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Godsmithing Otaku

What if you had the power to make a god at your finger tips? What if those gods could be designed from head to toe to your liking and printed into reality with the click of a button? What if this kind of technology fell into the hands of a perverted Otaku and gave him the ability to seek revenge, destroy shit, and tear up half the world and remodel it on a casual Sunday? Haze was a normal dude born in Japan that lived alone in an apartment the size of two small sedans. He happened to be lucky enough to get a trial edition for a program called [God Smith] that let him design any impractical god he wanted and let him run the gamut on their potential powers. A girl that's main power was walking through walls so he could check out what his neighbor was doing at night that made her scream so loudly, check... A girl that can mutate into whatever kind of chick from his favorite video game he wants to spend time with, check.... A man that can use a sword so well that he can cut the planet in half and an architect that can turn a small room into an alternate dimension and a business man that can make him a millionaire with a single dollar, check... Is there anything he can't do with the [God Smith] application? He was about to find out...

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Twenty minutes later,

Rail had teleported nearly everywhere in the forest and came back to Haze with a disappointed expression. Her only conclusion was that the <god smiths> that had to fight were hiding.

They were most likely waiting for the three hours to be up so they stood a better chance. Now that Haze completed the two missions, he'd have all his gods at his disposal.

The only thing Rail figured out was how big the domain was that the company took them to. It was roughly twenty mile by twenty mile forest with walls all around it with a few small homes blotted across the map.

"They are hiding, really well. Got any ideas Haze?"

"Yeah, we bribe them," Haze crossed his arms and pointed at a small cabin near the edge of the east forest. "Maybe if we offer them a spot in the guild, and protection, they'll come out."

"What about just destroying as much as we can?" Zack said as he spun his sword and slashed at one of the trees. "We have a small chance of getting lucky, right?"

"How about we just go in the cabin? I heard there are some hidden rewards in domains that companies own."

"What is this domain thing anyway?" Haze said as he walked over towards the cabin and opened the door. "I thought I got a domain to protect our mansion? How is this a domain?"

"A domain, according to the company, is just a place that is restricted and owned by a person. It can be it's own independent space, or connected to a place like Earth," Rail yawned as she heard some creaking upstairs. "Wait, is it me, or is someone here?"

"It's probably just because this place is old," Zack walked over to what appeared to be a television and tried to turn it around, "Damn it, the television doesn't work. I guess they don't have anime here."

"Waist, by the way. How many gods do you have now?" Haze asked as he yawned and sat down on at the small brown table in the center of the room. There was a small furnace behind them with old logs cut and littered around it. "If I remember correctly, you had three right?"

"I-I don't evenr remember right now," Waist winked and slid her hands into her pockets, "Why, are you getting worried about me guild leader?"

"That's definitely Waist," Zack said as he looked back and nodded his head, "She smells like Carl. Don't worry Haze."

"I'm not worried... Rail, can you check upstairs. Bring Lapis."

"Going... Come on sister," Rail grabbed Lapis hand as she activated her shield. "Your hand feels nice. Is that a new lotion?"

"Anyways, what's our plan?" Haze took a deep breath as he heard Rail's footsteps on the area above him.

So far, he had no idea how to get the god smiths to come out and attack him. The only idea he had was to try and have Rail walk outside and pretend to be injured, but in the few courses he took in the military he learned better against doing stuff like that.

You had to always be strong, and always on guard. His only hope was that Helm would find something on the computer soon.

"No body here." Rail teleported downstairs with a small golden chain in her hand. "However, this was upstairs. I tried it on, but it didn't do much for me."

"Maybe it's just a necklace," Waist reached for it and started to put it on her neck. "Do I look pretty guild master? As good as the posters you saw of me on the wall."

"Guys, someone is outside," Zack pointed at a young girl in a medical gown walking towards the cabin with a grim expression. "She reminds me of the crazy girl. Should I kill her?"

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