of sect leaders. 

Sometimes we actually encounter stronger groups. 

Ones that there is no way we could win against. 

But even then, they bow down to our might. 

After all, it would be the most worthless trade ever.

Them sustaining heavy casualties for no reason. 

That would only weaken them and cause their downfall down the line. 

Our army causes anger, tears, and stupefaction. 

Gran inspects every location we pass through. 

Observing our interlocutors' reactions. 

Quickly determining who wants to murder us.

You know to get revenge. 

So far all of them. 

Because of this, we stay with the army. 

It feels like we may have joined a pirate ship. 

One that is extremely hard to quit. 

You know what they say. 

Once you go wandering there is no leaving. 

Or not…

Finally, after weeks, we see hope after a long time. 

We reach the abondance sect. 

Worshipping the Abundance Goddess. 

Let's just say her statue is pretty nice. 

One part in particular shows ampleness. 

I'm totally talking about the wheat in her hands. 

Yep, 100%. Nothing to see here. 

Anyway, their leader is an old man. 

He has heard of us. 

Contrary to most, he doesn't seem bothered by our presence. 

Since their specialty is agriculture sharing basic food is no trouble. 

Of course, they keep the good stuff hidden. 

Not that it bothers me. 

After all, I can't feel the mana anyway. 

For me, only the taste matters. 

The feast they throw us is tasty as fuck! 

The only way it could be tastier is if I had spices. 

By that I mean poison.

I'm softly complaining aloud about it, then Wolfie turns toward me. 

She does a magic trick. 

Comes out of her mouth...a jar!

One sealed especially well. 

What the fuck?! 

Ah, then again, she did use that power before in the past. 

Some sort of special storage ability maybe? 

Back when she had that shiny silver coin. 

It was probably a collector one. 

It was different than the regular ones I saw afterward. 

Probably why the shopkeeper was losing his shit back then. 

I check the content. 

Now, why the fuck can Wolfie vomit poison jars on demand?!

Ah, she did spend a while with the warden. 

[Did he entrust you to give me that?] 

She nods. 

Nice! 

I put a bit on my food before swallowing. 

It's tasty but weird. 

It seems there was no thought given to mixing the flavors. 

This is bad. 

Meh, whatever. 

I just chuck it in my clothes. 

Then I see Gran come toward me. 

She has finished talking about us staying here with the leader. 

Everything is fine. 

We have finally found a home. 

Actually, I will probably leave after a while. 

But as long as they are fine this is all that matters. 

The night ends in loud celebration and happiness. 

Life is good, isn't it?