King of Games C39 Two weird spirit

Shinro observed the "Tiny World" he had created, marveling at the progress Knoa had made. The ark was already taking shape, a testament to Knoa's determination and the help Shinro had discreetly provided. Materials were sent, and time was nudged ever so slightly to make the construction possible.

Shinro's gaze drifted to the aged Knoa, his wife, and their children, who were now the targets of ridicule and scorn from the citizens of Hiruk. They jeered and mocked the family's efforts, questioning the sanity of building such a colossal ship. Even Zus, the seventh-generation king of Hirok, joined in on the taunts, adding fuel to the fire of their derision.

Despite the ridicule, Knoa and his family continued their work, driven by a purpose that none but Shinro knew.

Shinro couldn't help but smirk as he watched the people of Hirok ridicule Knoa and his family. "We'll see who's laughing soon enough," he muttered to himself. He reached for a nearby container of water and carefully poured it into the small aquarium which is the "Tiny World."

The clouds within the miniature world began to swell and darken, absorbing the water like a sponge. The citizens of Hirok continued their daily lives, oblivious to the impending doom that loomed above them. The water didn't immediately fall to the ground, but instead, the tension in the air grew thicker by the second.

***

Knoa and his family were relentlessly ridiculed by the people of Hirok. They pointed and laughed, saying, "Haha! It's impossible for a mere rain to flood the world! You're delusional, Knoa!"

"Your Creator doesn't exist!"

"Such a filthy ship, filled with animal waste! Disgusting!"

Knoa's family seethed with anger, but he calmed them down with a gesture.

As the townsfolk jeered, the sky darkened, and it began to rain. The people didn't think much of it, dismissing it as an ordinary shower. They returned to their homes, unaware of the impending doom.

However, their complacency was shattered when a deafening clap of thunder and a blinding bolt of lightning split the sky. It was the first time they had ever experienced such a phenomenon, and panic ensued. The people of Hirok had no words to describe what they were witnessing, so they covered their ears and cowered in their homes, fear etched into their faces.

The once-dry land of Hirok was about to be consumed by a flood unlike any other, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Even King Zus of Hirok couldn't hide his trembling as he stared at the ominous sky. Inside the ark, Knoa and his family huddled together, their hearts pounding in their chests. "The time has come!" Knoa announced, his voice shaking with both fear and faith.

As if on cue, the skies opened up, and torrential rains began to fall. The drops were relentless, and the water quickly engulfed the land. The people of Hirok, now terrified, realized too late that Knoa had been right all along. They waded through the rising waters, desperately trying to reach the ark.

However, it was already too late. The water had risen to their necks, and they were powerless against the force of the flood. As they thrashed about, pleading for mercy, the ark remained sealed, its inhabitants unable to do anything but watch.

The wind howled and the clouds roared as the floodwaters continued to rise, eventually sweeping away the last of the non-believers. Knoa, his family, and the animals inside the ark huddled together, paralyzed with fear.

Knoa, however, found solace in his worn papers, documenting the catastrophic event that would forever change the course of their world.

***

Shinro watched as the floodwaters engulfed the world of Hirok, sparing only Knoa and his family. His heart heavy with remorse, he couldn't bear to watch any longer. He sped up time within the "Tiny World" until the waters receded, revealing a barren land.

Knoa, his family, and the animals disembarked from the ark, grateful to feel solid ground beneath their feet once more. They set about repopulating the land, starting anew.

Meanwhile, in Shinro's world, a system notification sounded, signaling that he had received his reward: the skill {Spiritual Creation}.

Eager to test his newfound power, Shinro attempted to create a spirit of his own size, but found it drained his mana significantly. The spirit faded away almost as soon as it materialized.

However, as he looked at the "Tiny World," an idea dawned on him. He created a spiritual being at the human size of the miniature world. While it was small in his world, it would be the perfect size for the "Tiny World."

With a satisfied smile, Shinro observed the tiny spiritual being he had created. It was no more than a speck in his vision, but he knew it would make a difference in the world he had just reshaped.

Shinro observed the tiny angelic spirit he had created with fascination. It was missing a face features, but it's face exuded an otherworldly light. He wondered if he had imbued it with too much intelligence and wisdom, or if it was simply staring blankly.

Shinro decided to test his limits further and created another spirit being, this time imagining it to be as intelligent and wise as himself. To his surprise, the second spirit flew up to meet his gaze, its voice clear as a bell. "What is my purpose?"

Shinro was taken aback by the spirit's eloquence, but he quickly regained his composure. "Your purpose is to guide the human beings in the 'Tiny World' to develop their civilization to the point where they can create console gaming technology."

The angelic spirit looked at Shinro, its expression a mix of surprise and disappointment. "Is that it? If this is all you have for me, I must say I expected more. I deserve a grander purpose."

Shinro was taken aback by the spirit's audacity, but he couldn't help but see a bit of himself in its defiance. "Fine. After guiding them to develop console gaming technology, you may continue to guide and manipulate them to reach a point where they can create high-end technologies."

"This is a ridiculous purpose," the angel huffed, "but I can live with it. Now, what is my name? Did you think of one?"

Shinro hesitated, "We-well, I-I didn't actually expect—"

"Spare me the excuses," the angel interrupted, "If you had spent half as much time thinking of my name as you did stuttering, we'd be done by now."

"Alright, alright," Shinro said, trying to placate the impatient spirit. "Since you're in such a hurry, I'll name you... Stupido."

"Stupido?" The angel's expression shifted from irritation to disbelief. "Let's pretend that didn't happen. Think of a better name."

Shinro looked at the angel before him, thinking, "Looks like I was successful in making this guy intelligent and wise— maybe a bit too successful."

The angel, growing impatient, said, "Fine, forget about it. I'll name myself."

Shinro raised an eyebrow, "Oh? What will be your name?"

"I shall be known as Lucent," the angel said proudly, puffing out its chest and spreading its wings, "For I shine brighter than any other, like the Son of the Morning Star."

Shinro considered the name for a moment before shaking his head, "No, I don't like it."

"Why not?" The angel asked, its brow furrowing.

"I just don't," Shinro replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, "You'll be called L-Sama."

"I'm not Japanese!" The angel protested.

"You are now, because I say so," Shinro retorted.

"Don't play around with other people's names! My name is Lucent!" The angel insisted.

"Alright, alright, whatever you want!" Shinro said, exasperated, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent the newly-named L-Sama or Lucent to the "Tiny World."

As Shinro sighed at the peculiar angel he had just sent away, he noticed the first little spirit being he had created was still there, silently observing him. Its face, devoid of features, still exuded a soft glow.

"I thought you would have vanished by now," Shinro said, surprised that the spirit hadn't disappeared after his creation of Lucent.

He had thought the spirit would have vanished since it was a failed attempt, but it seemed he was wrong.

"I apologize for my existence if it displeases you, father, I shall gladly return to the ethereal realm at your command." The spirit bowed its head humbly, its voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

Shinro waved off the apology, "No, no, it's fine. I'm just surprised you're still here. So, are you as... smartass as that Lucent fellow?"

"I am not certain if I can be considered 'smart' or 'ass' like Lucent-san," the spirit replied, tilting its head, "But I know that as a new being in this world, I know nothing, even if I inherited some knowledge from you."

Shinro couldn't help but chuckle at the spirit's humility, but hearing the word "father" made him pause. Upon reflection, however, he realized it wasn't far from the truth, considering he had created the spirit.