Power of Creation - Volume 1 - Chapter 1
“Creation Magic.” “Creation?”
“That’s what it says, creation.”
“That… cannot be…” The priest in robes is taking several steps back and shaking his head. “You lie!”
This is the exchange of words you experience after you are brought into another world. You are simply sitting in your chair, reading sexy rape stories from machineslicedbread, when suddenly a white light envelops your vision.
You suddenly find yourself falling onto your butt, and the world around you has changed into a medieval fantasy setting. There is a king sitting on the throne, watching you intently, and a priest, standing in front of you with his arms up in the air like he is splitting the seas.
Having already been worked up sexually from reading naughty translations, your sight immediately falls on who you perceive to be the King’s wife and daughter. While the King himself is a pudgy old man, his wife is easily half his age, only in her mid-thirties, although her sexy smooth skin makes her look like she could be in her twenties. She has very large breasts that nearly pop out of her dress, and they are pleasant to look at. Her daughter looks more like a younger sister and appears to be somewhere in her teens.
As you stare at the two sexy women, who are actually holding each other fearfully as they curiously look down on you, they become flustered and turn away with blushes. A second later you become concerned that you might have an erection, and when you glance down, you are shocked to find that not only is your dick at full staff, but you are also completely naked, giving these two women a good look at your privates, spread open as they are.
The priest is looking down at your erection with a raised eyebrow. The King is giving you a stiff look, clearly a little bothered that you are exposing yourself to his wife and daughter.
Immediately, you start thinking about covering yourself. Why would this world dump you here naked? You need to have clothes on! That is a given expectation for any isekai novel. As soon as the thoughts enter your head, there is a gleaming light that covers your body, hiding your nudity. A second later, you realize you have become completely clothed.
It is a pretty cool setup of clothing. It looks exactly like the cosplay adventurer outfit you’d have worn if you ever had the time, money, or energy to assemble something like this. You thought that maybe it had teleported in a bit late, but it’s better late than never. It seems like the god of this world is a bit lazy. However, the priest looks as surprised as you to see clothing suddenly appear from nowhere.
This is how your introduction to another world came. The priest immediately explains the standard story you’ve come to expect from other world novels. It’s the story of a demon realm, a country in jeopardy, and a hero summoned to the other world.
“Do I get your daughter if I beat the demon lord?” you joke to break the ice.
It really is intended as a joke, but the wife suddenly holds her daughter away like you are naked again, even though the daughter has shown a slight look of interest. The King puts on a dark expression, seeming to lack all humor, and the priest shakes his head angrily with a twist of his mouth.
“Ah, no, that kind of thing… The kingdom will support you, but you are here to help us, chosen by the gods. It is your duty to protect us, not our duty to support you.”
What the hell is that about? It seems like this world has no shame when it comes to summoning. Since their God sends you over, you owe them? To hell with that…
“Your compensation for coming is provided by the gods in the form of an ability. Well, anyway, let’s see what that ability is.” The priest picks up a stone and hands it to you. “Hold this and insert magic into it, and it’ll tell us what you were brought over with.”
As soon as you touch the stone, the magic seems to pour into it like you have been doing this all your life. The words signifying the name of your magic pops into your head.
“Creation Magic.” “Creation?”
“That’s what it says, creation.”
“That… cannot be…” The priest in the robes is taking several steps back and shaking his head. “You lie!”
“No, it’s very clearly creation magic.”
Not really able to sense the thickening mood, it comes as a complete surprise to you when the priest suddenly points and says, “Guards! Kill him! Kill the heretic!”