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

****(POV)

This invader is right in front of me. 

Let's see. He is sticking his chest out, flexing his muscles, has a huge perverse grin that I can't wait to wipe off his damn face! He's wearing a long robe hiding most of his body, that flexing is wasted. 

I'm still unclear on why these guys intend to attack our Starter continent. The resources aren't the best. We and a few others are here to protect it, somewhat. It simply doesn't seem like a good investment of manpower. 

I do know this specific guy is trying to summon an army of his brethren to invade us. Looking at him…he gives out the aura of a rank 3. There is something wrong. Each invasion that they do leave traces. It magnificently breaks the fabric of space itself to allow them to cross over.

This process is extremely eye-catching while also limiting them to send a rank 4 of below. Anyone stronger will somehow get rejected and cause the tunnel to fluctuate. This can only mean one thing, death. 

Usually, it is always a rank 4…Yet right now …

Are they starting to lack manpower? Probably not. What if it's a ploy? What if he is disguising his aura? That wouldn't be the first time this happens. I'm watching his every move wondering when he'll strike. 

He's watching me too, well leering at me. As he does he's licking his lips, his tongue is long and ….forked?! 

"How about it? Become mine haha." 

Let's do this. I grab my sword and slash at him. He follows the cold steel with his eyes, then he simply raises his arm. 

*Clang!* 

Somehow, he is perfectly fine. Looking at his torn sleeve I can discern scales, green, sturdy-looking, in a diamond pattern. Is that his trump card? 

"You, what are you?!" 

"Hehe aren't you curious, little girl? *Theatrically raises arms in the air* I am the powerful and great Raza of the Raz Clan! I come from the noblest lineage of them all! We are all invincible and beautiful! Behold my glorious appearance!" 

That's when his entire body changes, becomes covered in scales. Ah! Some kind of polymorphing ability. It clearly boosts his defenses. Looking at him, he seems like some kind of snake-human hybrid. His predatory gaze is similar to one too. 

"Now, little girl. Shall I show you the greatness of the Snake Overlord Bloodline? Hahahaha!" 

He charges forward. Right punch? I can dodge that easily. Left punch? Is he even trying? A high kick won't do much either.  Every time he attacks I simply move a tiny bit to avoid it. It seems to me like he only knows how to fight with brute strength. This will be a quick fight. 

I simply slash at his vitals. Head, heart, neck, dick. As usual, my accuracy is perfect. There's one issue, however. 

The results of it are a series of *Clang* sounds. Each slash barely leaving a white mark on the man, no the creature's skin. 

This sure is annoying. The more I slash and the more I realize how much of a pain this guy can be. He keeps taunting me too. 

"Hehe, little lady! Have you not eaten enough?! Why are you so weak?! Are you playing around with that little metal toy of yours?! Trying to stab me? How about I show you what real stabbing is all about? You know, some really deep stabbing that you won't ever forget if you know what I mean…" 

Now he's winking. It looks really weird with his eyes that have changed color to look yellow and vertically split. Ah, also snakes don't have eyelids, right? Well, his seem to still be there but less responsive than usual. His winking looks painful. 

"How are you so hard?" 

"I can be even harder, should I show you, little lady?" 

"No, seriously. How is your skin so thick!?" 

"That's not the only thing that's thick haha. You see this is the difference between me and the common people. No matter how you guys struggle you won't ever achieve the same level as me haha. Long training? Dedication? That's all for the common populace!" 

He's snorting arrogantly while raising his head upward. 

"In this world, there are two types of people. The ones that manage to awaken a bloodline, and the ones that should serve the former! This is an indisputable truth. I am but a rank 3, yet you can't even pierce my defenses. What do you think will happen once I manage to become even stronger? I bet I could tackle a rank 5 here already haha!" 

"You seriously think so?" 

"Hehe, this place is desolate and recluse. You guys don't even have bloodlines, right? Ah, but don't worry about it. You can't be blamed for your ignorance. Still, rejoice for there is still a way for you to make something of your life!" 

"What would that be." 

I just need to keep the conversation going until he spills something of value. He's oddly talkative for someone that hasn't managed to even hit me once. 

"You see, bloodline is always the most important. If you have parents with different levels of bloodline the result will be the strong bloodline being weakened and it is such a waste. Now there are three ways to improve the quality of one bloodline:

-Bloodline Conservation: Both parents having the same bloodline to keep it pure. It has the highest success rate, and most experts are born this way. 

-Bloodline Fusion: Both parents having strong bloodlines. This can either create a complete waste of a being or in rare cases a new bloodline with both attributes of each. 

-Bloodline Source Resurgence: A parent with a strong bloodline and a parent with absolutely no bloodline. While 99.99% of the time it creates useless offspring…sometimes the bloodline will be mysteriously strengthened. 

Now, that is where you people come in, little lady."

"So, you guys are invading to use the Starter continent as a breeding ground?" 

"Precisely, aren't you in luck? If you are lucky and manage to make me a strong son you could even become my wife, isn't that amazing?"

"*Sigh* I guess that's enough information. Now, shall we end this?" 

I start my Moonlight Dance. I use shadow magic to immobilize my enemy. Even now he is looking at me smugly, still believing himself invincible. Then with my shadow threads wrapped around him, I slash, a single time. A silvery light goes toward his head. 

"You think you can defeat me? Hahaha, what a ridiculous-!"

His head gets severed. Even in death he still arbors his annoying perverted grin. Oh well, at least the Starter continent is safe from that specific threat. 

Actually, why is it called that? 

I have a strange feeling about it…like it wasn't always called that.