GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

Origin gods are very powerful beings. If a titan can be likened to an exploding star and a sovereign is someone that has gained control of the star such that they can control the intensity of the explosion, then origin gods have gained perfect control of that star. They have perfect control of the star because they have become one with the star, so the matter of control is a foregone conclusion. The amount of energy they contain is something that is above the safety levels of a plane, that is why they face a huge amount of suppression in planes. If an origin god were to explode, it might lead to a catastrophe powerful enough to wipe out all life forms in the entire plane. That is if the plane isn't destroyed. Origin gods are that dangerous, even the ancient battlefield suppresses them but not as much as the planes.

With this suppression comes a feeling of sickness. The feeling of sickness is also accompanied by the loss of control. A titan can be likened to a driver that doesn't know how to drive a vehicle. The driver must somehow learn how to drive that vehicle before it crashes and the driver dies. A sovereign has mastered the art of driving, such that he can make all manners of maneuvres, stop the vehicle to refill its tank so it doesn't run out of fuel, and hook up a carriage or control a tool attached to the vehicle. An origin god has become the vehicle itself. To suppress the vehicle is to make some parts malfunction. Hence the feeling of sickness and loss of control.

Guntu had been used to the world bending to his will but the plane was not going to have any of that because to allow that, is to permit its own destruction. In no way is the plane going to have such unstable elements get loose within it.

The Sovereigns were understanding but the situation wasn't that bad for them. They just drive the vehicle, after all, they will only get frustrated if the vehicle malfunctions. It is still an unpleasant feeling, that's why sovereigns don't stay in planes.

"It is still bearable for us, but barely." They replied.

Ghoto decided to find something to distract him. "Let's get this over with then. I can't wait."

The feelings of frustration reduced significantly when Guntu remembered that there could be a fight. He was itching to destroy something.

"Yes, great ancestor. We are almost there."

It took them seconds to transverse from the point of entry to the inner city. It seemed fast to cross kilometers in a matter of seconds but to Guntu it seemed like the world was too slow. He could have covered that distance in a single step if he were allowed to move freely. The top speed he can move at has been lowered to that of a transcendent. He still retained his superior acceleration but even that has been slashed to barebones.

They all arrived at the family headquarters in the center of the inner city.

"I'll meet ancestor creeping dwarf first," Guntu said to them. The Sovereigns nodded in understanding. Only them knew why he was really here.

"We have no problems with that. We will wait here. You can reach us through this Rune." They replied.

An ancient voice intruded on their conversation. "Is that you Guntu boy?"

Guntu's face twitched.

"Greetings ancestor. It seems you haven't lost your hobby of snooping on people. I didn't think you will notice me this soon."

The creeping dwarf usually monitors the entire city. The large size of the city coupled with its slow thinking speed makes it very difficult for it to notice and single out a person quickly. It just so happens that Hadrick had been on edge recently so much that he had been putting extra effort into monitoring all the movements within the city, but he wouldn't say that.

"Are you calling me slow?" Hadrick asked.

"Yes, ancestor," Guntu replied. The Sovereigns were appalled.

Hadrick snorted.

"You have lost your cuteness ever since you became an origin god. I remember when you used to cause trouble throughout the city back then and I had to ground you. You were such a cute troublemaker, now you have the guts to say I'm slow."

"I remember that clearly. You always whipped me." Guntu complained. The Sovereigns listening at the side wished they could disappear. "We will be going now." They said hurriedly before actually disappearing.

Hadrick sighed. "Good times. Those were good times. Now I hardly have anyone to talk to."

Guntu grew up in this city like all the children with the awakened bloodline of the family. But unlike other children who awakened to transcendent lightning affinity, he awakened to transcendent destruction affinity. Its impact on his personality was immense. While other kids were full of energy and rash, he wanted to see destruction and more destruction. He wanted the world to be drowned in fire, water, storms, landslides or whatever was disastrous enough. He would always play pranks that cause damage to life and properties. The only way to scare children like him was to prank them with a realistic illusion of the taboo race. Even that only worked temporarily on Guntu.

Guntu's face began twitching more. "We will talk about that later ancestor. Where are the enemies?"

"Which enemies? Where are they? Are they here already?" Hadrick asked in a panic.

Guntu's face fell. "I came all the way here to protect you from some attackers and you don't know them?"

"Oh that. Don't scare me. I said I might be attacked. There is no attack yet. Wait, are you the only one that came here?"

"I'm not the only one that came, see I brought this guy too. He is a true man." Guntu indicated to the origin god on his shoulder.

"That is a living thing? I thought it was a weapon or something with all that erratic energy coming from it. I honestly thought it was a bomb. That doesn't look natural at all. How could an origin god become that? Is that even safe to have in the city?"

"Forget that. You mean to say I came here and there is no fight happening."

"There might be a fight. That's why I asked for some strong people to come here. I am hoping no fighting will actually occur. You just have to be patient and we will find out."

"Patient my ass. Did someone threaten you? Let me go and finish this right now." Guntu asked earnestly. He didn't want to spend more time in this sickening place.

Hadrick paused. "How do I put this? I have information from a reliable source that I might be attacked during this period of time."

Guntu didn't believe one bit of it. "Is this your paranoia acting up again. No one will attack you. No one ever does." He sounded exasperated.

"This is not paranoia but reliable Intel from a reliable source. The city might be attacked and I don't want harm to come to the precious descendants living here. I'm a caring ancestor that way."

"I call Rhineshit. Who doesn't know that you're scared for your life? Can't I just leave a clone?"

"No. I want real protection. Come and tell me stories of your adventure while we wait. I am sure you have a lot to tell me since the last time we met. When was it again? Something around 200 cycles. Time sure flies fast."

"You're right. I have so much to tell." Guntu relented. If there was only one thing that he inherited from his ancestor, it is the ability to engage in long chats. They derive joy from talking. It is why Hadrick became fond of Ghastorix and why some descendants in the family have trouble controlling their voices.

Hadrick became excited immediately. "Let's start with how that thing you are carrying is a person and not a bomb that is about to blow up. I need reassurance that it is safe to be anywhere near me."

Guntu could only accept for now. He brought the "true man" with him to an entrance that led to the center of the forest. But this arrangement didn't last long. Guntu couldn't take it anymore. Even his beloved storytelling couldn't get rid of the ache in his body, mind, and soul. The drink in his gourd didn't taste right anymore too, it had been tampered with by the laws of the plane. The plane doesn't want a bottled-up star around after all. In a perfect environment, Guntu could tell stories for decades at a time but now, all it took for Guntu to break was 3 days. History has shown that when Guntu becomes bored, something big must happen. Guntu's boredom as a child is the prelude to widespread destruction. It is a wonder what he will get up to as an Origin god.