Epic Of Caterpillar

Chapter 2745 - 2746: Visiting The God Academy 2

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"And so I told him that if he didn't want to date a girl with wings, then he could walk back home, and I left him right there!"

"Way to go, Stacey!"

"Hahah! He deserved it, what a jerk!"

A trio of girls who looked like young delinquents, or "gyaru" as you would call them in Japan, chatted lively. The one speaking at the beginning had pink butterfly wings and black, blonde, and purple hair with red eyes.

She looked a little like me but wasn't really related. She was perhaps a descendant of one of my lesser clones, which I had allowed to live independently and freely as citizens after they developed their own personalities.

"What are we having for lunch today?"

"Geez, Vorana, is eating all you ever think about?"

"Well, my father is the Elder Dragon of Hunger..."

The very hungry girl seemed to be a young dragon goddess, with golden and red scales covering her body and a large frame. She was always eating, right now enjoying a large sandwich.

"Hey, hurry up already, we'll be late for teacher Merveim's body tempering classes!"

"Damn it, we're almost too late!"

"Agh, he's going to get mad at us again..."

A group of young gods, varying in appearance, ran through the plaza and into a large building that included a huge open area for physical training. There, I saw Merveim, the black-scaled wyvern son of Chadrach, the Wyvern Overlord.

"I had no idea Merveim was working here too?! And I really don't remember there being so many gods," I said. "Although we recruited many from Genesis, they were still fewer than a hundred at least, right? And yet this academy has hundreds of students?!"

"Well, yes, a lot of gods got busy after finding a place they could live comfortably," Redgaria said. "Some decided to create their own children, while others entered relationships with citizens they met and formed bonds with before having children with them. At some point, children born with divine powers became the norm, but the children of gods are born not just with divine power but with divine authorities and even connections to unique Daos. Unlike your average citizen, who is born only with divine power, which makes them Living Deities at most, these young students are truly gods in the most literal sense."

"I see! So this is why I felt this little connection with them. Their divine authorities all reinforce and strengthen my Realm," I said. "I had never thought about it, but the gods being born here make my own world stronger and larger."

"And the more we train them, the more we can secure a future for everyone. As your world expands, it needs protection," Redgaria said. "From threats from outside and also from inside. Monsters, Evil Spirits, Undead, Fiends, Aberrations, all sorts of hostile creatures abound in your world, Kireina, and even though the average civilian nowadays is born with divine power, not everyone can handle these beings. Hence why we are training and teaching these young gods."

"That's really quite something," I nodded. "I am well aware of this world's threats, Redgaria. As it becomes larger, it becomes harder for me to keep attention on it 24/7, especially because I am doing so many things outside. However, if I put effort into it, I could wipe them all out in a few days. But is that really necessary?"

"Of course not," Redgaria smiled. "I am well aware you are a Fair Goddess. You don't want your people to slack. These threats, although not directly created by you, were allowed to exist by your intentional negligence, as I'd like to call it. It is to keep your people strong, to give them a reason not to grow too comfortable with their commodities, and to also filter those unworthy from the Pantheons. The ultimate goal of our students is to join one of the many Pantheons, where they will be able to find a Divine Occupation."

"Or a job," Freyja giggled. "Gods are well paid too, so any kid with the potential would aim for that. As you can see, there are also many students who aren't born as gods nor are direct children of the gods you originally recruited at the beginning of your Pantheon in Genesis, but we only accept the most excellent, hardworking, or talented among them. Living Deities with the potential to become gods and even Cosmic Deities."

"Well, that's honestly nice to know," I said with a nod. "Aside from being happy my kids are getting a great education and learning more about their powers every day, knowing that the great talents born in this world are not being wasted is the best gift you could have ever given me. Thank you for making this Academy."

"Hmph, I didn't do it for you," Redgaria sighed. "My sister said she wanted to go to school, but normal schools here wouldn't be enough."

"Oh! Your little sister also attends this school?" I wondered. "Now it makes sense why you're putting so much effort into this!"

"...Shut up," Redgaria sighed, looking elsewhere.

"Heheh..." I laughed, teasing him while he tried not to look at my face.

"Are you curious about what we do here, Kireina-sama?" Freyja asked. "I work here as a teacher. I teach those with talent for things like Illusion Magic and Dream Magic. Loki does the same, but she's better at Illusion than I am. I also work in Alchemy Research and Spirit Research, as you could have guessed. My classes aren't the most requested, but there are still quite a few dozen kids who attend them regularly. Among them are a couple of your friends' children, who also work here. I had no idea you were already friends with two other Dream Gods who brought their children here."

"...Other Dream Gods?" I wondered. "But Genesis doesn't have any other Dream God than you, right?"

"Well, yes, but they said they were born inside a Dream World you created, which was fused into this world some time ago. They were able to materialize into this world after they grew strong enough and assimilated into the society, joining the Pantheons and then this academy, bringing their children," Freyja said. "Wait, you don't remember them? Bilili and Vulcan?"

"Ah!" My eyes widened as I remembered. "Right..."

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