just anger. but i'm feeling better.

It was successful. The ear-loped tribe had officially become my "faith," meaning they worshipped me. Their transformation from mere survivalists to a followers felt surreal, the weight of their devotion a constant presence in my thoughts.

I cringe inwardly at the thought of becoming an object of worship. The irony isn't lost on me—once a player in a virtual world, now a deity to a tribe whose existence depends on my will.

Managing their faith, or rather, their worship, doesn't demand much divinity. I only need to expend 1-2 divinity each month to summon animals that rush to their aid, heighten their senses, and infuse them with a sense of hope. This minimal expenditure results in a significant profit margin of around 1200 divinity monthly. Their offerings, transformed into divinity based on mass, ensure a steady influx of power, provided they are made before decay sets in. Trees, however, and small animals, proved inefficient, prompting me to disable their acceptance as offerings.

To give context to the value of divinity: approximately 10000 units can trigger a miniature nuclear reaction, sufficient to decimate a small town. You might wonder why I don't simply create gold. The answer lies in the staggering cost—it would require at least a million divinity to produce half a ton of gold. The cost outweighs the gain, especially when unmined gold veins are far easier to exploit.

Currently, my total divinity hovers around nine thousand, a formidable yet humbling reserve. The presence of other gods remains an enigma; they might be strategizing, lying dormant, or already extinct. Given the brief span since our arrival, the latter seems less probable, but the unknown looms large.

My focus now is on a seed—a project born taking inspiration from the spirit tree. Unlike the finite power of the spirit tree, this new seed is designed to gather divinity autonomously. The original intent was to create an entity capable of establishing communication with the elves' spirit tree. However, my vision evolved, and empowering this seed became a more logical step.

The seed represents a profound leap in my understanding and manipulation of divinity. It stands as a beacon, absorbing ambient energies of faith and belief, channeling them into a reservoir of power that I can access and direct as needed.

Every decision, every action, is a thread in the intricate tapestry of my existence. The responsibilities of godhood weigh heavily, a constant reminder that with great power comes even greater accountability. The fate of the tribe, all hinge on the choices I make.

As I stand on the precipice of this new era, the seed in hand, I am acutely aware of the journey ahead. It is a path fraught with challenges and revelations, each step shaping our destiny in ways I can only begin to fathom.