God of What? 4 (Patreon)

God of What?

Chapter 4

-VB-

Yor looked around the Guild’s headquarters, the Pantheon.

This was where he was supposed to sign himself and the original up as a familia. There was supposed to be some paperwork involved, but overall, it was a simple affair. So while the original was out and about trying to find their actual first child to give a falna to, Yor was here in the Pantheon, waiting in a line to meet with any of the staff and advisors to get the paperwork processing going.

Because Yor wanted to do this right.

Finally, after wasting the whole morning in the line, he stood mentally exhausted at the front of the reception with the attention of a physically and mentally tired advisor.

“Hello.”

“Hi.”

Yor snorted, and the receptionist snorted, too. Without even explaining, both of them understood each of their positions and empathized.

“I wish to file for the formation of Marris Familia,” Yor said as he produced the necessary document the original had picked up yesterday after his discussion with Hestia.

The receptionist perked up. “Oh? A new familia?” he repeated as he took the files and looked them over for any surface error. Seeing none, he nodded to himself and smiled. “As this involves confidential information, we will need to use a private room. Please step this way. Illiya, take over for me here at Booth 9!”

They walked out of the Pantheon lobby and toward one of the side halls, and then into a small meeting room with two small couches and a table between them. Once both of them sat down, the receptionist let out a sigh of relief.

“Tired of dealing with all of the adventurers?” Yor asked him.

“It was just a busy morning, that’s all,” he smiled in return and then blinked as he remembered something. Ah, where are my manners? My name is Arundil Marra. I am a Senior Guild Staff, and qualified to look over this kind of paperwork.”

“I am Yor, the first child of Marris.”

“A pleasure to meet you, sir. Now, a new familia, eh? As your god’s first child, it will be more or less up to you to keep track of most financial information,” Arundil began. “For example, you will have to know how much taxes you have to pay and at what rate. Otherwise, you will not be paying enough and get in trouble or pay too much and lose money.”

“I understand. Do you have rule book of sorts?”

“We do, actually!” Arundil grinned as he stood up and walked over to the side bookshelf and brought out a … that was a rather thick tome. Setting the tome on the table, Arundil pushed it towards us. “This here is the complete guide to all paperwork, procedures, and information on Familia-Guild-City relationship. Take your time to peruse it as this one is yours now. That is, if you can read it.”

“Thank you,” Yor said as he opened up the book.

One of the small things that his original forgot to note  - or didn’t because he never noticed it- was the fact that despite not having personally seen or used the local language, both he and the original could read and write the local language.

Chronicler was a nice guy, because he gave the original all of these little life improvements without being asked. Showed how much thought he put into putting the original on this world.

Yor thanked Arundil for his help, paid for the familia registration fees, got his own status registered with the guild, and left the Pantheon.

Now!

Now, it was time for him to go and explore the first floor of the dungeon.

-VB-

As a product of the original’s self-biokinesis shenanigans, Yor knew that he was far stronger than a normal man of his size should be.

It’s why he didn’t bother to buy a weapon before entering the dungeon. He just waltzed in as if he belonged there, moving slowly and daftly dodging all of the other adventures who were all on their way in or out of the dungeon.

As soon as he set his foot down on the first floor, he stood still. Would his direct connection to the original, who has been recognized by other deities as a god himself, be enough to trigger the dungeon?

Yor looked around and waited, which got him some looks from the few Level 1 adventurers mucking about the area.

Nothing happened.

Satisfied with the lack of response, Yor looked around the light blue colored walls of this wide road. According to the book, this was the “Beginning Road” in which all new adventurers started their careers, even the crafting types.

It branched off to smaller corridors where, further down those corridors, were rooms that had the standard goblins and kobolds.

Without really giving it much thought, he strolled down one such corridor and found himself looking at half a dozen goblins.

… Yor could already see how this could have been a bad scenario for a new adventurer.

Yor also acknowledged that this could be a very bad situation for him.

But he rolled up his sleeves as the slobbering goblins armed with rusted daggers (gotta watch out for Tetanus) slowly began to spread out and circle him. Actual tactical thought from literal Level 1 mob? Very interesting.

And then the one from his back jumped at him silently.

But Yor’s hearing was way too good to not miss the sound of a wide foot slapping against moss and stone floor as it took off on a jump. He whirled around, fist cocked back, and punched.

The fist made the air whoosh before landing on the goblin’s nose.

The nose broke and caved in and then the face crunched inward. With its face flattened, the goblin, momentarily stuck midair from the power of the punch flopped down to the ground, dead.

That was enough for the rest of the goblins to start screeching wildly.

Yor grinned gleefully, eyes wide and wild, and attacked.

When he walked out of that room, the other new Level 1 adventurers steered clear of him and his blood-soaked clothes.

It had to be the clothes. It couldn’t be his satisfied smile, right?