《God of Magic and Creation》Chapter 7 - Battle Royal & Interruption
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[Six Months Later]
[Samuru POV]
During the past year, my concentration percentage has reached one-hundred percent. Iovis has also reached full power as well. Now that I could use my full power, I no longer needed a small stage for the game.
I looked toward Iovis and said, "I think it's time to expand the stage."
'Just one world is not my limit anymore. I can now change the universe. First, let me bring my children home,' I thought.
Before I opened a portal to the other dimension, I have changed the flow of time to match our present time.
"[Dimension Portal]," I said before a door appeared in front of us. The Gods attention was no longer on the mirror; they focused on the door that has just appeared. The door opened slowly; they emerged one-by-one from the door.
"Welcome home children," I said.
"Good to see you, Father and Uncle," they said in unison as they bowed. "What are we to do now?"
"Well, I was planning on having you four conquer a part of the world, but I got a better idea," I said as they all looked at me curiously. "There's going to be a battle royal between realms."
"But there is only one planet in each realm that contains life at the moment. How do you plan on fixing that?" Asked Iovis.
"Haha, Iovis, I think you might have forgotten that I am also the God of Creation. Now, watch me fix the problem," I said with excitement in my voice. "[Universe System]...," I said.
I have sped up the other worlds until they contain the same level as Beyria. I have also installed the RPG system to the universe. I have also changed the magic setting for the Gods, which means that Gods do not need to have skills but imagination and enough magic.
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"To make if fair for the other realms, I will be sending each of you to one. Of course, since you are my children I will give you all a parting gift," I said as I snapped my fingers. They have gained Godhood and became High Gods of the most top tier. Though I have made them Gods, their Elemental Potential had stayed the same.
"Thank you, Father," they said with excitement and bowed deeply.
"Now, it's time for me to send you off. You all with have one-hundred thousand years to conquer and prepare your realm for the battle," I said. There are four realms: Mortal, Divine, Demon, and Spirit.
"When the time comes I will send a universal alert saying that the battle has begun. Now, go and prepare."
I waved my hand, and they vanished; I looked over toward the other Gods and said, "you all should prepare as well."
"Yes, sir, we will be on our way," said Erena. They vanished soon afterward.
I looked toward Iovis and said, "Hehe this is going to be fun. Before we go, we should make clones of ourselves so they can act in out stead."
"Yes, I think so as well," said Iovis. With a wave of my hand, two exact copies of us appeared right in front of us. We gave them the instruction to not interfere with the other realms, but they can expand our religion throughout the realms. After they have received their order, they vanished.
"It's time for us to go now," I said, and we both vanished.
[One-hundred thousand years later]
"Before I give the alarm let me create a place to host the game," I said. When I had clapped my hands, a new realm appeared. We vanished and appeared in that realm. There's nothing but darkness, so I created a Sun to illuminate the space. With a snapped of my finger, a stage appeared which has roughly about half the size of the realm. The name of the ore that made the stage is called Aki. Yes, I named it after myself. Not even the strongest High God could put a dent in the material.
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"I name this realm the Martial Realm," I said.
Universal Alert: New Realm created! This domain is called the Martial Realm!
I looked toward Iovis and said, "Haha time for the game to begin."
Universal Alert: The game has started!
Then I proceeded to wave my hand and then four portals appeared. Each portal was about hundred thousand miles wide. Millions upon millions began to pour through the portals. When they stopped flowing through I said, "Iovis and I would like to welcome you all to our first Battle Royal. Also, you guys do not have to worry about dying; I will bring you back after the battle."
They all sighed in relief. Four figures flew in the air and bowed to me. They were my children.
"Haha, I am proud of you guys. You have conquered your realms without any of you dying," I said.
"Yes, Father," they said. Akane flew to me and hugged me.
"It has been so long since we have seen you," she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. I hugged her and let her go after a minute.
"When you go back I will start the battle," I said, and they appeared back in their original position. "Now begin!"
In just minutes it was like hell on Earth. There were body parts everywhere. The realm that was in the lead was surprisingly the Spirit realm. Both Iovis and I were sitting down on a pair of Thrones that I created out of the same material of the stage.
"Just like I thought the Mortals were the first to be wiped out. Now it's just Aaron against the other realms," said iovis as he rubbed his chin.
We watched as the Demons and Divine beings had ganged up on Aaron, but they were no match for him. He ripped them apart in a matter of seconds. After a few more minutes only my children were the only ones standing.
"This was anticlimactic," said both Iovis and me.
"But at least we are about to see something wond- *CRACK*," I said as I was interrupted by a break in the realm.
"How could someone break my domain so quickly?" I asked Iovis. As he was about to speak a figure appeared in front of us.
"Oh, you have an excellent universe here; do you mind if I take it?" He said as he gave off a feel terrible feeling.
'Oh, damn. We're in some trouble now,' I have telepathically sent Iovis.
'Yes, I believe that we are in deep trouble,' he replied back.
"I think I will take it for myself," the figure said as he lifted his hand and...
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