God’s Perspective

Brennan, the village head read again what the god of imagination said in the private message. 

As he now been tasked by the god of imagination, he has to do something. 

"My fellow brothers and sisters! The God of Imagination has bestowed upon me a vital message that we must heed with open hearts and eager minds!

He desires us to embark on a journey toward prosperity through the gift of literacy. Our ability to read will unlock the mysteries of the Divine Interface, empowering us all. To aid us in this endeavor, I urge you to seek out the potions available in our store—language comprehension and translation. These elixirs will enhance our understanding and enable us to engage fully with the knowledge that awaits us.

Moreover, we are called to pursue our classes, which will grant us incredible strength and capabilities. However, many of us lack the quarks necessary to unlock these potentials. Thus, I propose we organize a hunting party to seek out the beasts that roam our lands. It is vital that we include my granddaughter in this quest, for her healing abilities will be our safeguard.

In addition, I call upon the mothers, children, and elders of our village to unite in prayer. Through collective supplication, we can accumulate the quarks we need. I ask that we do this with care, as it may tire us, and that we time our prayers for just before dinner, when our daily labors have come to a close.

Let us heed this divine call and work together toward the fulfillment of our shared destiny! Together, we shall rise to new heights of prosperity!"

The villagers were filled with excitement after hearing their village head’s words. They eagerly turned their attention to the store icon, where they discovered the monthly offerings: two potions labeled "Language Comprehension" for 15 quarks and "Translation" for 5 quarks, both available for purchase with just two prayers. 

Thanks to the blessing of understanding, they were able to comprehend the other items in the store as well. The mothers and children admired the fresh fruits and vegetables, while the hunters focused on the weapons and gear suited for their expeditions. The elderly were particularly drawn to the vitality potions and elixirs, each clearly marked with their respective quark prices.

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I'm Garrick, one of the hunters who suffered severe injuries last night. It's hard to wrap my head around what transpired. We encountered a creature thought to be nonexistent in our area: the Stormpelt Wolf. Its agility rivaled that of the wind. We were nearly annihilated, but one of our hunters managed to hit one of its eyes, causing it to stop and flee deep into the forest. Thankfully, it was alone, but we sustained grave injuries, especially Tom, who now bears three deep gashes across his chest. 

All our hunted game was devoured by the wolf, and our morale has plummeted. We returned to the village, but many of us had lost a significant amount of blood. Despite the bandages and herbs, the journey from the depths of the forest, where every sense was heightened, took a toll on our already stressed wounds. Upon reaching the village, we found the residents busily assisting us. Families of the gravely injured were weeping, many of them barely breathing, uncertain if they would survive the night. The priest capable of healing was in the nearest city, a day’s travel away, meaning it would take two full days to bring him to our village. We had to prepare ourselves for the grim possibility of needing our craftsman to build resting caskets for those we might lose tonight.

Then, out of nowhere, a being composed almost entirely of pure light descended from the night sky. He proclaimed himself the god of imagination and began to heal us all. I watched in awe as my wounds on my arm and torso glowed, healing at an astonishing rate. Tears welled in my eyes at the miracle unfolding before me. Tom, who had been on the brink of death, opened his eyes to find his fatal chest wound closing rapidly. I hugged my wife and son, filled with gratitude for this extraordinary moment. 

We joined in prayer as the god recited a blessing, and I saw a rectangular window filled with indecipherable text and images. I felt compelled to connect it to our newfound divine powers, not fully understanding its significance. All I knew was that this god had bestowed us with grace, and from that moment on, we pledged our devotion to him.

After our divine god vanished, we were all left in a state of shock. The village head had to urge us to return to our homes, and my wife and I found it impossible to sleep that night. The image of the god of imagination lingered vividly in our minds, and we weren't sure when we finally drifted off.

I woke suddenly to the crowing of roosters. My wife and I remained in bed, holding hands and praying for the blessings the god had bestowed upon us the night before, expressing our gratitude for another day. Once our prayers concluded, I ventured outside to chop firewood. As I gripped my axe, I noticed a bustling crowd gathering in the center of the village, near the altar. Curiosity piqued, my wife and I made our way closer to the commotion.

What I saw was unbelievable. The nearly dilapidated altar, once a humble structure honoring our ancestors, had transformed completely. The animals and inscriptions were replaced by elegant, holy designs. The cloth draped over the altar flowed gracefully, the expression of the divine being depicted was breathtaking, and the intricate writing at the base appeared almost alive. Although it was made of cedar wood, it looked so lifelike that one might mistake it for a real entity.

The village head stood before the crowd, announcing that the god of imagination had blessed us with a tool to enhance our lives, simply by reciting the prayer he had shared with us the previous night. I struggled to remember the exact words, but fortunately, the village head had retained them. He also pointed out that the inscriptions at the bottom served as the prayer incantation. I recorded the prayer in my mind, but once again, I caught sight of the rectangular window filled with indecipherable words and images.

The village head explained that this was the blessing we had received, called the Divine Interface. Through it, we could gain knowledge, procure medicines, and even become stronger like the paladin knights and mysterious mages of old. However, I faced a challenge: I couldn’t read the inscriptions. I had never had the opportunity to learn, as reading wasn’t deemed essential for our daily lives. My father had only taught us how to count coins, ensuring we wouldn’t be deceived by merchants.

Then, something remarkable happened. The Divine Interface became blurry for a moment, and as it stabilized, a profound understanding washed over me. I suddenly knew how to read. Although I still couldn’t grasp the words visually, deep down, I understood their meaning. It was as if my very soul had acquired this knowledge, while my eyes struggled to comprehend. The experience was indescribable.  

I saw the icons indicating user information, communication, library, store, and wallet 

I open my user information and I saw my name on it. 

I open the wallet icon, as the village head had instructed us, and noticed my balance of 24 quarks. He explained that we needed to accumulate 300 quarks to unlock a class, which could be obtained through hunting or prayer. I turned to my wife and son, urging them to pray diligently to earn quarks and unlock their classes. 

The village head mentioned that here, we could acquire either a knight or a healer class. My heart swelled with hope at the thought of my son becoming a knight, just like those I had seen in the city. I remembered how impressed I had been by the granddaughter of the village head, who had embraced her class and showcased its real power. My son could gain incredible abilities and make a significant difference in our lives. I wanted him to experience that same sense of strength and purpose. Together, we resolved to work hard, believing that our devotion would lead us to the greatness we sought. 

We prepared ourselves for the hunt, eager to follow the village head's instructions. He told us that we could pursue any creature we desired, from the smallest rabbit to the largest bear, as all would yield valuable quarks. After some discussion, we agreed that wild boars would be our target. Not only would hunting them provide much-needed meat for the village, but it would also earn us quarks. We had our sights set on purchasing healing potions, which, while expensive at 15 quarks each, could be lifesavers in dire situations. The village head advised us to be prudent, reminding us that his granddaughter would accompany us to offer healing as needed. We decided it was wise to buy just five potions, to ensure we had some backup without depleting our resources.

As we ventured into the forest, we formed a protective circle around the village head and his granddaughter, knowing their roles were crucial for our success. The village head had already chosen his class, although he lacked any skills for now; he simply needed a modest number of quarks to acquire one. I felt a thrill of anticipation as I thought about what skill I might receive once I gathered enough quarks. The excitement of the hunt was palpable, and I was eager to see what challenges lay ahead.