5th Rated God - Volume 1 Chapter 5 All My Followers Died..

The sculptor the nameless god was searching for was in fact one of its most loyal followers and the creator of the animal statues that decorate its little temple. In truth they also view it as a small tradition and don’t truly believe in it, but to the unpopular little god, it was quite proud of it, for having any offerings at all.

Over the generations, each descendent will carve a sculptor that will be placed near the temple as a display of their skill. Of course the statues they placed on the temple were quite shabby and only a practice sculpture for the sculptor family, as they do have to make a living and can only afford to place failed products near the temple.

While the ignorant god had no idea and had zero artistic judging skills, it felt quite honored by these statues.

While thinking fondly of the sculptor family and their deeds, it better reinforced its opinion of them. It had also finally slithered its way towards the village and at the sight of it, it no longer had any happy thoughts.

It looked at the wreckage and saw nothing but destruction and rubble. It continued down its way and looked for the sculptor family and their little workshop. The magnificent sculptors that were displayed for sale where no more and little workshop is collapsed as well.

The lonely little god felt something pang in its heart. It had lived a life of carefreeness and had never experienced hardship, and never lost anything dear to it, so it could not explain how it felt at this moment. Of course it didn’t have too much attachment , and saw countless generation take over the old generation of sculptors, but this was different.

It remembered how each of the successors deliver a new statue to its temple with a child of their arms and when the child grew up they would bring a child of their own as well. They died of old age or illness, but this time their end was different this time.

While distracted with its reminiscence, the little gods body started to change without it knowing. The great feeling of lost invoked a hidden power in it. The little snake form made a change and took on a white glow and had a profound holy aura around it. The little snake grew a bit and was middle sized and dawned on pure white scales now.

This perspired without the clueless god knowing at all, but with this new form, the little god then noticed that there was still some people in the workshop. How it suddenly knew? It didn’t know, but it rushed towards the scene.

It followed its intuition and slid through the rubble and wriggled towards the life it has sensed.

“Dear god….. please…”, someone said in a weakened voice.

It was the sculptor! With in the rubble he was still alive! With him were 2 little bodies that the sculptor is shielding underneath all the rubble.

He was crying and spouting nonsense in insanity. With no hope of surviving his children where on their last breath, he has gone insane with hysteria. With no way out, he resorted to praying .

Once humanity is cornered, they turn to gods to find comfort. With nothing else to do, that was all they can hope for.

The now white colored god, wiggled to the area where the sculptor and what remained of his children. It had no words and had little experience of what to do in this bizarre situation. It saw the proud sculptor and the little brats that had just left a hefty offering to it, in the sate they are now. It sensed great sorrow. It looked on with sadden eyes and gave the near death sculptor a pitiful look.

The hysterical sculptor was trapped in the rubble a few day already and was losing his grip on reality. His vision already blurry and his mind groggy, when he saw the nameless god arrived, and how it emitted a holy aura. The sculptor without a thought turned his hope to the strange being.

“G-god….”, spoke the sculptor in worship and reverence.

The god itself was quite shocked itself. No one had ever referred it as a god or much less revered it as strongly as the sculptor before it. It felt a little bashful like how human will feel when they are proposed to.

“P-please, my children…”, sobbed the man.

“First their mother, I can’t lose them too!”

“Please, please, please, save them!!!”

“I beg you…”

“….they are all… I have…left…..”

“I’ll do anything, I offer you anything!!!!”

“So please! Please…please….”

The sculptor had grabbed onto his last hope with all his might. He begged and begged. He prayed with his life. He hopped that the being will have the power to save his children. He was willing to sacrifice “anything”.

At this moment, the sincere feelings of the sculptor peaked and seemed to triggered something. His strong faith and belief have reached the right conditions! His very soul, his very being is being converted into something…

The sculptors very soul dissipated and his body started to turn illusionary. Every thing eventually faded and all that was left was a hazy mist that contained everything of the sculptor, started to flow into towards the awestruck nameless god. It cloaked the bewildered god and it sank into the very body of it and the strange phenomenon ended. Just like that the last believer of the god that resided in the shabby temple has died… the consequences still unknown to the flabbergasted god.

Unfortunately, even with his great sacrifice it would not bring back his children. Their bodies are were now exposed once the sculptors body disappeared. All that was left was the shriveled bodies of 2 children.