The God of Gabut

Weirdo

The God tried to remember who Aldi was, but he still could not remember him. "Give up, it's important that I'm free from this weird routine!"

The God confidently walked through the forest with the body of a 15-year-old boy.

When he saw the waterfall, he looked down. "It looks like it's nice to jump from here, this water is also pretty heavy."

Without a second thought, the God jumped from the waterfall. He did not know that his body was already not an invincible god.

"Woh, this is what life is like!" he shouted with great enthusiasm.

His face immediately hit the water in the pond. Fortunately the pool of the waterfall was deep enough that the God only felt the heat all over his face.

After a while the new God realized his face felt very hot. He came out of the water and immediately wriggled like a caterpillar.

"What happened to why my face was so hot!" said the God while rolling around.

A moment later, the Body of the All-Ruler was active. The pain disappeared immediately and the face of the God went back flat.

"Oh, so that's what it's called pain. The body of the Sovereign Everything was a little late healing itself, so this was what the author had said for three days."

The God rose up from the ground, he stood up like nothing had happened. Then try some experiments.

"This rock is pretty hard. I'll try to hit him!" he said with an evil smile.

His hands were clenched tightly, his focus fixed on the slightly sparkling stone. His fist immediately shot out at its best speed.

Because the stone he was after was so slippery, his fist slipped to the side. Until his hand sprained very badly.

The God looked at his broken hand helplessly. "This body is so weak, so perfect, Thor!" his yell.

After a while, he felt the pain that came from his sprained hand. "Oh, it hurts!" once again the God rolled around in pain.

Without thinking for a long time he pulled his hand to be in the position that I had previously been in. The sound of bones rang out, "Lluks!"

"Damn it, the pain is really driving me crazy!" shouted the God who was still writhing on the ground. The body of the Sovereign Everything was active again, his hands instantly healed without the slightest injury.

"Oh, it's healed again. A little longer than before, well let's find out what world this is," said the God excitedly.

After walking for several hours, the God did not find the slightest clue. Until his stomach was rumbling.

"Since when have I become this weak. Damn it there's food!" he said in a loud voice. He ran to a nearby village.

Surprisingly, he had just realized something. "Since when did I meet the village, didn't I still get lost in the forest before?" confused mumbling.

"Give up, the most important thing is to eat now."

He smelled a pretty good smell. Without waiting for long she approached the source and sat down at the table without saying anything.

"How much, son?" ask the fried rice seller.

Without saying anything, the God brandished his index finger declaring a portion.

"Ok, wait a minute!"

The fried rice seller stirred his dish vigorously, he placed the fried rice on a white plate with a picture of a rooster.

The smell that was as fragrant as a cash of fried rice inhaled the nose of the God. A serving of fried rice was served on his desk.

"Please enjoy the meal." The fried rice seller had not realized the God had no money.

Without shame, the God took the spoon and fork on his plate. Since he did not know how to use, the hand became the way he chose.

His five fingers immediately gripped the fried rice that was still hot. His grip went straight into his mouth.

First of all, the God felt that the combination of rice and oil was no match. The second kunyahan he felt the eggs combined with vegetables made the taste of fried rice more advanced.

His behavior makes the seller confused about what to do.

No more than 2 minutes of food on the plate has been successfully grinded out. The God burped loudly without the slightest embarrassment.

He left the small shop without paying. Of course the fried rice seller yelled at him.

"Son, wait. You haven't paid!" said the seller in a loud voice.

"Pay? What'sthat?" ask the God plainly.

"Pay me use the money. Whoever eats has to pay" said the seller with a serious facial expression. He can control his emotions very well.

"I don't have any money, do I pay it?" ask the God plainly.

Not out of reason, the Seller immediately grabbed the arm of the God tightly. He did not want the child in front of him to run away.

"I won't let you run. So pay up fast!" said The Seller.

"I don't have any money, Uncle. It's just a mortal food, why should I pay for it."

The two of them continued to be child-like mouths, one asking for payment and the other insisting on not paying. Until finally a 40-year-old middle-aged woman appears behind The Seller.

"Bah, let go of the boy. Let me do the talking" said the woman.

Nor would the God leave just to face a mortal like them. So after releasing his grip he stood relaxed.

"Son, what's your name?"

"I don't remember who I am. People call me His Highness the Great Power of the King of Everything. A friend also called me Biawak, maybe that's a good name." The face of the God was full of confidence when he mentioned his name.

The middle-aged couple closed their mouths holding back any laughter that might come out of his mouth.

"Do you not believe. I became the temporary ruler and looked down upon the humans up there." The God stood firm as he puffed his chest and placed both of his palms on his waist.

"Well, I'll call your name the easiest. Radja, where are you from?" ask the middle-aged woman.

"I told you, I come from the high realms and lead many galaxies!" answer the God with a sniff.

"Where are your parents?" ask The Seller.

"Old man? I never had it."

The seller and the middle-aged woman immediately closed her mouth because she was moved. They suspected that the child in front of him had just been in an accident because his clothes looked shabby, it might have been a few days in the forest.

"Radja, come follow me. Because you can't pay. Then you have to pay us cleanly."

The middle-aged woman and the Fried rice seller were lovers who had no children. His prayer came right after they wanted a descendant.

There was a little boy who did not know his origin appeared in front of the sales pitch of the two of them.

The lovers are Hadi and Sutri, both of whom have been married for 20 years. But they have no descendants.

The god who thinks Radja's name is better than Biawak immediately follows the two with casual footsteps.

They headed for a house measuring 4 by 6, a very nice arrangement made the room look spacious.

"Come, help me clean this room," Sutri said giving the order.

Radja never cleans the room because she can use magic. The situation was now different, he could not let out the slightest bit of aura that had an effect on the air.

He was given a broom, Radja accepted. "What is this thing used for?" ask her with a innocent face without sin.

"Heh, you don't know the function of the broom?"

"In my palace there is no broom. We used magic to change the entire color of the palace with the blink of an eye." Radja bragged about herself again.

"Yes, yeah, yeah I believe. Now give me the broom and I'll show you how to use it."

Sutri took a broom and cleaned the room with a sweet smile on his face. Radja imitated her perfectly, even she imitated the happy facial expression of the middle-aged woman.