Creation: The Path of a God (Updated Edition)

Chapter 2 -- Part 2 (Book 1 - Fantasy World)

Once past the entrance, Han looked around the village.

"The houses look like they could fall apart by a stiff breeze," Han said.

It seemed like the world had some structural engineering concept, considering they were built using bricks and the roofs had shingles. But, the houses clearly weren't being maintained properly.

The walls had holes covered up by a mixture of grass and mud. Many of the bricks were cracked and damaged.

"This village lacks resources," Helania observed the homes.

It was strange to see shingles instead of thatching, making him wonder about the technology of the kingdom. If the village were lacking in resources, it would make more sense for them to make the roofs out of the surrounding resources.

Han was surprised by how cheerful the villagers appeared.

"Despite how broken everything looks, the people are in good spirits," Queen raised an eyebrow — impressed by the villagers.

Though the homes and walls looked dilapidated, the villagers were in good spirits. Despite life having taken a heavy toll on them, they went about their daily tasks with a smile.

Compared to his previous life on Earth, though the job may have been challenging, ordinary people didn't age as much as the villagers.

He wondered if this was due to better nutrition or if the typical work was more straightforward with technological improvements. It only reminded him of how well off the Earth was for the vast majority of the global population.

Some families looked to be preparing meals in a communal kitchen, likely for a midday meal. Seeing them getting ready to eat made him think about Brittany.

"Brittany." He thought in his mind.

A gentle voice responded. "Master, is there anything you require from me?"

"I was just thinking about you..."

"..."

Han smiled at the pause, imagining Brittany blushing from his comment.

"I would enjoy a steak dinner when I'm ready for my meal. Have the chef think up a good steak meal. I will contact you when I am hungry. Inform the chef that I will need two additional meals prepared since Helania and Queen are accompanying me." He informed her.

"I eagerly await your command. I will let the chef know about your wishes." Brittany acknowledged respectfully.

The ability to speak to whomever he wanted was convenient. A phone didn't even compare. Instead of going through the process of selecting an individual, he could just think of the person and begin talking.

Han also thought about how his creations also prioritized him.

Their treatment brought up memories of how he'd attempt to contact people and not hear back until after days had passed.

Han wondered if CEOs and executives of large massive corporations felt similar, where everyone bent to their will.

The difference was how his creations would do anything with near-religious zeal. There was no doubt about their motives, unlike a typical employee. He knew his creations would kill themselves with a smile on their faces — no questions asked.

As he walked, villagers often glanced at them, trying to figure out who they were.

Han noticed their eyes checking out his clothing before glancing at him.

They also whispered amongst themselves, pointing at Helania and Queen.

"The fact that they're observing me and not just Helania and Queen, I suspect it's all our outfits," Han pondered. "From the fact that kingdoms and empires exist in the world, clothing is likely a common symbol of one's status."