The Unnamed God. I'm really Not a God You Guys!

Chapter 222: POV Galore

****(POV)

Something big did happen.

A hostage situation.

Or so they say.

There are rumors.

It happened in the library at a time when it was mostly empty.

They say some kind of rich girl was the victim.

Then the guards dispersed the crowd.

Trying to make us believe it was all a training exercise!

Bullshit!

I don't buy it.

There is no way they would have proceeded that way if it was the case.

Their leader too indecisive for a guy that knew it was going to happen.

Still, I am not one to be fooled easily.

At some point, the truth will come out.

It always does.

Then I will stand proudly.

I will be the one that knew.

I will have the glory.

Most importantly I will gain massive benefits.

The stakes are heavy.

This would bring about phenomenal changes.

I can't wait.

Then again, I am scared a bit too.

What if it turned out to be really just as they claim?

This would mean that my investigation was a failure.

No, I need to believe.

There are people counting on me.

Following my lead.

So many of them.

Many are against my ideology too.

But screw these guys!

I will show them.

At least, I hope.

Well, for now, there is only one thing that I can do.

That is to wait and keep working hard.

There really is a lot resting on this.

By that, I mean exactly 5 silvers.

That is a huge amount of money for a small baker like me.

Oh well, back to work I go.

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They laughed in my face!

They laughed in my back!

They kept laughing.

Telling me that this plan of mine was insane.

That I would never succeed.

That I was a madman.

I proved them all wrong!

All of these fuckers!

I showed them who's boss.

They said I would never make it.

They said I would get buried alive.

They said I would fail.

But I kept going.

I kept working hard.

Practicing my secret techniques.

At first, it was hard.

But then I gained experience.

The longer I did it the more proficient I became.

Until finally my craft got to insane levels.

Enough to captivate anyone.

Just from a small whiff make them slaves.

Having no choice but to swing by.

Handing me their savings voluntarily.

I would fake being kind.

Little did they know they had already fallen.

They would come back.

Always and ever.

No matter what.

No amount of self-control enough.

They would be eating in the palm of my hand.

Every day.

Until the day of their deaths.

Or something like that.

Point is, I am very successful.

My noodles are both cheap and delicious.

I own the best food stall in the city.

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Weird human.

Big human.

Food smells good.

Human distracted.

Me eat good food.

Food delicious.

Me sleepy.

Me sleep now.

Me happy ferret.

****(POV)

It all ended as far as I understand.

However, it is not really over.

After every incident, there is tons of work to be done.

Lots of paperwork.

Reassuring the citizens.

Appeasing the various powers.

Well, none are truly established here.

But there are always curious representatives.

Mostly exiled sons with close to no power.

They request a meeting using their background.

Trying to feel important.

All dumbasses.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

I have a plan.

I will just remain locked in my room.

People will still come to disturb me?

Yes, yes they will.

It doesn't matter.

I am prevoyant.

I have a formation set-up that blocks all sound from passing through.

My official reason is that I am going into closed-door to train.

This is all so I can maintain my health.

I am a diligent leader after all.

If I ever get sick the city would suffer.

What about the women in my bed?

Well, you see they are but simple maids.

Really busty and playful maids.

Still, only maids at the end of the day.

I will wait a few weeks then come out of seclusion.

By then the hype will have died down.

Tranquility will have returned to the city.

My assistant will take care of it.

As he always does.

After all, it is his duty.

He is a fool that is way too serious.

Well, at least he does his work very well.

I mean technically it is my work he is doing haha.

This is why I am smart.

Delegating is the key to success.

No one cares about how hard the lord works.

They just don't want any problem.

I have several contingencies issues too.

All planned to deal with most dangers.

For the rest, there is the assistant.

Anyway, time for me to vigorously exercise with the maidens.

You know for health reasons haha.

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Blob, Blob.

Blob, Blob, Blob.

Is the only sound I can hear.

I'm not sure when but I've become able to think lately.

Ever since that strange man came to feed me.

There was a weird lady too.

She likes to watch us.

I got lucky and managed to get most of the nutrition.

Especially that weird energy.

For now, I'll just sleep.

I feel really sleepy recently.

I think this is a good thing.

****(POV)

An excited medic comes barging in.

"Chief the patient is waking up!"

Why the hell such a fuss?

"*Sigh* We get patients that heal every day, why are you overreacting?"

He takes a minute to catch his breath.

Not just the expression.

Literally a minute.

How weak is his body?

"Chief! It's that one patient Eternal Ice entrusted to us that is"

"Fool! Why didn't you say so sooner! Hurry up! We need to get there as fast as possible!"

I start running.

This is a huge opportunity.

I may be called a chief but to be honest our healing division is pretty small.

We are mostly glorified wannabes.

Most of our tasks are simply to put on bandages and hope for the best.

I mean that usually works for beasts.

Since they all have strong vitality.

The beast tamers themselves then drop rich food to facilitate the recovery.

I have a clear goal now.

I need to make a good first impression.

Hopefully, I will be the first one he sees upon waking up.

Then I will have a great future ahead of me once Eternal Ice hears about it.

I reach the bedside.

I can't contain my joy.

I position myself right next to him and patiently wait.

I see him move.

He's about to wake up.

Here it comes!

*PFFFFT*

The force of the wind is huge.

The smell is choking me.

Tears come to my eyes.

I look at the peacefully sleeping face.

Fuck! I'm going to vomit!

This fart is poisonous!

Yep, he's not about to awaken anytime soon it seems.