This is a great name for him because he only uses it when interacting with other gods and not when interacting with his followers.
The letters glowed faintly as he finished typing.
Mineris.
[Name registered successfully.]
[Welcome, God Mineris.]
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GOD CIVILIZATION SYSTEM
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Name of the God: Mineris
Race: Divine Soul
God Rank: Lesser God (Rank 1)
Divine Energy: 100 / 100
Followers: 0
Faith: 0
World Assigned: Titanis
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"Mineris…" he whispered, testing the sound of it in his mind.
"Now then," Mineris muttered, focusing. "God chat."
The panel shifted instantly.
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🌐 God Chat
Sorry, but you don't have friends yet.
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'…'
He let out a heavy sigh.
"Huff, what was I expecting? Some global chat filled with gods?"
If that were the case, this would have ended within a hundred or two years. Gods would quickly form alliances, ganging up on anyone from the very start. They might try to invade a neighboring god's territory, craving more resources or faith. But if they got beaten, they could just spread the news to their allies. Knowing the strength of a god's nation, the alliance would strike back only after ensuring victory was guaranteed. This would happen once, twice, ten times over. Eventually, a pantheon of gods would unite, launching coordinated attacks from their respective nations the moment you crossed even one member. Resistance would become futile, leaving you no choice but to submit.
After pondering this, the new god—now calling himself Mineris—realized the truth in it. He understood that in this world, trust and allies were vital. To survive, he must find suitable allies in the future, people to watch his back, or build his nation strong enough to defend itself and dominate in war if it breaks out.
Mineris stared at the empty God Chat panel for a few more seconds before finally closing it. Silence settled around him once again.
He turned his attention to the system information displayed before him. It was a stark reminder of his current reality—and sparked an idea of what his next move should be.
Followers: 0
Faith: 0
His follower count was zero, and so was his faith resource.
According to the information in the gift package, the number of followers represented living beings with intelligence who believed in him and worshipped him occasionally. Faith, on the other hand, was the energy gathered by actively converting the beliefs and worship of those followers into divine energy. This divine energy was collected in a ratio of 100:1, meaning for every hundred units of faith, one unit of divine energy was gained.
Followers symbolized the strength of a god's foundation. Faith was the key resource, exchanged for divine energy used to expand a god's divinity capacity or to recharge spent divinity. This faith also functioned as a form of currency among gods.
The only way for a god to level up and increase their rank was by increasing their divinity—and the only way to increase divinity was by converting faith into divine energy and investing it into their status. Faith was, without doubt, the most essential resource for any god.
Determined, Mineris resolved to find a suitable race to become his believers. Countless races inhabited this new world. Identifying one with intelligence was easy; the real challenge was finding a race with strong bodies and high magical potential.
He closed his eyes and summoned his divine talent. A soft, radiant glow surrounded him as he activated his skill. His ability was specially designed for locating things; relying on it was far more efficient than flying around, no matter how fast he might be.
If I don't use this, I'd be an idiot, he thought with a smirk.
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The world unfolded before him like a living map. The divine perception of his talent swept across vast lands beyond his immediate realm, searching for a race that combined intelligence with physical strength and magical aptitude—one that could serve as the foundation of his growing power. Mineris understood the gravity of his choice. The right followers would multiply his faith exponentially, empowering him to challenge the emerging pantheons and carve a lasting place in the divine hierarchy.
After a focused scan, he detected a promising cluster. A holographic map materialized before him, highlighting a group of about thirty intelligent beings, faintly glowing with a soft blue light as they moved purposefully through the dense forest. To gain clarity, Mineris zoomed in, observing their forms in detail. Yet, to truly understand them, he needed more information.
With a touch, a detailed data panel appeared.
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Race: The Sylvans
The Sylvans were a humanoid race with skin tones ranging from deep emerald green to pale leaf hues. Renowned for their exceptional agility and innate affinity for elemental magic, they lived in small, tight-knit groups within dense, ancient forests. Their culture revered nature and balance, and their bodies were resilient—adapted to survive the harsh, predatory environment of their woodland homes.
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Mineris studied the data from head to toe, his mind racing. They were good—no, excellent. Their resilience, connection to the forest, and latent magic potential made them ideal candidates. Even though they hadn't yet mastered magic, with proper guidance, they could become formidable mages in the future.
But then his gaze fell to their size—only about thirty centimeters tall.
What the hell? he thought. Why do they have to be so small? If they were at least 1.5 meters tall, they could dominate as a species. But as tiny forest fairies, their strong bodies were proportional only to their small frames. In this forest, they were prey to larger, superior races. That was why they were migrating—searching for a safer place with fewer predators.
He couldn't bear to let such promising magical material slip away. Yet, he couldn't build a solid foundation on a race whose physical presence barely registered in this world. Magic was necessary to unlock future potential, but for now, he needed a race with raw strength. If he couldn't find one with both power and magic, he would settle for purely physical prowess first. Mages could be added later once magic evolved—likely in fifty or sixty years when beginner spells became common knowledge.
With a reluctant sigh, Mineris dismissed the Sylvans from immediate consideration.
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Determined, he resumed his search. The Sylvans were migrating out of this forest—there must be a stronger, dominant race nearby. His divine perception swept the surrounding lands once more, seeking the formidable foundation he needed to build his legacy.
Mineris narrowed his focus, his divine perception extending deeper into the forest's edge and out across the surrounding valleys and hills. If the Sylvans were fleeing this region, it meant a stronger race held dominion here—one that tiny forest dwellers dared not challenge.
He adjusted his vision, filtering for signs of both formidable physicality and latent mana flows. After a moment, the holographic map shifted, highlighting a new cluster marked by a brighter, more vibrant energy signature. This group was larger—both in number and stature.
Zooming in, Mineris observed a tribe of tall, muscular humanoids moving with deliberate purpose through rocky terrain. Their skin bore earthy tones—deep ochres and rich browns.
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Race: The Gorian
The Gorian were a race known for their towering physiques, averaging over two meters in height, with broad shoulders and powerful limbs honed by constant survival in harsh mountainous regions. Though primarily physical warriors, the Gorians had a natural affinity for earth magic. Their culture valued strength, honor, and communal loyalty above all else, making them fierce protectors of their clan and land.
Their exterior resembled humans, but the difference lay in the raised, stone-like markings, about one to two centimeters tall and three centimeters wide, bulging beneath their eyes like hardened tears and they were bigger than humans.
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Mineris's interest sharpened. The Gorian had everything he sought: strength, numbers, and a budding magical talent tied closely to the earth—a perfect match for his divine ability to influence the land.
This could be the foundation I need, he mused. Strong bodies to defend and conquer, and elemental magic to enhance their power over time.
But then he noticed something amiss. The Gorian looked weary, as if burdened by scarcity. Was there a drought? No—he saw a river flowing nearby, a steady source of drinking water and irrigation.
His gaze lingered longer on their settlements. Hunting tools and traps were plentiful, but crucially, there were no farming implements. No plows, no signs of cultivated land—no evidence that they had embraced agriculture. They were still hunters and gatherers, wandering in search of food.
They lacked the foundation of a true civilization.
Mineris smiled inwardly. This is the opportunity I need.
If he could guide the Gorian beyond mere survival—teach them to harness the earth not only through raw strength but through cultivation and stewardship—he could secure their loyalty and build a thriving nation under his divine protection.
A slow smile spread across Mineris's face.
"Strength without direction is wasted," he murmured.
"But under me…"
His gaze settled on the towering Gorians.
"You will become something far greater."
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