The Artificial God

The First Village Leader

But today is not their lucky day. Because today the gods do not come to help them. The entire village was easily defeated by him, except for Gart, because he was enough to annoy Glenn for having more strength, and agility than the others.

"You've been getting weaker since our first fight a few years ago. It's sad to see a weakling like you just make me sick" Glenn said with a foot on Gart's head lying on the ground.

"You guys are just lucky. because the gods gave you magic power. If only we were also given magic power like you, of course, you would lose to such a tiny body" said Gart, who was lying weakly dying.

"Whisper!. I'm going to go get the boy" said Glenn, who kicked Gart's head and then walked into Gart's house to kill his own son. There was already nothing that could be done to protect the child with this state of Gart. He could only lie weakly like a fish in a barren desert.

But as soon as Glenn walked into Gart's house, he was shocked to see his son in his house. Glenn had already used his power to figure out the whereabouts of his son. But there is only a block of ice on the mattress. Then Glenn immediately came out of the house, and saw his son standing on a large tree branch in the middle of the village.

"Basil... made me shocked, it seems I have passed on my power to my son" Glenn muttered to him. All the villagers were shocked to see the little Mouberg on top of the tree suddenly with his right hand turned into ice.

"Suckers! I'll kill you!" mouberg said from the top of the tree.

"Well, I guess you taught that unpleasant word Gart. But...What's wrong with his right hand? why did his hand turn to ice? what do-don't-do!?.." Glenn said to himself who was surprised once he realized something.

"Dead you!.." said the little Mouberg who lunged forward quickly toward his father, and raised his ice fist. Bugh! but as soon as little Mouberg hit his father in the face, he was surprised that all he hit was a snow puppet. Then after that appeared the figure of his father behind the tree.

"Haha! my son is great! even though you were only ten years old. But you have a power that even your father can't use" said his father, who looks proud of his son.

"Whisper you shit! die, and go to hell!" said his son who darted forward toward his father, and raised his fist back to his face. But before the blow hit his face, his father had said, "Sorry" said his father who then hit his face until his head was cut off from his body because of a small blow Mouberg so hard.

All the villagers who witnessed the incident were shocked. They all look happy, and relieved that their nemesis was defeated by a mysterious child who fell from the sky. But that did not make little Mouberg happy, because there was still something he had to do after killing his father. A massacre of the Elves.

On that day the whole village held a feast for Glenn's death. At night everyone gathered around the campfire. They ate a delicious meal together to celebrate the victory of the little Mouberg.

"Don't just sit there, and have fun with us. You're a hero now, and for good you'll be a hero" said Gart, who approached Mouberg with booze.

"I'm sorry, I want to be alone here. But I will receive this drink.. ukh!? whatisthis? isn't this alcohol?" little Mouberg said.

"Yes, because you're a half-human Leonis, and an Elf. I don't think alcohol will make you drunk, because all I know is that an Elf is a very strong drinker" Gart said.

A few minutes later, Mouberg was visibly drunk. This was completely unlike what Gart had imagined, he looked extremely panicked to see his niece heavily drunk like that. Though he was already convinced that Mouberg would become a strong drunk.

"Damn it, it's probably because my very weak sister drank a drink like this. Maybe the Elf's alcohol endurance can't help it because her mother is very weak" Gart told her inner.

Then one of his friends came to him with a certain intention, "Gart, please bring the child. There's something we want to talk about with the boy" his friend said. Then Gart took the little Mouberg to the group of adults who were near the bonfire

After they arrived, they were greeted with great fanfare, and lowered their heads as a sign of respect, "Eh!? w-what is this?" said Gart who blushed in embarrassment while holding Mouberg on his back.

"It's not for you, Gart, my God, it's you.

ahaha!" friend said.

"Eh!? si-shit is embarrassing...so what is all this for?" said the confused Gart.

"We've talked about this, we need a leader in this village. A village chief who will govern this village!" said his friend who then everyone gathered at the bonfire cheered loudly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't be a village leader" said Gart, who then saw everyone laughing at him. He was indeed a rather foolish, and insensitive person, perhaps therefore his sister left the village, and hated him. But he was actually a very good, and reliable person.

"This stupid fool of yours, come on. Don't make us laugh. What we mean is the child on your back" said his friend who surprised Gart.

"W-what!? d-he's gonna be the leader of the village?" said Gart who did not believe this, how could a small child lead the village properly. That was what Gart had in mind right now, but actually age was just a number. What makes a person a leader is the life he lives.

"Yes, hey, wake up. Do you agree with what we're talking about?" friend said.

Then Gart woke up, and opened his eyes, "Fuck! I will lead this village. I will also teach you the basic magic of the weak! that way I will have an army to slaughter the entire Elves one day" Mouberg said drunk. His words made the people who heard him very surprised.

"I thought he was the right guy, okay with this! the leader of our village is this boy! let's toast everyone!" friend said. Thus the village of Leonis finally had a leader for the first time, and the leader was just a little boy who knew nothing, and was raised to be the leader of the village just like that. He really did not remember his words because he was so drunk.