God is a Game Designer 4 C4 - System Menu and revoked privileges

Nathan stood at the bottom of the hills of sand, his body covered with it as he could feel grains in almost every nook and cranny of his body. He grumbled as his hands quickly patted down and removed it from even his underwear, shoes and socks.

"No point in cleaning my feet. I bet in several hours they will just be filled again."

He looked around the area before he came to realise something. His character was himself. His body was still frail and weak, his glasses hung from the end of his nose as he quickly pushed them back up in embarrassment.

"I had a massive buff warrior, I had six packs on six packs, but now I am back to my boring old self!"

He felt cheated as he screamed at the top of his lungs. This could not be happening. Why was this happening to him?

"Bullshit! Someone is fucking with me. Must be my friends that have done this... Hahaha!"

He laughed out loud. Anyone who might view this scene would think that this poor man had gone crazy due to heatstroke.

"Wait... There's one flaw with that... I don't have any friends. At least, none with coding knowledge."

He felt even more frustrated as he screamed once more, his voice growing hoarse as he furiously swiped, trying to open the admin menu.

"Come on you piece of shit! Open up!"

He waved his hand in the air, back and forth, left to right. At this moment, he looked completely insane, though only the desert was present to see his sorry state.

"Fuck me, no admin menu. What kind of bankruptcy Costco shit is this!?"

He was starting to get even angrier before he continued to shake his head, slowly waving his other hand as he pulled open his player menu.

"At least this works. If even this failed to work then I would have just scrapped the entire game!"

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Name: Nathan Blackrose

Age: 27 (Getting old now Gramps?)

Race: Arch God

Title: Creator God

Level: 255

Dominion: 5/5

Faith: 2000

Words Of Power: None Unlocked

Current Relations: None (Lonely Fool)

Current Missions:

- Primary -

Lend a word of power to someone in need - 0/1

- Secondary -

Gain 250 Faith from the lending of the power

Gain an increase of Dominion points to 10

Extra Abilities:

Admin Menu: Locked

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Looking through the menu, he could see his status and abilities. His brows furrowed into a frown as he viewed it. Something was wrong.

"I never had a title like that in my game, starting with any dominion and faith is not part of the base game, you have to work for that!"

He continued to shake his head as he looked at the menu, slowly feeling his life draining, as he could not even open the options menu to log out. It was like the game was trolling him.

"The helmet automatically cuts out every four hours or fully turns off every twelve hours for safety reasons. I just need to wait for that amount of time!"

"This game is going in the virtual bin. Can't have this turning into an anime now, can I?"

He pushed his glasses up again as he began to walk across the sand, his entire body sweating as he let out a deep sigh.

"I need turn down these effects, or I may die!"

He complained many times as he trudged through the sands. He had no sense of bearings, as he headed in a random direction. Harsh winds howled as though to cover up his complaints.

...

Feya struggled to catch her breath as she continued walking. Each step was a struggle as she cleaned her forehead of sweat. She had been leading survivors and refugees across the desert to find any place with shelter and tools to survive.

The group she currently led had started around two thousand strong, but had dwindled down to the current 738 members which she directed at this time. Only 62 of them had weapons or weapons training, and each day brought a new disaster as they came to the south-east part of the vortex.

"Sandworms, carrion beasts and dusk seekers." She cursed each of them, her previous title meaning nearly nothing in the vortex, as everyone could do anything.

The vortex was a massive area that previously belonged to the valley of the gods. When the goddess Saleh had returned to the world, she decided that all criminals had to be sent to the vortex, exiled as punishment. It was a harsh punishment, and some thought that the demi-god had become jaded from previous wars.

"Three hundred years have passed, she is holding onto some baggage!" Feya said with spite. Feya was the previous royal princess to the empire of Celepha, but when she spoke against the goddess and her depraved discipline, she found out who was more valuable.

Goddess, or Princess?

The choice was easy to see. Feya was nothing compared to the goddess, and her life was forfeit along with any others who voiced their complaints.

"I will get these people to safety, then I will find a way out of here!"

Feya was a tall woman, roughly 5'11 with long blonde hair that seemed to be sun-kissed, freckles across her face, and lovely blue eyes that looked like deep pools of crystal water. Her figure was toned by many military exercises, as succession in her empire was down to performance, rather than gender or popularity.

"I bet my younger brother did this. To 'get rid of a problem,' as well."

She was still thinking of many issues when one of the soldiers approached, clearly distressed.

"My Queen!"he said, as he bowed with respect.

Feya shook her head.

"I'm not a queen here. Call me Feya, please."

The guard seemed to be reluctant to use her name, though he continued with his report.

"The dusk seekers are back with an archbishop leading them. They are coming to slaughter us all for questioning the authority of the goddess!"

Feya felt her lips pull back in annoyance, slowly shaking her head again.

"There is more than one god, and there is also the creator god as well! How dare they do something so evil!" She paused for a moment. "How many are coming for us?"

The guard swallowed saliva with difficulty, the spit in his throat drying up as he spoke his next words.

"Almost ten thousand soldiers."

Chapter end