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My Own Personal God.

Chapter 1: Weird Statue.

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Everyone has a God they believe in.

Everyone, except atheists.

And the greatest, proudest, self proclaimed atheist had to be Jordan.

Ironic, considering that he had been raised by his parents to be a devout christian. But it just never really...stuck with him.

And so when his parents had died a couple years prior, the kind sentiments and words of consolation from strangers and church colleagues- about how they were in heaven- didn't really do much for him either.

It was his belief that there was no God. So how could there be a heaven? In that same vein, there was no hell, because there was no Devil.

The afterlife was a lie concocted by humans to give them a semblance of hope.

That their existence would not end upon their demise.

Death was absolute. Just as life was. Both presented polar opposites. Extremities that could never converge.

So how could anyone with Reason think there was a continuation of existence upon its end?

It was Illogical. Unreasonable.

And that was the crux of it- Logic. The world worked on logic. That was his belief. Or anti-belief.

So when a delivery box mistakenly found it's way outside his apartment, Jordan assumed the logical reason was that it was a misplaced order.

"What's this?"

He scratched his head, staring down at the brown carton wrapped in black tape.

A knock had brought him to the door, the game he was playing on his PC paused as he thought it was the plumber he had called to come fix his clogged toilet.

Otherwise, being the loner he was, he would have just ignored it.

Looking around, the hallway on either side of his door were empty. It was only him and the mysterious box.

"I don't remember ordering anything...so who could have left this here?"

He muttered to himself.

Fortunately, there was a delivery note attached to the package.

Jordan crouched to read the receipt. If the address was someone else in the apartment complex, then the logical thing to do would be to call the Landlord.

He even had his phone out.

However, upon reading the note, his brows raised as his confusion intensified.

His address was on the note. And so was his name.

Jordan Hayes.

23rd street, Salem, New Hampshire.

That couldn't be right.

Maybe it was something sent from his late parents?

He knew his Dad was a collector of weird stuff, and even had a storage unit on the West side of the city.

Though Jordan had cleared it out and sold everything inside to secure his living expenses, right after their deaths.

How else could he afford living in the city with his low paying job?

In any case, there was no mistaking his name and address. So the logical thing to do was to accept the package as his.

He grabbed the box, grunting as it was surprisingly heavy and carried it into his apartment, closing the door with his foot.

Once inside, he set it on the couch, not having a table in his small studio apartment.

The couch faced a lone window with the view outside showing the busy streets of Salem.

Below the window was a kitchen sink with a few empty drawers. He had forgotten to do grocery shopping. And beside the kitchen sink was a small fridge.

His king size bed sat behind the couch. It alone having taken up 70% of the space available.

And next to it was a desk with a computer. Long sheets of papers and binders were scattered on top of it as it also doubled as his work station.

Lastly, there was door to the side which led into his modest bathroom.

"Where did I put those damn scissors..."

Jordan grumbled as he searched the kitchen drawers, only to remember he had left them on his work desk.

A little ruffling and shuffling, he found them hidden below a blue binder.

Scissors in hand, he approached the box and carefully sliced apart the tape just in case the delivery turned out not to be his.

If that was the case, he could easily retape it and give it back. He even kept the receipt on.

Jordan was broke, he didn't have money to compesate the real owner for whatever was inside.

Of course, he could have also not bothered opening the package and instead called the delivery company for confirmation but he didn't do that.

He was too curious.

With the tape out of the way, the box was easy to open up, which he did- revealing an object wrapped in a bundle of white clothe inside, along with a small black booklet.

Setting the scissors aside, Jordan carefully reached in for the strange object, surprise appearing on his face due to how heavy it was.

It felt like he was lifting a chunk of dense metal- hard, yet smooth like polished stone.

Now very curious, he placed it on his lap and unfurled the clothe.

"What the?..."

Jordan muttered as he raised the grey statue of a faceless man seated on a throne.

That was it. The statue had no discernible features. The seated figure was completely bald with completely smooth facial structures.

It lacked eyes, a nose, a mouth and all in all, looked pretty strange. Turning it over, didn't wield any more clues.

For all intents and purposes, it was a faceless individual sitting on a normal looking throne.

The only thing that stood out was the individual's hands. Which were clasped together in a position of prayer.

"Must be one of Dad's old stuff."

Jordan decided, setting the statue aside. He remembered there was a booklet that came with it.

He reached into the opened box and grabbed it, turning it over in his hands.

The front and back cover were both black and it was the size of a small notebook.

Flipping it open, Jordan was met with a blank page. The sheet of paper was thin and completely white.

Frowning, he went to turn the page, only to curse as the corner of the paper sliced his finger.

Drops of blood fell on the white page and before his very eyes, the blood seemed to disappear, swallowed up by the paper sheet.

Jordan was surprised. He couldn't believe what he had seen and thought it was a trick. Maybe the paper was naturally absorbent.

So he squeezed a few more drops onto the page and watched as the blood splattered on the white surface. Only to disappear again.

His eyes narrowed. That was not normal.

He stared at the statue placed on the couch next to him and...was it his imagination or had it gained a glossy lustre?

The statue, which was gray and bland before was now almost silver and glowed somewhat.

He went to place down the notebook but the second he did, it vanished into motes of silver light that rose up in a cloud and entered through his nostrils, mouth and ears.

Jordan jumped to his feet, waving away the strange cloudy substance to no avail. All of it had disappeared into him.

Now thoroughly freaked out, he ran to the bathroom, slamming the door open in his rush and came to a stop before the mirror.

He was breathing quickly, his chest rising up and down.

Splashing water on his face a few times, helped him calm down.

"Come on Jordan. Things don't just disappear like that. There has to be a good explanation."

He said, while staring at his reflection on the mirror.

Something caught his eye. A weird symbol at the very corner of his his right eye. It moved with his sight but only stayed at the very edge of his vision.

Focusing on it, the icon enlarged into a pixelated image of the statue sitting in his couch.

"What the..."

He mumbled in surprise, lifting a finger and prodding the image.

The image disappeared and a new gray panel opened up,

(Welcome new user to [Personal God])

(Input Name)

Jordan was more than just confused. But logic persisted. It couldn't be a dream, he'd already checked. He wasn't crazy either, the fact he could rationalize everything else was normal besides the statue, meant the statue was the problem.

The only way to get answers was to humor whatever this was, so he cleared his throat.

"Jordan. Jordan Hayes."

He stated.

The panel was replaced by another.

(User Registered, Jordan Hayes)

(Bloodline analysis complete)

(Prepare for Introduction into the [Personal God] Interface)

A grunt escaped his lips as an overload of information poured forth into his brain.

([Personal God] Interface is a tool used to create Powerful Reality Deities, by allowing a Chosen Apostle to shape the God to their own preferences. This ensures a closer bond between Mortals and Immortals for the continuation of Reality and Existence as you know it. The Apostle provides The God with Faith and Belief. And the God provides The Apostle with Miracles and Blessings.)

"Faith? Belief? Is this a joke? I don't believe in any of that crap."

Jordan grumbled as he rubbed his head. The information that flooded his mind brought with it a headache as well.

But there was more.

(Faith and Belief influence how powerful your [Personal God] can become. This is determined by three core practices, Worship, Sacrifice and praise.)

Yup. This had to be a cosmic joke of some kind. Someone else would have been sold to the idea of having their own [Personal God] but he was the last person to be happy.

Worship? Sacrifice? Praise? Are you fucking with me?

Gods don't exist! That's an immutable fact! And anything claiming to be a God had to be a faker of some sort.

Maybe a tech billionaire with too much money and time on their hands.

Yet despite his thoughts, Jordan kept on going through the information in his mind.

(Miracles and Blessings are the result of Faith and Belief. Praising your [Personal God] gurantees 1 lesser miracle. A dedicated worship gurantees 5 lesser miracles. A sacrifice to your [Personal God] guarantees 1 Blessing)

"Praise..."

Jordan scratched his chin in thought.

"Something like singing perhaps? And dedicated worship probably means Prayers. That directly collerates with Faith."

In contrast, Belief was dependent on sacrifice. What did that mean exactly? He would have thought belief would be the core of the [Personal God], with Faith being a byproduct of it. Both of which were determined by the Apostle. Which in this case was him.

But that wasn't the case. Sacrifice...mmh. Maybe he had to sacrifice something precious to himself?

"Let's keep going."

He muttered to himself, somehoe able to call up the information in his mind without a problem. It seemed imprinted into his psyche.

(A lesser miracle is capable of altering reality to an extent. Effects can range from healing an incurable disease, to creating wings that can enable one to fly. The effect is strengthened by stacking many lesser miracles together. However, the effect lasts only for 24 hours before being dispelled. 1000 lesser miracles can combine into a medium miracle which lasts much longer.)

"I see. Moving on."

(Blessings are different from Lesser Miracles in that they only affect the Apostle or the [Personal God]. In exchange, the blessing is permanent. Blessings can range from granting special abilities to the Apostle to elevating the level of the [Personal God]. They are dependent on Sacrifices)

Thinking hard on it, Jordan was able to pull up information on Sacrifices.

(Sacrifices are offerings of souls to the [Personal God]. The more devout and pure a soul is, the stronger the blessing will be. Multiple sacrifices can even increase the Level of your [Personal God], thereby unlocking more priveleges)

"I'm starting to understand..."

Jordan mumbled, dropping his butt on the toilet seat.

"So Faith equals miracles and belief equals blessings. To further expound, Faith equals Worship+Praise equals miracles. And belief equals sacrifice equals Blessings."

He adjusted his glasses.

"This is simply...illogical."

A sigh escaped him.

"Am supposed to believe that if I pray and sing to a statue figure I might get superpowers? Gimme a break."

He stared at his watermarked ceiling. The upstairs neighbor's bathroom was leaking again.

"If there was more proof and I saw it with my eyes then maybe I could believe it. I mean miracles? Blessings? How would I even get them? Is there an instruction manual or som-"

His words cut off as new information flew to the front of his mind.

(To activate a lesser miracle, simply write your wish on the page of your [Personal God] bible.)

Huh? There was a bible too?

"Wait, it must be the black book from before."

He stated, staring at his hand and following his instinct, wished for the book to appear.

One second his palm was empty and the next, the notebook appeared.

More information appeared in his mind.

(The pages are infinite. A single page or even multiple can be dedicated to writing out one lesser miracle in detail. In addition, the first page displays the number of lesser miracles you have. A starter bundle has been issued)

Jordan immediately flipped the book open. And true enough, there was a row of information displayed.

[Personal God Name: ???]

[Divine Rank: Nameless God]

[Divine Domain: ???]

[Apostle Name: Jordan Hayes]

[Lesser Miracles: 5]

[Blessings: 1]