Temp Genesis: Chapter 2: I Plagiarized My World in One Day

Genesis Chapter 2: I Plagiarized My World in One Day

Apocalypse, apocalypse, apocalypse...

God had gone away, but I still muttered this phrase in my head. How could He reappear in my apocalypse? So, no matter what I created in my world, would it all end?

I pondered for a few seconds, then gave up thinking about the apocalypse. If I kept dwelling on the end of the world, I might not end up creating any world at all. Well, to start, it would be nice to be standing somewhere and not falling into an abyss or drowning.

Let there be land.

I looked around, but I was still in the white world. In theory, I had the power to create whatever I wanted, but in reality, I hadn't received any instruction manual or tutorial on how to use my powers. So, I had to go out and try until something worked. I extended my hand forward and shouted.

"Let there be land!"

I clasped my hands behind my back and shouted again.

"Kame, Rame. Earth."

I began making hand signs and said, "Earth Style, Earth-Maker Jutsu."

Then, I clapped my hands on the ground. None of the attempts had worked, but I noticed that where I stood was somewhat soft. I buried my hand to grab the soft soil, and miraculously, I managed to pull out a piece of the ground. Strangely, the ground remained the same as if the part I removed had never left its place.

What in the world is this? In theory, there shouldn't be anything here except for me.

I started molding the small white mass as if it were modeling clay, rolling it into a tube until the mass disappeared into my hand, and I felt an electric shock coursing through my body.

I didn't literally want a lightning bolt!

Fortunately, the electricity wasn't strong enough to kill me, but it did superficially burn my right hand. On the bright side, this incident taught me two things.

The first thing was that I needed to be careful about what I said when creating things. The meaning of my words could alter or influence what I created. Fortunately, the lightning passed through my hand and dissipated. I wouldn't know what to do if it were running around.

The second thing was that I had to use the white mass of the world around me to create the world. I would have to shape it from scratch with my own hands, and this would be dangerous. Depending on what I was creating, it could end up injuring me. In addition, the lightning I created wasn't elegant. So maybe doing things by hand wouldn't make them beautiful.

I reached my hand to the ground, pulled up another piece of it, and began shaping it into a sphere. I thought of creating a being that could float and create things on my behalf when ordered, become invisible, and change its appearance to fit the time in which the world existed. Most importantly, it had to have its own personality, someone who could talk to me and know me.

Finally, the creature was ready, if you could call it a creature. It was basically a sphere with a circle in the middle, and a circular crystal in place of eyes.

"Well, I'll call you Mao."

Mao - "That's a terrible name."

"Hey, I think it's an amazing name."

Mao - "You named me Mao because you do things with your own hands, right? That's incredibly uncreative."

"I didn't name you that because of that. I named you Mao because... oh well, if it's so bad, why don't you come up with a better one?"

Mao - "Well, if I change my name, I believe you'll get upset, and I already have a name. So what should I name exactly?"

I really had a name. I didn't care much about it or really stopped to think about it. It reminded me of the other world, although I didn't miss it much. I missed my family and close friends, especially the virtual ones, but it was more of a nostalgic feeling. This was a new world, and perhaps I deserved a new name as well.

"Well, since I named you, I think it's only fair that you can name me too. A new me deserves a new name."

Mao - "Well, since it's like that, I'll call you Fol."

Fol - "Hey, that's my nickname."

Mao - "Exactly, now we both have terrible names."

Fol - "Oh well, so be it. Let there be a world."

I started to imagine and recall things from my old world, before cities and civilizations. Mao began to glow, and suddenly, a rush of air came at me. Finally, things around me started to come to life with color, and what was just a blank canvas became a green hill with low grass and flowers.

Fol - "This is truly a beautiful landscape that I created."

Mao - "You created? You didn't do anything. You just told what to do and provided the fuel for it. You didn't even create an original world. If they write a book about you, it will be written, 'In the beginning, God plagiarized the world in one day.'"