20 Blood Thirsty & Airhead (1/2)

It didn't take me long to skim through most of the books, I first started with the thinner books. Since those would be quicker to read, than the big books that have a lot of information but are full of fluff.

In total, Herma brought me ten books. Five about the Goddess of Death, and then four are the Goddess of War, and there was only one about the God of Life. I couldn't understand why there was only one book about him in this entire damn library.

There was no way to hide the disappointment at the fact that there wasn't that much information about him. He indeed was starting to shape up to be one of those enigmatic characters. He was surely more than he seemed to be, than our brief interaction had led me to believe. Even though it was short, it had left a deep impression of him. It was safe to say that… I was intrigued by him.

The fact that information about him was spare didn't help to curb my intrigue in the least. Instead it only serves to stoke the fires of my curiosity.

The tib bit of information that I did know about him was that he's the creator of the mermaids. However, there wasn't that much information about them either, very few knew of the merfolk. Even more so few of them bothered to travel the world and interact with the other races.

They generally never left the sunk world, their ancestral birthplace. Of course, a few had ventured in search of the mermaids and their kingdom. But they'd all been met with bared passage into the homeland of the mermaids.

Most of the knowledge known about them came from the few mermaids that traveled the world. However, most of them died, in the end. Either because of the other races trapping them, or they died in the dungeon.

Most merfolk didn't really have any combative knowledge or skills, most of their skills were adept at healing. They're naturally born with skills that are geared towards healing. They're considered a middling race, due to the fact that they're piss poor at combat, nonetheless.

”Hmm,” I hum to myself.

It was too bad that the race that he created was so socially isolated. But then again… their creator was a strange one, so, maybe just like him. Looking at it from that perspective it wasn't odd that they were isolated, they're just strange to the bone like him.

Twisting a tendril of hair between my finger, I keep thumbing through his book. But there really wasn't much else, the only other thing that pops out at me in the book, was the fact that he had a hand in creating every other's race creations. With the exception of the Vampires.

Since, he was the God of Life he breathed sparks of life into all of the creatures that we're constructed by the other Gods. The only God that choose to not accept his was the Goddess of Death.

Instead, she imbued her kin with a never-ending life; life eternal.

Reaching for another book, I pick up about the Goddess of War, Lotasia. I quickly begin to thumb through her book. But the first book didn't have anything important in it that stood out. The next book that was waiting on the table for me, was covered in red leathered and in golden letters it read 'Stories of the War Goddess.'

That had to have some information about her. She was defiantly a Goddess that would have her fair share of stories. Quickly paging through the book, I found a section that had mention of a title that I had gotten from her. The title 'Trainee War Empress'.

The mention of the title was a subheading, at the bottom of the page underneath of a passage headed 'Might of the War Empress.' The storie goes…

A couple thousand of years ago, there had been a human female that had been awarded my starting title 'Trainee War Empress.' She then went onto conquer dungeon tower, after dungeon tower on her grand quest.

Through her many accomplishment her title had been changed to 'War Empress,' having obtained the completed title she was hailed as one of the greatest Empresses of the human race. She retired from conquer dungeons, for she had gotten older as humans do. In her retirement she took up rulership over the human race for a small time, before her short life came to an end.

The human race was considered a lower race, because they were born weaker than most other races, and they had a finite lifespan. It was safe to compare them to humans from my old world, weak and petty.

Although, pettiness might just be a feature of any race that hold some sentience.