He envisioned a simple spear, its shaft made of sturdy wood, its head a sharpened stone.
But this time, he didn’t merely rely on imagination. As he focused, he simultaneously channeled his Faith points into the manifestation.
Immediately, the object coalesced with a solidity far beyond his previous spectral creations.
This time, the manifested spear was strikingly real, tangible, and not ethereal like his earlier experiments.
With a surge of anticipation, Sunny initiated his descent onto Veridia.
As he transitioned from the ethereal realm of the Gods to the physical plane of his world, he noticed his Faith points diminishing faster than usual.
He acknowledged the drain, a cost he would analyze later, but for now, his focus was entirely on the immediate task.
He looked at the spear still firmly in his hand. It retained its form, solid and real, even outside the confines of his God Space.
-Success!- Sunny exclaimed, a rare grin spreading across his face.
The successful use of Faith points instead of mana opened up a veritable cascade of possibilities for his future experiments and the advancement of Veridia.
He could now envision scenarios like imbuing specific humans with a fraction of his Faith, allowing them to perform -miracles- that, in turn, would generate even more Faith for him.
It was a self-sustaining cycle of divine influence.
He shifted his gaze to the primitive humans.
They were currently seeking shelter in crude stone caves, their forms huddled together, instinctively hiding from the dangers of their developing world.
They possessed no true weapons, only rough stones which they occasionally hurled at smaller animals for a meager hunt.
There was no complex communication between them yet, only grunts and rudimentary gestures.
It had been only two Godly hours since their initial evolution, but in planetary time, a staggering three years had already passed.
But Due to the accelerated 10x evolution rate, their bodies had already matured, now resembling young adults of around 30 years, filled with nascent strength and youthful vigor.
Sunny knew, with absolute certainty, that his appearance for this first encounter had to be nothing short of divine, an indelible impression etched into their primitive minds.
For this pivotal moment, he had crafted a mask that transcended mere disguise, becoming instead a potent symbol of awe and undeniable authority.
The mask Sunny chose was deceptively simple in its base form, yet imbued with an undeniable otherworldly presence.
It was crafted from a smooth, matte white material, almost like polished bone or a substance untouched by earthly grime.
Its contours flowed organically, hugging the shape of his face with an unsettling stillness.
The eyeholes were large and perfectly black, devoid of any hint of iris or pupil, creating an impression of infinite depth.
Adorning the stark white surface were symmetrical markings of a deep, vibrant violet, almost like solidified cosmic energy tracing ancient pathways.
These markings began as stylized curves above the black eyeholes, flowing downwards in elegant, tapering lines that ended in three distinct teardrop shapes beneath each eye.
These violet markings seemed to subtly shift and shimmer in the faintest light, hinting at a power contained within.
From the base of the mask, where it would meet his neck, hung strands of a pale, fibrous material, reminiscent of dried reeds or bleached hair.
These strands were numerous and moved with an almost imperceptible life of their own, whispering secrets on unseen breezes.
But the true power of the mask lay within the void of its eyeholes. When a primitive human gazed into them, they wouldn’t see mere blackness.
Instead, they would perceive the infinite expanse of the cosmos. Nebulae swirled in vibrant hues of purple, crimson, and emerald, distant galaxies glittered like scattered diamond dust, and the very fabric of spacetime seemed to warp and bend within those impossible depths.
The sheer scale and ancient majesty held within those eyes would overwhelm their nascent minds, triggering an instinctive, involuntary response of complete submission and reverence.
Their bodies would bow, their heads would lower, not out of conscious thought, but as a primal reaction to witnessing the infinite power and unknowable grandeur of the universe embodied within the gaze of their God.
-Too costly! But its features are also awesome,- Sunny remarked to himself, a hint of satisfaction in his voice, as he felt the 40 Faith points drain from his reserves for the creation of this truly divine artifact.
With a final adjustment, he put on the mask, its strange, otherworldly weight settling upon his face. His first direct interaction with his creations was about to begin.
Chapter 15: Ch 15 : The First Offering
Chapter 15 - Ch 15 : The First Offering
Sunny hovered in the air above Veridia, a silent, omniscient observer.
A profound sense of triumph swelled within him as he surveyed the burgeoning flora and fauna of his world, a testament to his constant vigilance and subtle divine nudges.
Slowly, he began his descent, a silent, majestic figure landing near the mouth of a large stone cave where his nascent human population sought refuge.
He stepped inside. The agile and fierce primitive humans, accustomed to their wild existence, instinctively turned their gaze towards the imposing figure at the cave’s entrance, their eyes wide with innate hostility.
But as their gazes fell upon the cosmic depths swirling within the eyes of the Visage of the Ascendant, they were momentarily dazed, their minds overwhelmed by the impossible sight. Within moments, their bodies moved independently of their will, collapsing into a profound bow.
They didn’t yet grasp the concept of -Gods,- but Sunny was certain that as their wisdom evolved, they would inevitably come to know and worship their God Cosmos.
Sunny gestured, a silent command for them to follow, and led them out of the cave towards a nearby tree, abundant with sturdy branches and trailing vines.
He selected a perfectly straight branch, ideal for the shaft of a spear. With a fluid motion, he picked up a nearby stone, then used a resilient vine to bind both the branch and the sharpened stone head together.
The humans, though unable to look directly into the mesmerizing eyes of his mask, watched the entire process of spear-making with an unnerving intensity.
They seemed unsure of what was transpiring, yet not a single voice dared to break the profound silence that accompanied his divine presence.
Sunny finished crafting the spear. He made it by hand rather than simply manifesting the one he already possessed because he wanted to plant the seed of innovation, to inspire them to develop these essential tools themselves.
As he completed the task, he glanced at his Faith Points. They had been over 100 after manifesting the mask, but now they dwindled precariously close to 20.
-I don’t have much time left,- Sunny muttered under his breath. He could sense a massive elephant nearby, a colossal presence in the burgeoning wilderness.
Without hesitation, he walked towards it. The primitive humans followed him closely, their eyes fixed on his divine shadow, unwilling to lose sight of this otherworldly being.
With a focused intent, Sunny hurled the newly crafted spear towards the elephant. It flew with divine precision and power, striking deep into the elephant’s head.
The massive beast bellowed once, then crumpled, dying instantly on the spot. All the native humans watched, truly astonished at the raw, undeniable power displayed by Cosmos.
Sunny then turned his gaze towards a specific human, a young male around 15 years of age. Before descending, he had already meticulously observed the status of all his primitive humans.
Many were born without any discernible talents. Among those who possessed them, most had ordinary F-Grade abilities like Jump, Stealth, or Tracker.
But this particular boy’s talent stood out: Super Strength (C-Grade), making it one of the most practical and potent abilities among his early creations.