Creator God - (2)

Waveforms similar to space monsters. The feel. The appearance. Even the water ghosts bursting out from over there—aren't those the same monsters Yuna smashed on Ratan Planet? Ethereal monsters existing in water. Physical strikes do nothing, but attacks wrapped in Cosmic Power hurt them. Even the ear-piercing death shrieks as they near the end are spot-on.

First thought flashing through my mind: the presence of other divinities. If there were superior beings larger than me, they could unleash monsters like that. But... that's impossible.

The moment I became this body, I realized the truth. Outer Gods are a race born with the inherent right to reign supreme. There might be entities approaching our level, but across the entire universe, no race surpasses Outer Gods.

Wait. Even if Shub didn't bring space monsters from that other dimension, maybe her offspring did? Beings above Planet Spirit level can detect other dimensions. Out of curiosity, they might have fetched a few from there or created similar ones.

The word "identifying" nags a bit, but anyway, she's handling the search for me, saving me the trouble. Considering how her direct descendants froze solid last time they sensed me, it's better if she steps in.

ㅡ!!!

In that instant, Shub unleashed a fierce surge of will. To me, it felt like a mere flick of the finger. But it spread across the entire galaxy, fingernail-sized as it was. Mortals didn't sense it—no reaction from them. But the immortals, the divinities, were different.

Divinities from across the galaxy rushed in. Shub's direct children leaped through space first, followed by hordes of lesser gods smashing planets in their haste. Watching them swarm through the void, it was like grandchildren scampering to Grandma's call.

The divinities arrived in a fluster, gradually gathering. Shub waited calmly until enough had assembled, then murmured a few words to her direct children. Her language differed from my will—spoken too softly to catch clearly. Had she always amplified her will just for me?

First to get an earful from Shub: the black tree. A massive one, bigger than most planets, tangled with tentacles and eyeballs.

ㅡ!!

Shub shut her mouth after a few words, but the ripple from summoning all these gods across the galaxy lingered. Next: a god spewing gas from countless eyes and mouths... a bubble-mass god... Shub's direct children scolding their underlings, who in turn berated their creations. A chain of reprimands.

As countless gods buzzed and chattered, one corner of the super-galaxy turned hellish—planets exploding, stars detonating.

...Had I accidentally triggered a divine scolding session?

The divine dressing-down dragged on for a while. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠More like an interrogation: had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠anyone brought something from another dimension? I, the instigator via Shub, stayed out of it. No need to butt into family talk, and watching fingernail-Shub chat with the dust specks was kinda cute.

After grilling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the divinities face-to-face, the verdict: space monsters arose naturally. A bit of praise, and fluffy emotions wafted my way. Shub seemed pleased; the gods departed relieved. See? Even the divine world isn't so different from mortals'.

Shub's claim holds water—life emerges naturally, even in Cosmic Power-forged space. Of course, issues like adaptation time, rarity of instant intelligence, or humanoid forms being tricky. That's why I rewound time and artificially birthed pseudo-humans.

But why these things? I don't want my universe overrun by anti-life abominations.

Commonalities between dimensions: that self-proclaimed "this lady" Outer God and me. Two Outer Gods. Mortals and divinities. Dimensions divided by barriers... More overlaps than expected.

For now, probe space monsters slowly. Time to check on my created mortals. Peek at their daily grind battling monsters.

"Kelem zhaan tooru naki!!!"

Still no words. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Guess I need auto-translation like that other dimension's Outer God. Fine control's tricky—not like accelerating time. Need more practice. Asking "this lady" for tips? Pride won't allow. Gotta figure it out.

That other Outer God's AI info-entity. Analyzes divine essence. Interprets given data. Language functions. Dimensional passage role. Avatar contracts. Will interpretation and messaging. Proof of her masterful skills, crammed with powers.

I can parse or mimic bits of its powers. But recreating it perfectly? No confidence.

Thankfully, grasping fragments helps. We're half-omnipotent. "With effort," such feats are possible.

ㅡ■■■

Power coalesces and disperses rapidly in my right hand. Language is communication's foundation. A conduit for thought and exchange. Immortals transmit will, but mortals need voice and gestures.

Hearing Shub's will sparked a realization. Evolution stems from need. Her choppy transmission style persists because she doesn't need more. Unlike mortals reliant on others, she was born far beyond Galaxy Spirit, her sole interlocutor me. Even with new children, communication isn't essential.

Need. Lack of need. Maybe I couldn't parse mortal tongues because subconsciously, I saw no need to chat with dust.

Shift viewpoint. Super-galaxy. Galaxy. Planet. Continent. Island. Down to tiny, human-like lives.

"Qelpm zhaantt?"

Watching the little ones struggle fiercely, I stirred Cosmic Power. Mouth shapes. Actions. Reactions. Grasping communication processes to bestow understanding... Not mere release. True authority—tricky.

파직-

"Vaka shuun your son th’raani"

Oh. Faintly audible. Terms I comprehend imprinting in my mind. Capturing mortal intent, translating via will—success.

Just needs polishing. Time will handle it.

To refine the language system, scanning planet spots, I spotted mortals teaching Cosmic Power to each other.

A man in full metal armor gathered much younger kids in a clearing, drawing a sword from his waist.

"As you all know, makh'el countless gods zhaar veki"

Coating an unknown metal sword in blue aura. Faintly. Diluted, refined. Differs from primitive pseudo-humans' crude use, but definitely my essence, Cosmic Power.

Not even my apostle like Yuna, yet handling my power deftly.

"Aether is the Creator God's grace upon the world dorak zheil tamu"

"Zhaan train then korel vuri-naki diwop?"

Aether?