God of Systems: Maker of Heroes and Villains

Keith drew the diagrams once again and this time, he used the gold bars to draw straight lines. It took him a while to make sure that the diagram was perfect but unlike before there were a few changes. Instead of chalk, he used his blood to draw the diagram directly on the floor.

The diagram looked the same as before, an equilateral triangle that had equal sides and a circle that touched all three corners of the triangle. The triangle was inside the circle.

Keith grabbed a silver chalice and placed it at the center before letting his blood drip into it. He waited for a few seconds and then took a deep breath. He turned to look at the gold bars near him and sighed, "I need more containers."

He used his handkerchief to stop the blood flow before walking out of the room. He made sure to lock the door behind him and then walked downstairs before asking the waiters for some drinking cups, which they gave without any hesitation when they saw a Barom note in his hand.

With the containers acquired, he rushed back into his room and got back to work. he emptied the contents of the silver chalice into one of the drinking cups before he used a knife to cut up the wound once again, determined to fill up every single container with his blood.

Minutes passed and once he was done, he felt slightly dizzy since he had already given up a lot of blood a few minutes earlier for the sake of Clara. He shook his head and used his handkerchief to stop the blood flow before closing his eyes.

With a deep sigh, he opened his eyes and placed six containers along the sides of the triangle and one at the center before he began to stack the gold bricks on them.

The six containers supported three bricks, forming a golden triangle and on top of this triangle, Keith made another triangle but this time, it was a reverse triangle, making the thing look like a starfish with six limbs from top.

This was to give it a better stability and Keith continued to make another layer using three more gold bricks before descending the last brick, the tenth brick into the hole that was formed from the three layers of triangles.

Tenth brick gently rested on the cup in the middle and Keith carefully brought his hand out.

'Alright, since I have so much gold this time, I should be able to form a connection with the god of trades.' he thought, recalling the list of true gods that he had seen before coming to this world.

God of trades was a true god, independent of human actions unlike the God of money. Every single atom in the universe partook in the exchange of ions, electrons, energy, etc. All these exchanges were basically trades in their purest forms and Keith wanted to eliminate the middleman in the trade, who was the god of money, Mammon.

This wasn't because he "knew" something. No, it was because he had a theory in his mind that made way more sense than what he had read directly in the novel.

The novel said that the ritual belonged to the money god mammon and using this ritual, one could give their money to mammon and ask for anything in return.

Keith on the other hand knew that this wasn't how things were supposed to go as human dependent gods couldn't help people with things they don't have control over.

And in Mammon's case, there was no way he could grant luck or anything other than money to people. It was all bogus, a well crafted plan to scam people.

'Well, Red Snow also showed me the summoning diagram for god of trades and it was extremely similar to this one.' he thought and looked at the diagram with a smirk on his face.

With his index finger, he rubbed the circle and made a hole in the diagram before using his blood to make a pathway from the hole towards himself.

Once he was done, he smiled with a satisfied expression on his face as he looked at the hourglass like diagram. One end had the ritual diagram while the other was just empty. Find more to read on empireNôv(el)B\\jnn

Keith silently sat on the empty side and closed his eyes as he bowed down, his head touching the floor. He then opened his mouth and began chanting.

"Oh great overseer of trades, I humbly give you this gold and blood. Please grant me enhanced luck for the day." he said, his body immediately going stiff the moment he finished speaking.

The gold in front of him began to melt and drop into the containers. Miraculously, the blood in the container did not spill when the gold fell into it and instead, it began to evaporate instead. The melted gold also only flowed into the containers and didn't even touch the ground.

On the other side, Keith was still, with his head still on the ground but his skin began to turn extremely red and slowly there was formation of cracks on it.

By the time the gold had completely melted, Keith's skin was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a small amount of ash around him.

The gold in the cups began to boil like water while holding onto it's color instead of turning bright orange. Seconds quickly passed and the golden liquid in the containers slowly began to decrease in volume.

Five minutes passed and as Keith was doing his best to keep his mouth shut, he heard a voice deep inside his consciousness.

"A fellow divine being. Good."

As the voice echoed in his mind, a new layer of skin began to grow rapidly, overly efficient compared to his SSS grade regeneration.

The pain was still present, so Keith began to bang the floor with his balled fists, trying to push out the pain and frustration that he felt a few seconds ago.

"Oh god.... oh my fucking god, that hurt like crazy." he muttered and suddenly saw something glint under the bed.