[Please be nice to me] is a shy God. It wants peace and quiet so it lives inside of the deepest corners of [Nothing].
A fragile mind might think that this would be a boring and torturous existence as these Gods can't die and live in a void like place. But [Please be nice to me] would like say "No".
It won't actually say it as these God don't like directly talking to the [Reader]. But you get the point. It just wants to say you are wrong.
There are many things a creature or non-creature such as this one can do in [Nothing]. The things that a creature such as this can do isn't really mandatory.
Like it can just start behaving like a non-existent thing so pass the time or not-time. Time isn't present in [Nothing]. Time lives outside or in a balanced environment.
But doing things is better than not doing anything. Why? Well, "Why not?".
Now the question, what does [Please be nice to me] do? Well, it is a secret as it is very shy. Comically shy. So, only a little understanding of it can be provided.
[Please be nice to me] has its own fantasy world.
A fantasy world that is borrowed and made with the help of [Observing the start, end and that doesn't exist]. This God helped [Please be nice to me] to get a little of the world that is made by [Beginning and ending] and [Dimension of 1st, 2nd,3rd,4th,…,N].
Both are really scary for [Please be nice to me] to approach so [Observing the start, end and that doesn't exist] helped to get a world for itself. It is fun toy that should be shared but those two are always so difficult when it comes to these things. [Observing the start, end and that doesn't exist] can see all that doesn't and can or not or will or may or probably can exist or not-exist in nothing or anywhere else.
This God is like an all observing eye. But far more absurd as it can see that doesn't even exist.
[Observing the start, end and that doesn't exist] is a nice God so it had just given the formula of the world to [Please be nice to me]. It also promised to not watch its hobby form his all observing eye. But despite that, it has somewhat of an idea of [Please be nice to me]'s work.
It should apologize for breaking its promise. Such a shame, let's be disappointed on that God together.
Well, [Please be nice to me] created a world of its own with that formula. The world wasn't perfect but there also wasn't any torturing of Space. Not as much as [Dimension of 1st, 2nd,3rd,4th,…,N]. The world is also fantasy so some base law of the universe can also be ignored.
That flaw is what [Please be nice to me] calls magic.
So, let's repeat that again. [Please be nice to me] has its own fantasy world now.
Yes, you heard me right. [Please be nice to me] is basically an author of a cosmic scale that write fantasy stories but is too shy to share it with anyone. Even with the [Reader].
But today this mystery will be revealed. What does [Please be nice to me] writes or makes? It would be interesting to see the fantasy world it has created.
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In a world of magic, everything can become convenient. Magic isn't a need but it is a way to make life more convenient.
Do you want to start a fire? Just conjure fire. Do you want move something heavy from one location to other? Just make the object lighter. Do you want to murder someone? Just use put their soul into a doll and then twist the neck of the doll. Instant death. Nobody will find who killed and how.
However, conjuring magic isn't as simple as you think. It is a study of ancient God's words. That's how magic can be conjured. One has to understand how the very concept of such an ancient language worked that was used by Gods.
There are two ways to conjure magic. One way is to write the God given words and symbols on living or dead flesh. Second way is to speak the words of the ancient Gods.
Writing magic is easier to understand than verbal one as writing the words and symbols is a permanent and efficient system.
Written magic can be studied and improved upon. There are many academies in the world that study the art of written magic.
But spoken or verbal magic is unique to all individual. If one were to study its craft then they have to do it all alone as it is impossible to understand the spoken words.
Even if it is written on a dead flesh the meaning would be lost as only the practitioner can understand it. That is the flaw of verbal magic. There are few who study this type of magic. It is impossible to teach to another.
Leo is a practitioner of written magic. He is a lecturer of the Great Sorcery Academy. He isn't at the top of his work but he is still respected for his body modification writing style.
Currently though, he isn't at the academy teaching his student. He is called to see the sight of an ancient God that is discovered recently.
It is an honor to be here. He always wanted to visit such a sight and experience it with his own eyes. It would be an exciting adventure and who knows, maybe he would find something new that will make him famous.
There are other renowned people here too and many fighters who uses magic. Magic is an amazing thing but all amazing things can be used for killing others. Magic was discovered and advance when many nations were at war. The nation who understood the magic was the victor.
But that is a depressing thing to talk about. These fighters aren't bad people they're actually the bodyguard for them. It is necessary to be prepared cause who knows when the problem may arise. The sight of an ancient god could have unknown threats so keeping cation is necessary.
One of these fighters is also Leo's student, Grace, who graduated a decade ago. She is now a magic fighter who is known for her archery. She has special magic arrows that are made by her. Few are like tiny explosion and others can speed up the arrow a great deal.
She is an excellent practitioner of written magic art. Leo is just so proud of her student. It almost makes him tear up a little.
"Old man, are you crying?"
Leo isn't an old man. He is still pretty young. It is so odd that everyone who see him calls him an old man. He fails to understand why is that the case.
He doesn't even have any white hair on his beard. But there could be few in his hair. Can people see his white? That is not possible. He made sure that they all are hidden form everyone's eyes. He would have to check again whenever he finds a mirror.
"No, these are the tears of happiness. I always wanted to visit a sight such as this one, you see. So, now that I've gotten this opportunity. I can't contain these emotions. I am just so happy."
Grace shrugs and answers.
"Yeah, I remember you always yapping about this and that. Those were some peaceful days. I miss my friends and all."
She grows silent after saying that.
Is she also reminiscing about the other days? Is she also old enough to get nostalgia after meeting people from her past?
If so, she has grown way too much. Leo had no idea that a girl like her who was a slacker and so mischievous can grow up to be a woman who is so wise with her words. Is she wise?
Leo himself only thinks about studying the ancient god language that he has no idea who people even work anymore. He should really socialize more. This is such a bad habit of his.
"Well, what God would this sight would belong to, professor Leo?"
Leo answers with excitement in his voice.
"It can't be the immortal god of fire. His temples were made few and far to the north. It can't the eye of the ocean either as her worshipping was done near an ocean. I would say it is either the sky watcher or the voice from the ground. It could be an entirely a new god as we still don't know how many gods existed in the ancient time."
Note of [Please be nice to me]: These gods are not from the [Nothing]. These are contained the fantasy story. They've nothing to do with the [Nothing]. [Please be nice to me] has specially made them for its fantasy story. People of this world doesn't even know the true creator of this fantasy world. So, please don't confuse these guys with the real deal. Even the gods of this fantasy world aren't aware of [Please be nice to me].
Grace sighs because she knows that when her professor starts talking about something that he is interested in. He just never stops.