The Unnamed God. I'm really Not a God You Guys!

****(POV) 

As I feel my blade cutting through my opponent's neck, I can only think of one thing. This is boring. So boring! This is what happens when one challenges the Lunar Goddess's champion. 

I hear the screams of terror. My victim's followers are now crying and trying to run away. They were so cocky just a few moments ago. Yet now, they are pissing themselves in fear. Such are humans. 

Extremely proud until something bad happens. The strong ones have better control over themselves, but it doesn't matter much. There is only one truth in this world, strength rules all. Anyone that contests this truth is nothing but a fool. 

How long has it been since I've left the Moon Keep? I'm not sure, but I've realized something. Armies won't win this God war. The reason is simple too. It is so easy to corrupt someone. Betrayals are everywhere. 

Some are running away from me, but some are kneeling and clamoring that they want to serve me. Talk about convenient! Their master just died, and they already decided to change sides.

"Here, your reward for your loyal service." 

I create hundreds of blades out of mana and send them all flying toward them, skewering them all. Bright blood flows and soon gets sucked in by the surrounding soil. That is the secret of this world, it is thirsty for blood. 

Good thing I happen to be very proficient at spilling it. I still remember how before I was using a physical sword. Not anymore. Well, I still carry one since I am a swordsman. But I barely ever use it. 

I figured out a way to become stronger. Before, I had been cultivating according to the law of the old world, but now I know. Here mana is king. 

Cultivators accumulate energy in their Dantian to show great prowess. Here this isn't necessary. Mana is everywhere. It is up for grabs. The beauty of it is that this method is actually easier and better than the one I was using. 

The day I figured that out, I couldn't sleep for a month. I kept practicing over and over. All until I could create an ethereal sword volley and control it all at my will. 

That is why an army is a waste of time and effort. I actually encountered one recently. I'm not even sure which one it was. They insisted I surrender to them, as if! 

I killed about a hundred of them before getting surrounded. Just as they were celebrating getting rid of me, I left on a flying sword. I still remember their shocked faces, haha! 

Then I came back and killed them all to the very last. Reminding a lowly weakling of their places in the world is great. There is no issue with being arrogant and tyrannical, but one needs to have the strength to back it up. 

Now, this is my issue. I am unable to become stronger. I think I've reached the equivalent of the peak of rank 4 by this world's standards. I feel as if this very universe is blocking my progression. It's hard to explain. 

That's why I'm here, in fact. In the distance, I can see the shadow of a city. This place is very peculiar in this world. The god governing it is missing. They are not even sure of the name of their own deity. 

Some call it the Bookkeeper, others the All-Devouring-Worm, some the Four-eyed deity. When I heard about it, I couldn't hide my shock. How did such a weird sect survive to this day?! 

It turns out that they are similar to Eaglevein. They let anyone in, and they are famous for their libraries. Furthermore, they are extremely poor. 

Anyone could easily enslave them all, but it would mean facing the wrath of most of the righteous faction. It simply isn't worth it. I'm here to research. 

At the gates, some people frown as they see me. Well, it's probably because they've seen me slaughter a bunch of people. A guard even goes: 

"There is no fighting in this city! If you can't respect that, then—"

"I understand. How about you shut up and let me through? You don't want to make an enemy out of me." 

I smile at him, and I see him shudder. Then he lowers his gaze and opens the gate to let me through. He's lucky I'm not cutting his heads off for his offense. 

Inside, the ambiance is weird. People are laughing, chatting, and moving about with their business. 

At first, I'm puzzled, but then I figure it out. These guys are faking. They look unburdened by the outside world, but I can see it in their faces. 

There is exhaustion, there is fear, and there is plenty of stress. I bet every night they have nightmares about getting invaded. From time to time, I can see one praying at a statue—these fools. 

That is why one should train until they control their own destiny. They disgust me—weak worms crawling on the ground, hoping that they will be spared. 

I'm starting to doubt that I'll find an answer here. I want to know how to break the barrier to rank 5. These people know nothing about strength. This is obviously a wasted trip. 

I reach the core of this city. There stands a huge library. There are guards there, collecting gold for access. I glare at them until they fall to their knees. 

Then I simply walk forward. I hear guards assemble, but then a man wearing a brown robe comes forward. He seems old and to have some pull around here. 

"All of you are dismissed. I'll take care of this guest." 

The soldiers grumble but obey, nonetheless. The man just saved their lives. They should be glad. 

"Hello there, I am a librarian of this place. May I assist you?" 

"Do you have any information on reaching rank 5?" 

He sighs before gesturing for me to follow him. 

"We do have some, but we cannot differentiate the truths from fiction. It has been centuries since a being as strong appeared in this world after all. I'm afraid it will be nothing more than childish stories. Still, who knows. I believe a genius such as you may glean inspiration from it."

He already made sure to lower my expectations and to praise me in one go. This man may be weak, but at least he has a good head on his shoulders. 

The inside is both incredibly full and empty at the same time. There are tons of books and close to no one. 

"Why is it so desolated?" 

I can't help but ask curiously. 

"People won't travel in such troubled days just to visit some useless library." 

He gives a self-deprecating smile before continuing. 

"Well, most people." 

That's when he points to a young scholarly-looking man. He looks somewhat refined. 

Except, there is something weird about him. Why is he just standing there daydreaming?!