Speaking of potential, I made sure to program the system so that every skill I create isn't just limited to my followers—I can use them too. After all, what's the point of creating powerful abilities if even I can't wield them myself? That's basically killing two birds with one stone. My people get stronger, and so do I.
Of course, there's a catch. To use or integrate skills, I still need to spend points. Another layer of spending… sigh. It feels like running a divine economy where I'm both the banker and the broke customer. For now, I'll hold off on integrating new skills until I've saved up enough points. Better to grow my reserves first than recklessly drain them.
Once I set that aside, another thought struck me: introductions. Every great system needs one. I've already planned out how it should greet new users—something grand but simple. When someone activates the system through their pendant, the first thing they'll hear is: "Welcome, Player." Right after that, my prayer will be recited, binding them to me through faith.
The best part? Setting that up didn't even cost me a single point. A freebie, straight from the god of flames himself.
Over the past few days, I've been busy—constantly exploring the world through my sight. The reason was simple: to observe the continents, the kingdoms, and the great empires that sprawled across the land. Still, I made sure to avoid peering into the regions where the God's Church resided. That would be nothing short of inviting disaster, alerting them to my presence far too early. My plan required patience. I needed to remain hidden until I became powerful enough to take revenge on him.
For now, my goal was much simpler—money. Yes, money. It might sound laughable, but when your followers are dwindling, reduced to single digits while other gods hold thousands, it becomes painfully clear how important resources truly are. Just thinking about that man again made my blood boil. I had to steady myself, force my rage back down.
I had already chosen my first target: a kingdom lying near the edge of the continent. It was a frontier nation, the kind that welcomed wanderers and adventurers. More importantly, it was also the place where people sought passage to the Forbidden Continent.
"The currency in this world is simple enough: 100 copper coins make 1 silver, 100 silver make 1 gold, and 100 gold make 1 Crown coin. Yeah, typical fantasy troupe if you ask me—real original. It's like someone just followed the 'How to Build a Fantasy Economy for Dummies' manual. Next thing you know, I'll find a blacksmith who charges me 'one gold' to fix a sword worth three kingdoms."
The reason I chose this kingdom—ah right, the name is Sapin. Royal Family of Sapin, led by King Alexander August Sapin. Yeah, I did my homework. This place is crawling with bandits, robbers, killers—basically every flavor of lowlife you can think of. And the best part? These people all carry coin. Just imagining the amount of money I'll rake in makes my blood run hot. Time to clean up this kingdom… and I'm sure the king will be thanking me later for it, whether he knows it or not. Oh, and there's no church here. Perfect. That makes Sapin my personal playground. The hunt starts today.
Now, before I start hunting, first things first—I need to make sure I can properly hunt them down.
With my strength alone, I could probably bulldoze most humans without breaking a sweat. But what if I'm unlucky? What if I run into a Divine Champion or worse, a God Mage? That would spell disaster. Those people have the potential to inflict massive damage on me—enough to cripple my well-being, maybe even end me outright.
So yeah, no. Preparation comes first.
This time, I'll focus on my flame skills, mastering every flicker and spark until they feel like second nature. Fire has always been my element, my weapon of choice. And while I'm at it… swords. I've always loved swords. Perhaps later I'll integrate a sword skill into my arsenal—blades wrapped in fire, cutting through anything in my path.
With my five fire-based skills and my massive reserves of mana, this was the perfect chance to train seriously—and perhaps even create new techniques of my own. Just the thought of it made my heart pound with anticipation. The flames I commanded weren't limited by the narrow rules of this world; no, they were boundless, shaped by my will and imagination.
In my past life, I had devoured countless novels, manhwas, and mangas, each brimming with powerful flame users and their devastating techniques. Phoenix fire, black hellfire, blue cleansing flames, explosive bursts, searing swords of light—if they could dream it, then why couldn't I bring it to life here? My imagination was the fuel, and my mana was the spark. The possibilities stretched out endlessly before me.
Today, I would not only hone my control but also experiment, bending the flames to obey visions I carried from another world. If I succeeded, I wouldn't just be another fire
God—I would be something this World had never seen before.
Without further ado, I started my training in my own training grounds. I already had an idea—since I'm the God of Fire, surely the fire skills in my system wouldn't cost me any Divine Points. I began to imagine a ball—a ball engulfed in flames. After a few seconds, a fiery orb materialized in front of me. I threw it at the practice target about ten meters away, and boom! The explosion was powerful; the target was completely destroyed and burned to ashes. Well, considering I'm a god, that's only natural.
Just as I thought, when using the system, I don't even need to activate it manually. With just my imagination and my mana reserves—over a thousand—it works perfectly. I then imagined ten fireballs forming around me. Whoosh! ×10
Ten fireballs surrounded me at the center. I hurled them in different directions—boom! boom! boom!—explosions echoed one after another, shaking the entire training ground.