God’s Perspective

Thankfully, the five groups of hunters returned to the village just before nightfall, their spirits a mix of relief and exhaustion. Among them, Brennan led one group, proud yet weary after a long day of challenging the wilderness. The other hunters, while grateful to be back, bore wounds that, though not fatal, required immediate attention. The village women, skilled in herbal remedies, quickly mobilized to tend to the injured. They gathered the necessary plants and roots, their movements efficient and practiced. Eliza, having regained some of her mana during the journey, stepped forward with renewed strength, focusing her healing abilities on those with the most severe injuries. Her gentle touch and whispered incantations worked wonders, easing their pain and promoting recovery.

As the last of the wounded were stabilized and the atmosphere in the village shifted from anxiety to calm, Brennan knew it was time to begin the mass ceremony. Villagers, drawn by the sense of purpose, gathered in the central square, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the setting sun. The magnificent altar, a focal point of their community, stood before them, adorned with intricate carvings and vibrant symbols that seemed to pulse with life. Even as daylight faded, the altar radiated an ethereal light, casting an almost divine aura over the gathering.

Brennan, standing tall as the village head, took a moment to observe the faces of his people—filled with hope, gratitude, and devotion. He stepped forward to address them, his voice resonating with authority and warmth. "Dear villagers, we have come together this evening to express our deepest gratitude and to worship the benevolent god who has graciously blessed us with a tool that will lead us to prosperity and abundance. Today, we gather not only to celebrate His gifts but to reaffirm our commitment to His divine will."

He paused, letting his words sink in, the weight of their significance hanging in the air. "Let us honor His divinity and give thanks for the countless blessings He has bestowed upon us. We must remember that we are not merely followers; we are stewards of His trust. Our actions, our unity, and our faith reflect the love He has for us. We will stand together, unwavering in our devotion, and we shall never betray His trust."

Brennan then raised his arms, inviting the villagers to join him in prayer. "Now, let us come together as one community, bound by faith and gratitude. I invite you all to join me in reciting the prayer that honors our god and strengthens our bonds." 

With a steady voice, he began the prayer incantation,

"O God of Imagination, who transcends the bounds of time, You are the weaver of creation’s grand tapestry, blending the wonders of knowledge, magic, and dreams. You are the sovereign of stories and adventures, guiding our narratives with insight and creativity. Bless our pursuits and quests, and inspire our journeys with your boundless vision and favor."

" O God of Imagination, who transcends the bounds of time, You are the weaver of creation’s grand tapestry, blending the wonders of knowledge, magic, and dreams. You are the sovereign of stories and adventures, guiding our narratives with insight and creativity. Bless our pursuits and quests, and inspire our journeys with your boundless vision and favor."

 Repeating it twice, as the villagers echoed his words, their voices rising in harmony, a powerful testament to their shared belief and commitment to their faith.

The altar glow more faintly that it's already noticable to the naked eye. Though no one noticed it as all of them are seriously praying and closing their eyes. 

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Tom, the first devoted follower of the God of Imagination, knelt in deep reverence, his heart full of gratitude. He reflected on the second chance at life granted to him after narrowly escaping death at the jaws of a Stormpelt Wolf. The wounds he had suffered had seemed insurmountable, but now he stood alive, filled with awe at the miracles he had begun to witness. His faith was stronger than ever, a steadfast flame ignited by the divine blessings he felt surrounding him.

“ O God of Imagination, who transcends the bounds of time, You are the weaver of creation’s grand tapestry, blending the wonders of knowledge, magic, and dreams. You are the sovereign of stories and adventures, guiding our narratives with insight and creativity. Bless our pursuits and quests, and inspire our journeys with your boundless vision and favor.”

As he recited the full prayer incantation, a familiar sight unfolded before him—a holographic Divine Interface materialized in his mind, just as it always did. Each time he beheld this radiant panel, he was filled with amazement and wonder. It was a tangible manifestation of the God’s love, a sacred tool bestowed upon them to help shape their lives for the better. This divine interface not only provided guidance but also opened a realm of possibilities, allowing him to navigate the challenges of his journey with newfound purpose and clarity.

He saw his name inside the user information icon as he open it.

Tom opened his wallet and saw his balance of earned Quarks: 380 Quarks. His father, the village head, had told him that he needed only 300 Quarks to level up to level 1 and unlock his class.

Excitedly, he clicked the plus button and confirmed his choice in the system. 

He opened the class section and he saw the choices.

Tom was eager to choose the warrior class, drawn to the strength and valor it represented. However, he felt a deep desire to devote himself fully to the God he worshiped. After much contemplation, he made a decision that resonated with his heart: he would select the Aid class. This path would allow him to focus on helping others, embodying the principles of compassion and support in the name of his God.

With his choice made, he noticed he still had a balance of 80 Quarks remaining. Curious and eager to explore the possibilities, he turned his attention to the skill section, which had now become accessible after unlocking his class. Excitement filled him as he envisioned the abilities he could acquire to better serve his community and fulfill his divine calling.

Tom could hardly believe the impressive skills available for the Aid class. Each one seemed powerful, but he knew he could only choose one for now, as his father had explained. Eliza, the saintess chosen by the God, was an exception and could access more abilities, but for Tom, the decision was weighty.

After careful consideration, he decided to accumulate more Quarks before making his purchase. He set his sights on the "Holy Strike" skill, imagining how it would enhance his ability to fight. The thought of becoming a powerful combatant filled him with joy and determination. He knew that by focusing on his path, he could one day unlock his full potential.