Grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brother, I hurt people. (mentally)

I've always found myself lacking in the art of persuasion. Back in my world, I couldn't even sell for a dollar, much less make ten as a salesman.

In "DawnLight," my reputation as the top player wasn't built on charisma but on secret modifications that gave me an edge. Choosing the bunny-people, specifically the ear-loped tribe, seemed whimsical initially, but now it presented a daunting challenge. If I failed to win their allegiance, my divine journey would stumble at the start, risking penalties that could strip away my newfound powers.

In DawnLight, selecting a race was optional, but failing to gain their loyalty carried severe consequences, including loss of divinity and a weakened position in the game's hierarchy. My innate inability to sway others loomed large as a significant hurdle.

Seated in my ethereal sanctum, connected to this new world through a glowing computer screen, irony hung heavy in the air. Despite ascending to deity status in another realm, I remained tethered to technology. The screen displayed a vast, teeming landscape, awaiting my divine touch.

"I wonder how my mom's coping," I mused aloud, my voice echoing softly in the vast, silent chamber. Though our relationship was strained, the sudden severance from my former life left me pondering its implications. She relied on government support, so my disappearance likely affected only discretionary spending. Yet, a thread of connection persisted, tugging at my consciousness.

Contemplating my new reality, the novelty of godhood gave way to monotony. Partially overseeing a world where every thought could shape destiny, yet constrained by the need to conserve divinity, felt paradoxical—power tempered by restraint.

Returning my gaze to the screen, I scrutinized the bunny-people below. Once whimsical and charming, their large, expressive eyes now reflected a mix of curiosity and wariness. The ear-loped tribe, in particular, who once exuded a peaceful demeanor, nestled in lush forests now imperiled by encroaching deserts. Convincing them to follow me would've normally posed a formidable challenge, considering my lack of charisma. At least their trauma eased turned the tables of negotiation to my end.

As I observed their daily lives, nostalgia washed over me. This vibrant world bore an uncanny resemblance to the game I had meticulously modded. Yet, this was no longer a mere simulation; these lives were real, their destinies intertwined with my decisions.

A wistful smile graced my lips. Yes, I wielded the power to shape their fates, even to extinguish them at will. It was a heady mix of authority and responsibility, tempered only by constraints and a lingering fear of the unknown.

In this unfamiliar realm, where every choice resonated with consequence, I found myself navigating uncharted waters—a reluctant deity thrust into a role I hadn't sought, though I would gladly praise. As the bunny-people carried on with their routines, oblivious to my scrutiny, I pondered the weight of my decisions and the uncertain path ahead. Unsure of where this divine journey would ultimately lead me, I resolved to face each challenge with resolve and cautious optimism.