Under what circumstances would a God have the need to procreate?

A steady trail of barely visible fumes drew through the night sky, as I was flying my way to the estate while enveloped in camouflage. But I wasn't alone. I was carrying a rope that was tied around two breathing creatures. One was the traumatized and now unconscious boy, and the other was the conscious puppy; my camouflage-equipped mana surrounded both of them as well.

Before you ask, there's a very good reason why I was bringing the boy along with me. As I already mentioned, the puppy had mana flowing through her which caught my interest. But as for the boy, there was a completely different but critical reason. A reason so deeply upsetting. See for yourself.

> Level: 388

> Mana Capacity: 54000

> Mana Control: A+

> Skillset: External Cerebral Circulation Control (Complexity - A) … Flight (Complexity - B+) …

> Character Trait: Logical, Malevolent, Opportunistic, Calculating, Violent Sociopath

> State of Mind: Distraught

Where did I go wrong? My own analysis skill determined me as a violent sociopath just because I murdered a few people in cold blood. If you find this absolutely unacceptable, then we're on the same page. If you agree with the analysis, then I should remind you that I was provoked into committing those murders. I don't deserve to be classified the same as the charcoal kingdom's princess. Moreover, a violent sociopath is even worse than a regular sociopath, which means I'm worse than that lunatic princess according to this dumb analysis.

I can go on for the rest of this chapter complaining about this idiocy, but I'm not going to be petty. Let's just mutually agree that I'm a peaceful person who's being falsely accused by a potentially bugged skill. On an unrelated note, I should probably stop killing people for a while and maybe attempt to show benevolence (hopefully, that would be enough to revert the status over time).

So there I was, carrying home a traumatized boy out of 'genuine' compassion and responsibility. I could have very much saved the trouble and left him back at the scene, but look where we are. I even took the trouble of developing a new skill to carefully limit his blood flow to his brain in order to keep him unconscious.

Anyway, setting that problem aside, there was still the main focus on how long I had been asleep. After about 20 minutes of flying, I took note of the fact that Eden's terrain, as far as I knew, remained mostly unchanged. So at the very least, I couldn't have been asleep for a period as long as say, a decade. It was a slight sense of relief, but I still needed to know the exact time frame I slept through and the significant events that happened during that period.

…

Soon enough, it emerged from the haze — my beautifully lit Victorian style mansion, three floors high, in the distance. All the constructions, not just the mansion but also the factory, were complete. The duration for this build was originally estimated to be one and a half to two months, taking into consideration Devon's magic skills involved in the process. But it could have easily taken longer given how the mansion alone was so breathtaking.

Rather than making my way to the front door and knocking on it to be greeted by my companions after God knows how long, I hovered my way over to an open window on the second floor. Just in case Devon and Edith were not home and they left one of my followers in charge, I may end up repeating the recent bloodbath in my own home. Because clearly, even my followers are capable of being giant gaping assholes.

It was apparently a bedroom window I climbed into. I pulled Ayat and the puppy inside as well, and finally freed them from the ropes. It was a distinctly decorated room, almost seemed redecorated. Because everything I saw in there was oddly colorful like an abstract painting; the walls, carpet, bed, and whatnot.

I laid Ayat down, who was still unconscious, on the bed along with the puppy. She was brushing up against him, expecting him to wake up, which he won't for another hour or so. I looked around the room in search of two things. One, a date marked calendar, and two, a bathroom.

Calendar came first, which I spotted by the closed door. I left a trail of blood to it, and it was a tear-off wall calendar so I got to know the exact date. I finally got my answer — almost three months. That's how long the 15 minutes I spent in my dream was. Although considering my expectation, three months was nothing to stress over. I mean, there was still the concern of what happened and what was happening, but I figured I could afford to relax for a minute before worrying about that. I comfortably made my way into the attached bathroom after dropping down my bloody robe.

After a refreshing 20 minutes, washing up, I stepped out of the bathroom naked and clean while rubbing a thick towel over my head. Just like that, I left the room and stepped into the massive hallway. Since it was nighttime, I couldn't appreciate the exterior of my mansion, but the interior deserves a mention. Spotless red carpet, textured white walls with paintings hung on them. It was just indescribably neat. But, 'Why is there such a stark contrast between the hallway and the room I just exited from?' I posed the question to myself, which I didn't bother analyzing. Because whatever the reason is, it clearly had something to do with the fact that almost three months had passed and I was going to find that out soon.

Anyway, to my immediate right was the staircase which I took to the next floor. I remembered in Devon's floor plan, my personal room was on the third floor, which had an unnecessarily spacious attached wardrobe. So, that's where I was heading. I encountered nobody on my way up, which I added to my ever growing list of 'something's up, but don't question it just yet'.

Upon reaching the third floor, I spotted my room a little to the right from the staircase. I say 'spotted', but it was honestly impossible to miss. A pure gold plated door with masterfully carved designs and my name at the eye-level. You would think such a door would have an even ridiculous security system, but it didn't. Well, in a way, it did. You see, the best way you can provide security to something so Godlike is through fear. You build something that seems so out of reach, all you have to do to protect it is to make people believe that that is the case. A small threat of dying by the hands of God is the only reason one would need to stay away from this kind of monstrosity.

And speaking of the room, right as I entered, lanterns automatically lit up. There was an elaborate mechanism in place which detected my proximity and triggered an ignition magic within those lanterns. Since I didn't release my mana for it to trigger, it was obviously not made with UU enchantments.

Just from a glance, I could tell that the room was roughly four times bigger than the room my companions and I stayed in at the inn. It would take too long to describe all the contents, so just imagine a king's bedroom, but bigger. I walked past the massive bed and opened the door to my wardrobe. I was greeted once again by the enchantment lighting up the room, and revealing a stunning formal suit behind a glass display. And in front of it, there was a slim book, which I curiously picked up and examined.

It was a 17 page long manual that explained the design of the suit, including some hidden features. No enchantments though, it was purely technical. And I could easily tell from the way it was displayed, Devon was proud of this one.

Sliding open the glass display, I suited up. Complete with a pair of black shoes, I walked past the glass display — now empty — and looked at my reflection on the mirror in front. I looked like a certain hitman who would kill 76 people for a dog… nope, no clue who that is (let me know if you got this reference).

One of the more noticeable hidden features in the suit is the white pair of gloves attached to the suit, from the inside of the sleeves. There is a very specific function for this mechanism, which I won't get into now. You'll see when the time comes.

I pulled on the gloves, pulled up the tie knot, and confidently exited my room and headed downstairs. As I reached the bottom floor, I heard the soft humming of a woman coming from what I assumed was the kitchen area because there was also the smell of chocolate. With a frown, I stepped into the white-tiled floors and saw something…

I contained myself from swearing, but still almost shouted, "What are you doing here?" The fully naked ebony, who was bent over in front of the oven, jumped in fright as she turned around with her breasts jiggling.

She was pushed back against the UU enchanted oven, and had one hand over her chest to ease her heart rate. "Right the fuck back at you, pervert!" she shouted back. "Who the hell even are you?"

You should note that despite calling me a pervert, she made no efforts to cover her private parts. I figured she was most definitely an exhibitionist or whatever alternate universe equivalent of that is. But more importantly, I didn't question who she was because I already knew. I'll give you a hint — I remember kicking her ass repeatedly over several hours quite recently.

> Level: 1430

> Mana Capacity: 5700000

> Mana Control: S+

> Skillset: Immortality (Complexity - S) ; Matter Study, Absorption, & Recreation (Complexity - S)

> Character Trait: Free-spirited

> State of Mind: Disturbed

I calmly stepped forward thinking, 'I'll just break her limbs and start interrogating her,' but then I realized, 'Wait, didn't I decide not to do that?' Unfortunately, I had to be non-violent so that the obviously wrong character trait of mine reverts back. So, I dropped my intentions of tormenting her and stepped back.

Letting out a sigh, I repeated my question. "I'm willing to ask you this a second time. What are you doing here?"

"Listen buddy, I don't know why you're acting like you own this place," she had the audacity to say to the owner of the place. "You're supposed to answer my question first considering the fact that I live here. So, I'll also ask again. Who the crap-loving fuck are you?"

"You live here? What about Devon and Edith?"

Her reaction was enough to warrant there was some kind of misunderstanding here. Although that doesn't change the fact that she used the term 'crap-loving fuck' to inquire my identity. "They're… wait, hold on. Are you Zenith by any chance? You look nothing like what Heath described."

Really, this would have been far more efficient if only one of us was asking the questions. The inconvenience of not being able to resort to interrogation was overbearing. Being too confused to even bother with taking control, I activated my pigmentation skill and exhibited my God look, if you want to call it that.

And she reacted. "Oh… I feel like I should apologize for something, but..." she said and then did something I never thought anyone aware of my identity would do in my presence. She grabbed a piece of chocolate cake she had personally baked, placed it on a plate, and just walked past me while licking her chocolate covered finger. 'Did this naked bitch just ignore me?'

She didn't have any rude intentions though, she was just oblivious. As much as I wanted to grow an apple tree through her with my A+ mana control, I chose to control myself yet again. I reverted back my pigmentations and followed her out of the kitchen to the dining table. She sat down and proceeded to take a bite out of the cake. "So, how was your trip?"

"Why do you assume I was on a trip?" I questioned back, taking my seat near her. Again, we were caught in the loop of questions.

"I thought that's what I heard them say. They sounded aware of where you were, I just didn't pay attention. So then where were you?"

I began questioning myself on whether I was wasting my time with her. But I didn't give up yet. "Alright, that's enough. Starting now, I'm going to ask the questions and you're going to answer them. No more and no less."

"Why?"

"What did I just say?"

"It seems like you have a bit of a superiority complex," she responded, taking another bite of her cake. "You'll have a hard time socializing with people like that."

I was at that point where you admit that the current approach is not working and just give up. Assertion wasn't working on her, and violence wasn't an option for me, so… I can't believe I'm saying this, but I decided to be patient with her. "Fine. If you really want to know, I've been asleep for the last 84 days. More specifically, I've been in a dream."

"Cool. What did you dream about?"

"Well, you were a part of it."

"Kinda creepy, but okay… I guess."

Normally, I wouldn't bother with words to express my contempt. But since I can't kill her for that, words were the next best thing. "At least in my dream, you were wearing clothes. You being the way you are and judging me seems rather senseless."

As expected, she did not see that coming. She replied with a rather annoyed frown, "Kinda mean, but okay... By the way, you're not bothered by me being naked, are you?"

"I am not."

"Are you a eunuch?"

It seemed like she was actively trying to provoke me, but her state of mind proved otherwise; she was just being dense. "Just because I don't find you attractive enough to have an erection doesn't mean I'm castrated," I countered. And then immediately followed up with the truth about my lack of sexual urges. "But yes, in a way."

She almost spit out her cake. "Seriously?"

"That's the part you're excited about?"

"I'm just curious bro."

Did she just call me 'bro'? Anyway, I let out a sigh and explained, "Under what circumstances would a God have the need to procreate?"

She wiped the chocolate off her lips, still chuckling. "Makes sense, but still funny." At least she was aware of the fact that I was her God. But that just made her behavior towards me even more baffling.

At this point, I was just barely tolerating her as you could probably tell. So, I didn't realize that this was the first time since my arrival, I had spoken so much and so comfortably with another person. I'm not insinuating anything, it's just interesting what non-violence can lead to — clearly, nothing efficient.

"Okay, now it's your turn. Tell me everything that you know that happened while I was away."