AntiGod: The Odyssey Of God

She offered me some green tea and crackers of some kind.

I expected the flavor to be lacking compared to my old world since that’s typically how it goes in manga, but surprisingly they were delicious. Welp. There goes my chance to introduce good food. And with how pretty these girls have been, I guess moisturizer is off the table.

{Not that he knew how to make those anyways.}

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, Akuma. How did you find yourself in this world?”

*Sip

Don’t call me weird, but taking a long sip of tea before a lengthy explanation was always on my bucket list.

I explained to her everything that happened to me thus far. And I mean everything. I even told her about the whole “Michael situation.”

“Yeah. That’s about everything.”

“Wooow… You really ran from an Asura?”

*Sip

“Eh? You better believe I ran. That guy was impossible.”

“But…you’re the antigod. And you even have Michael. Y’know I could’ve sworn you were stronger than that. A shame.”

*Sip

(How is it that everyone can find a way to piss me off so easily? AND I KNOW YOU TOOK THAT SIP OF TEA ON PURPOSE!!)

“Whatever do you mean, Lady Sanzang?” I asked while showing a bright, fake smile.

“You’re as weak as a goldish.” she answered while showing a similar fake smile.

(Ehehehe… I’m gonna kil her.)

“I was under the impression that you knew Enlightenment… No. I know for a fact that you have it. So why not use it?”

“I don’t know what this enlightenment is, but I had a question for you.”

“Hmm?”

“I hadn’t realized it until now, but how is it that you know English? Does it have anything to do with that maid girl?”

“Hmm... No. Nothing to do with her… I’m sure you’ve realized it by now but I’m a member of the royal family of Tang. And as the princess of the previous king, I was taught the language of the gods at a young age.”

*SLAM!

For some reason Akuma was so excited hearing that, that he jolted out his seat.

Naturally, this made Sanzang a bit worried. In a shaky voice she asked:

“U-Um. Is everything okay...?”

“…”

She didn’t receive a response but she noticed his hands shivering. It made her even more worried. She questioned if maybe it was something she said.

“Uh… Aku-”

“Did I really get Isekai’d during a power struggle?! O.MG. I’m so ready for this!”

“…”

“…”

“Umm… What are you talking about?”

“...Well, you’re a girl... and girls don’t normally become rulers…”

“I mean I guess that’s true but what does that have to do with a power struggle?”

“Do you not have any enemies?”

“Umm… None that I can think of.”

“…So let me get this straight. Zero dirty nobles that want to assassinate you?”

“Zero.”

“Huh…This place is lame.”

“WELL, YOU CAN ALWAYS LEAVE!!”

“Tuh. Don’t gotta tell me twice. Once I get O.P I might just nuke this place off the map. Hell. I might just blow the sun to smithereens while I’m at it.”

“…I’m gonna take a guess and assume you don’t get much love from your family, huh?”

“Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyways, who is Tripitaka? I heard those baldies call you that earlier.”

“Oh that? Mm… How do I explain this simply… The people of this kingdom can be split into two groups: the regular folks and the monks -our trained fighters.”

“So then are all monks a Tripitaka?”

“Nope. Monks are categorized into one of four classes:

Seed – Given to children under the age of ten.

Bud – If a child can endure training until ten years of age, they receive the honor of shaving their heads.

Sapling – These are monks deemed gifted and can begin their walk down the path of Buddha.

Lastly, we have the highest rank monks. Alder – Given only to the monks who have reached ‘stage 1’ of enlightenment. They also get their first Tamashi.”

(There’re stages to that nonsense? Must be a symbolic thing.)

“So, every Alder rank monk is called Tripitaka?”

“Nope… just me.”

(You annoying little- She’s doing that on purpose isn’t she)

{She is.}

“Alders who show exceptional growth are asked to deploy on a voyage through seven realms. Of course, you’re free to decline the offer, but it’s said that any who can survive this trip will return with ‘stage 2’ of enlightenment. And will be hailed as ‘the Tripitaka.’”

“Hot damn. You must be one hell of a monk. I assume that accomplishment came with permission to grow out your hair?”

“Yep! And not to pat my own horn, but I’m something of a prodigy.”

(Yeah right. “Not to pat my own horn” my ass.)

“To tell you the truth, I almost died a couple times on that journey. I’m glad I had Monkey with me. Of course, I can’t forget Piggy and Sandy.”

“…Monkey? Like the animal?”

*Sip

“Something like that.”

“Hmm. One more thing. Since this is a foreign land and everything, can you tell me more about this land? Or can you just show me a world map or something?”

“Hehe. I expected this, so I brought my own world map…”

I watched as she pulled out a massive sized map out her back pocket like magic. The damn thing was bigger than her. And she was bigger than me!

“In total, the planet of Gaia has four continents:

Kukizer: Home to the kingdom of Troy and the Seventh Trumpet.

Knossos: Home to the Nensects and ruled by the ferocious Ao Shi Xia.

Brizzark: Home to the mighty kindom of Camelot, and the Dwarves ruled over by Ivan the Twinkle-star.

Then Sparta, the continent we reside on: Home to the Bushin and Tang Kingdoms.

We used to be at war with each other but now we’re peaceful.

There’s also the underwater H.A.N.D Frontier: Which mostly serves as a base for the “Four Saints of Qishi Lu...

…If you care about Sparta’s smaller nations then there’s:

Amazonia, The land of women.

Ceprun, The forsaken domain, completely overrun by Nephilim.

And of course, there’s the thousands of irrelevant islands littered across the world.

…Now onto the important matter...”

Once again, I watched as she stuffed a map bigger than her, in her back pocket. Wait, does she even have pockets? Do kimonos come with those? I’m freaking out right now.

“…You remember that maid I accidently killed to save you… Well…she’s kinda the youngest daughter of the current Trojan King…”

“Er? I-Isn’t that gonna cause… you know… A WAR?”

“Yeeeaah… We. Are. Fucked…”

“HOW COULD YOU BE SUCH AN IDIOT?!!”

“IF I DIDN’T DO WHAT I DID, YOU WOULD BE SIX FEET UNDER!! YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME!!”

“I just got here, and I already caused so much trouble because of you.”

“Look at the bright side. We’ll only have to kill a few gods and maybe some demons.”

“We get to kill gods?”

“Calm down boy. The gods who-ugh… Umm- why do you care more about that part? You know, sometimes you sound just like those gods.”

“Hmph. Naturally. I am God you know.”

“…”

“…”

“You’re God?”

“Yep”

“Not a God. The God?”

“Yep!”

"..."

A moment of silence came upon us as she stared deeply into my eyes. Then she scoffed:

“…Sureee you are.”

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”

“YOU’RE A DAMN FRAUD THAT’S WHAT!! ‘I am God’ MY ASS. I BET YOU THOUGHT YOU SOUNDED SOOO COOL TOO, HUH? WELL, YOU DIDN’T!!”

“WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! IT’S SOUNDING LIKE YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME!! HUH?!”

“Yeah right, you wish... Anyway... Rest up. We have a big day tomorrow.”

At this point she had already got up and was heading in the direction of the rooms. I guess she must’ve got scared of my true power and chickened off. Tuh. Baldie.

“What’s happening tomorrow?”

“Your power will be a great asset in the upcoming war, and I think I know how to draw it out.”

“Are you teaching me some godly power or something?”

While turning to face me, she wore an expression that radiated smugness.

“Fu-Fu. Quite the opposite. You’ll be walking the path of Buddha.”

“…*Sigh. This world is so lame.”

“I know right- Wait what? Don’t you mean cool?”

*Sip

“No.”