The private medical chamber was a small part of a much larger house. It was a perfectly sterilized space, filled with advanced medical technology that left just barely enough room for a small, well-paid medical staff and their lone, extremely rich, patient to get around in.

  The air smelled of sprayable disinfectant and more powerful chemicals used to ensure that the wicked, highly infectious, disease the former president of the advanced nation had contracted did not spread to his staff. The former president himself wasn't a fan of the smell, but he put up with it, as well as the exorbitant costs of the medical staff. So far they had kept his disease from progressing so, to date at least, it was worth it.

  Currently one of the doctors who a member of the former president's medical staff was in front of the man who once led the most powerful nation in the world of Mercy. The doctor was an elf, and even among his race, his command of healing magic was first-class. There was a grim look on the elf's face. He opened a pencil-thin mouth and began to speak.

  "Mr. President... We'll have no way of knowing if it's true for about a week. We need to perform a biopsy to know for sure." The elf informed the man. The former president, a half-orc with vivid green skin, sighed and made eye contact with the doctor.

  "Ansel... Can you tell me what you think? Do you think I might actually be cured?" The half-orc asked. There was a tone of something indistinct in the man's voice. A mixture of emotions, fear, hope, and other slyer emotions. Ansel looked him in the eyes and spoke, speaking as both a doctor and a friend.

  "Mr. President... I am not here to look to witchcraft for answers. Even the witchcraft of a self-proclaimed god. I will not defer to rumors and assertions. I must have answers. I can tell you want to believe, and sir, I don't blame you, but you employ my clinic because we're the best. And part of being the best means relying on testing and evidence." The elf said. His words were harsh, but there was a tone of softness in his voice.

  A part of the elf also wanted to believe that the former president was indeed healed. The elf didn't care for believing in gods or goddesses, but he did indeed care for the former president as both a patient and as a friend. If this god could heal the former president and his advanced illness then the elf hoped that he, that "Althos" had done so. But mere minutes had passed since the announcement flared into the minds of the entire world, and no one in the city of Oakvale knew for sure if it was true this early.

  I was born in a solar system that extended billions of kilometers in every direction. In total there were seven planets in the solar system I lived in. Torus was the fifth furthest planet from the sun, and each planet had an abundance of life.

  In ascending order of distance from the sun the planets in the solar system were Anthem, Salifinos, Mercy, Retribution, Torus, Rhylth, and Haxor. Each of these planets had a peculiar quirk to them.

  Anthem was the first planet in all of existence wherein every single inhabitant became a worshiper of mine. It was made up mostly of elementals, a type of spirit that was composed entirely of one of the four basic elements, and they recognized me as an elemental overlord which caused them to immediately begin to worship me. Elementals were not very intelligent or very independent.

  The few mortals on the planet also began to worship me as a god of mercy and kindness. The undead on the planet also immediately fell under my sway, and they uniformly consisted of basic types of undead such as skeletons, zombies, and ghouls.

  Salifinos was the second planet from the sun. This planet's quirk was that the ancient war between abominations and mortals never ended here. The planet was divided almost evenly between eldritch abominations and mortals and the two factions were in an open state of warfare. This planet's abominations had eagerly and subserviently turned to me as a figure of worship, intrigued by my indiscriminate nature. I intended to turn my full attention here soon and aid one side or the other.

  Mercy was a planet with an odd name. FIttingly this planet had no undead lifeforms on it. It was a planet that lacked significant magic. There was magic on Mercy, but it was limited to the world's elves. This planet possessed a healthy amount of technology, including objects like cars, planes, and things called robots, and this planet was also one of the ones that intrigued me.

  Retribution was a planet that was perpetually close to Mercy. It was a small planet, the smallest planet in the entire solar system. This planet also had the most magic in the entirety of the solar system, and my ability to detect conflicts informed me that the people of Retribution did not like the people of Mercy or their inventions. I stored that bit of trivia away, knowing that I'd have use for it at some point in the future.

  Torus was my home planet. I have spent virtually my entire life here.

  Rhylth was a quiet, desert planet. It was the only planet in the solar system that had less than five ecosystems. It had deserts and oceans and nothing else. This planet was inhabited entirely by giants and by animals.

  Haxor was the largest planet in the solar system. It consisted of two gigantic continents and both were inhabited by evolved animals, creatures like centaurs, driders, and manbats.

  I was receiving billions of prayers and reading them inflated my sense of self-worth. It brought a big grin to my face to hear members of both sides of a war pray to me and beg for my aid or to hear enemies beg for my intervention, to aid them and stop someone else who was praying to me for the exact same thing.

  Hours after I had healed the peoples of the solar system I had received a number of interesting prayers. They were also very different from the prayers of Torunians.

  I took a second to mull over the contents of the billions of prayers I had received. My mind felt... faster than before, something which made it easier for me to take a second and read over the prayers I had received.

  Physically I hadn't left my tower and I was currently in it, alone. The angels I had recruited earlier had introduced themselves to me, and I ordered them to settle into homes I had constructed using civilization-domain abilities over an hour ago.

  The chamber I was in was silent and I liked that. I appreciated my island home gaining more settlers, especially living settlers, but I also liked parts of it being mine and thus being empty. This gave me a space to sit in solitude, which I figured was a dramatic sight, but also something that was necessary for gods.

  In the process of spreading my religion across the solar system, I had gained sextillions of worshipers. I didn't doubt that I had enough followers that I could now focus on gaining the second tier of influence over an assortment of domains and subdomains.

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  The problem, and what I was thinking about, was that many of my new worshipers worshiped me as a god of healing and little, if anything, else. This was of course my fault and something I accepted as ultimately logical on the part of my worshipers, but I was more than that.

  What I hoped to gain from pondering how to advance forward were some ideas on how to gain more power. "I suppose what I could do is become a darker god on other worlds... I could easily use the world of Salifinos as a way to gain power over the apocalypse domains, and the other, less friendly domains and subdomains." I told myself, feeling the temptation of using these distant worlds as ways to gain power over the darker domains I had influence over.

  As I thought about that I heard distant cheers in the back of my mind. I could tell some domains were applauding what I was considering doing. I ignored them, aside from huffing quietly in annoyance. That said, it was tempting to tailor my actions to the worlds I was influencing.

  "This way I can become more than a god of healing. Since Salifinos is already at war and has been for eons, I can use that to my advantage. I don't really like the idea of experimenting freely with my darker powers on Torus, but in Salifinos?" I muttered, beginning to truly consider it.

  I intended to become omniscient and omnipotent. And the way the acquisition of powers had worked to date that would necessitate me performing countless atrocities across the cosmos. At various points in my life, I had thought about this simple fact and inched closer and closer to fully accepting it.

  "If powers are earned and not given, then the only possible way I can gain every power is by becoming a balanced god. For every act of benevolence, an equally cruel act must be performed. And I've performed many acts of benevolence..." I whispered, mulling over the strange ways morality and power meshed and clashed for gods.

  This frustrated me, as it meant that focus on any particular morality ultimately punished gods, which didn't make sense. That said, I didn't have the power to change that at my current level of strength. So instead, I decided to adapt to the realities I lived in.

  "I suppose I must do my best with the cards I have been given..." I whispered, accepting what I'd have to do to acquire more power. I wondered, for a second, if this was an aspect of my neutrality rearing its head and aiding me so that I could acquire more power. I mulled that over, while beginning to move towards enacting change in the world of Salifinos.

  I idly reached out to the world of Salifinos with my mind and targeted the world's mortals. As powerful as I had become with regards to every domain and subdomain I possessed influence over, I still had some annoying restrictions on my powers.

  I quietly and remotely manipulated the air, as I now possessed the power to do that remotely, to target about 4 in every ten mortals on the planet. I willed the air itself to forcefully smack these mortals, hard enough to inflict a single point of damage on them. I grinned when I heard the chuckle of the subdomain of pain. That said, I had a greater purpose for doing this.

  The damage was felt by my foes instantly and opened them up to one of my powers: my ability to inflict diseases on distant targets. This was still a restriction I suffered from, and it greatly annoyed me, but now that I had met it I could begin to have some fun.

  Perhaps the best part of gaining powers over diseases before I went on worldwide healing-sprees was that I gained power over every disease I healed. This led to me possessing a formidable arsenal of disease-based weaponry that I could unleash on my foes. And that fact was a fun one, for me at least. I suspected it wouldn't be for my enemies: the mortals of Salifinos.

  I spent a few moments selecting a range of diseases, most of which weren't that deadly but would force those who contracted them to be placed on bed rest. As I did so, I considered forcing every mortal to be put on bed rest, but then I realized that I liked the idea of my warriors clashing with the mortals of Salifinos.

  The world presented me with an opportunity to satiate the bloodlust my undead felt, and for me to gain greater powers over the subdomain of necromancy. I figured if I was gonna go full apocalypse, and frankly, I had little reason not to do so, I might as well fully embrace it.

  I inflicted the diseases I had selected on the mortals I had hurt and felt the sicknesses take hold almost immediately. I chuckled as my domain-sense lit up, and as I received notifications alerting me to the millions of mortals now suffering from the sicknesses I had handpicked.

  I reached out across the cosmos with my mind and targeted every abomination on Salifonos. As I did so I prepared a pair of notifications. I spent a few moments working on them to get to really stress how powerful I was, how apocalyptic my powers were, and the darker domains I had power over. If I was going to be seen as evil, I might as well attempt to be seen as evilly as I could be.

  Darkness was steadily making its way across the territory controlled by the gug tribe that Luthor led. They lived in an open plain, one that was devoid of trees or even much life other than the gugs themselves.

  Althos was swift, and mere moments after the tribe and the other abominations throughout the planet received the pair of notifications he had handcrafted for them, black portals appeared not far outside of the camps, towns, or rarely the cities that the abominations called home throughout the planet. The black portals were enormous, stretching ominously into the sky.

  The terrifying portal that appeared not far from Luthor's tribe's camp was still for a few moments, and it was also quiet aside from the gentle, humming sounds of ambient magical energy. It was still just long enough for scouts to appear and prepare themselves for what they suspected it would do. Almost as immediately as it had appeared, it began to spew out nightmarish undead monsters.

  Monsters began to step through the portal, skeletons, ghouls, zombies, as well as creatures that were altogether more frightening. The creatures that stepped out of the portal and into their new home were clearly undead monsters but unlike when Althos launched his nearly mindless horde at the reptilefolk encampment this legion was armed and armored.

  Each corporeal undead that Althos had ordered through the portal near Luthor's tribe wore light armor and held some sort of weapon. Most held swords made of solidified darkness, but some held spears made of solidified light, or even maces that were little more than clumps of metals attached to wooden shafts.

  Incorporeal undead, terrifying things like shadows, wraiths, and ghosts, flew out of the portal. They screamed, wailed, or just moaned as they did so and filled the area with terrifying noises.

  The undead that stepped through the portal had a range of body types. Some of them were small, and had clearly been dwarves or gnomes in life. Others were medium in size, and had probably come from orcs, humans, or elves. The largest were horrifying things like driders, giants, and even gugs.

  Luthor's scouts saw this and gasped in shock and awe. They stared at the sight of their alien kinsmen and the undead states the massive beast-like creatures were in.

  The undead, for their role in all of this, ignored the scouts and instead marched silently towards their mission: to destroy a community of mortals, and thus secure the second tier of influence over the necromancy subdomain for their wicked master.

  Luthor himself was squatting over a firepit inside the tribal encampment. His multi-armed limbs were near the blazing fire and he was eagerly soaking in the ambient warmth the fire radiated. The massive monster was the biggest member of the tribe he led, and he was lost in thought.

  The beast-like abomination's thoughts were centered on his new god. Luthor, as a reward for his humility, had been bestowed with the cleric class and he was currently mentally praising his new master.

  All Luthor wished for was to exterminate the mortals that lived throughout Salifinos, and the massive monster was happy that his divine master felt the same way. The abomination was so overwhelmed by joy that he hadn't even given much thought to the fact that Althos had initially healed all life on Salifinos, including the monster's hated foes.

  His fellow tribespeople were equally overjoyed but they were demonstrating that in a different way. The gugs were celebrating their new, cruel master by beating their human prisoners. All around Luthor the sounds of violence could be heard. Pained screams, the sounds of gigantic fists pummeling small bodies, and bestial roars from the gug's kin, filled the air.

  Luthor, barely aware of the actions of his kin, was in a trance-like state as he communed with his god and profusely thanked Althos for choosing to aid the abominations. Althos was not interested in replying, and instead, what little attention he paid to Salifinos was fully focused on a single task: directing his undead legions across the planet to successfully attack and destroy communities of mortals, especially humanoid ones.

  The god was mentally aware of the actions of his followers, as they surged across the planet and marched towards countless communities on the frontlines of the war.