King of Games C35 Exploring the Tiny World

(Please note that this novel is a work of fiction, and as such, some elements may stretch the limits of believability. The portrayal of worship and the main character being referred to as the 'Creator' should be taken with a grain of salt. Additionally, this chapter contains R-18 scenes towards the end, which are solely for plot development purposes. I kindly ask that you not take these scenes too literally or out of context.)

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Shinro's gaze lingered on the "Tiny World" for a moment, marveling at the civilization and intelligent humans. In contrast, the "Small World" seemed to be stuck in its primal days. He zoomed in on the latter, noticing the comparatively weak magic of its inhabitants.

The humans were no match for the might of the powerful, yet unintelligent, dragons that roamed the land. Although the "Small World" humans hadn't developed a civilization like their "Tiny World" counterparts, they had formed tribes and clans to survive in their harsh environment.

Shinro stroked his chin, contemplating the "Tiny World" humans' arrogance and sinful ways. The system's task was clear: teach them a lesson. He focused on a specific man in the miniature world.

Shinro's gaze narrowed as he observed the man's daily routine.

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In the impoverished district of "Hiruk Kingdom," Knoa tended to his modest garden, while the city folk indulged in their sins and arrogance. His childhood friend, Gareth, watched him work with curiosity.

"Why are you so different, Knoa?" Gareth asked, eyebrow raised.

Knoa looked up from his work, hands caked in soil. "I've studied the legends and tales of the Creator's servants. They lived humble, righteous lives, hoping to please their Maker."

Gareth and his friends erupted in laughter. "The Creator? The servants? Haha! They're just characters in a story!"

"Yes! And what's their symbol again? A hand, right?" another friend jeered.

Knoa smiled sadly and returned to his work.

Knoa's patience frayed as his friends blasphemed the Creator.

Knoa's fists clenched at his sides, struggling to contain his anger as his friends blasphemed the Creator. "In the beginning of time, our ancestors saw the hand of the Creator emerge from the heavens and create all things!"

His friends roared with laughter. "Our only creator is Hiruk! The founder of our kingdom!"

Knoa's face flushed with fury, but he knew there was no use arguing with them. He stormed off, leaving the jeers in his wake.

Namaah, a young woman nearby, couldn't help but stare after him. Her heart pounded in her chest. She, too, believed in the Creator and His titanic hands that shaped their world.

As Knoa disappeared around the corner, Namaah gathered her courage and followed him.

Namaah followed Knoa discreetly, drawn to his unwavering faith. She approached him at the well one day, and they spoke of their shared belief in the Creator. As time passed, their friendship blossomed into something more.

Under the watchful eyes of the few people who still believed in the "True Creator," Knoa and Namaah exchanged vows, mimicking the traditions of the servants in the legends.

They sacrificed a goat, its blood staining the ground as they knelt and prayed to the heavens.

Their union was sealed, and the believers celebrated their love and devotion to one another and the Creator.

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Shinro observed Knoa's life, intrigued by his unwavering faith. As he watched, a system notification appeared:

[Ding! You have triggered a quest!]

[Main Quest: Interact with Knoa, and make him the "father" of all man.]

[Reward: {Spiritual Creation: with this ability, you could create spiritual beings and even spiritual place. This skill can be used up to imagination! Unless your mana is too weak that you won't be able to create anything!}]

[Suggestion: You can even create Angels and heavenly place with this skill!]

Shinro's eyes lit up as he saw the reward. "Such a skill is full of potential," he mused aloud. He stood from his plush office chair and made his way to his wardrobe, where he selected a white, thin blanket and a robe to cover his head. Draping the fabric around his body, he admired his reflection in the mirror. The simple attire would blend in seamlessly with the "Tiny World's" fashion, where robes were still the norm.

With a thought, Shinro materialized in the "Tiny World," feeling the desert breeze against his skin. The scorching sun beat down relentlessly, but it didn't faze him.

He scanned his surroundings, taking in the barren landscape.

Shinro smacked his forehead. "How could I forget to set up storms and typhoons in this world?" he muttered to himself. The barren landscape around him was a testament to his oversight. He shook it off and continued walking, enjoying the feeling of the hot desert breeze against his skin.

Even though he could teleport, Shinro preferred to walk, savoring the realism of the world he had developed. The scorching sun beat down relentlessly, but it didn't faze him. His leveled-up physique and high stamina allowed him to trek for dozens of kilometers without breaking a sweat.

As he walked, he marveled at the details of his creation. The "Tiny World" was indeed a marvelous place, and he couldn't wait to see the look on Knoa's face when he revealed himself as a messenger of the Creator.

After trekking for what felt like hours, Shinro spotted a towering structure in the distance, its peak disappearing into the clouds. He recognized it immediately as the capital city of Hiruk Kingdom: Babulon. As he drew closer, he noticed the bustling activity around him. Camels and carriages laden with goods and weary travelers trudged through the sand, all headed towards the city gates.

The people of this world were a hearty bunch, he observed. The men were burly and muscular, while the women, despite their soft features, exuded an air of strength and resilience.

"Aye, finally, we're near Babulon City!" a burly man next to him shouted, startling Shinro from his thoughts.

Shinro observed the lively "Tiny World" humans for the first time up close, marveling at their vibrant conversations and interactions. He made his way to the west gate of Babulon City, as he knew that was where Knoa resided.

Joining the line, he patiently waited his turn. When it was finally his turn, the guard demanded 20 copper coins as an entry fee. Shinro handed over the coins and entered the city.

The city was divided into two sections: the outer wall, where the poorer citizens lived, and the inner wall, which housed the wealthier population. The contrast was stark.
In the outer city, people hawked cheap wares, but the quality left much to be desired. Shinro blended in with the crowd, eavesdropping on their conversations and observing their daily lives.

Shinro walked through the bustling streets, but he couldn't help but notice the explicit displays of lust and debauchery around him.

Couples openly engaged in carnal acts, their moans and groans mixing with the cacophony of the marketplace. The stench of waste and sweat hung heavy in the air, yet no one seemed to bat an eye.

"Are you for real?" Shinro thought to himself. This level of depravity was not something he had witnessed through the system's "spectator" mode. The only plausible explanation was that the system had censored these graphic images from his view.

He covered his nose with his robe, trying to block out the smell as he continued his search for Knoa.

As Shinro ventured deeper, the scene before him only worsened.

He couldn't help but gape at the open displays of carnal lust, even between people of the same gender. What was more alarming was the state in some of them.

They were emaciated, their skin pockmarked with sores and lesions, yet they still continued their debauchery as if there were no tomorrow.

Disease clung to them like an ominous cloud, each cough and wheeze a grim reminder of their frail state.

"Oh, shit," he muttered under his breath, recalling the sickly children he'd seen on the streets earlier. "No wonder there are so many sick kids around here." The thought of their plight weighed heavily on his heart.

He knew that the sole reason these humans had survived this long was due to their relatively untainted environment, but with their current lifestyle, extinction loomed over them like a dark cloud. In a world devoid of advanced medicine, a single virus could wipe them out in the blink of an eye.

Shinro's heart ached at the thought of the impending doom that hung over these unsuspecting souls.

"Welcome traveler." A sultry voice purred in his ear, causing Shinro to nearly jump out of his skin.

He turned to find a voluptuous woman leaning against the doorway of a nearby brothel, her crimson eyes sparkling with mischief. "Are you here to... unwind?" She licked her lips suggestively, her forked tongue flicking out to trace the curve of her full lips.

Shinro flustered, but he steeled himself. "No, thank you. I'm just... exploring."