I want to go back a little bit here and talk about just before I move to another world.
At that time, I was neither in the previous world nor in the world I am in.
Narrow space, should it be called a different dimension?
That's where I met God.
"Bo, Bo, I'm a god."
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The god who showed up before me wasn't very godlike.
It wasn't too windy and mediocre for God, and blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, it didn't seem smart.
However, he had the character to convince me that he was so pure and honest that he would never lie to them or anything else.
"Oh, don't you have a rice balls?
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An atmosphere that seems to create some awesome artwork or something while being fooled from around.
You're going to be summoned to another world. My dad chose you. "
"Daddy?"
"You're Zeus, the king of God in heaven."
Asking what god are you like that......
"Bo, I'm Hepastos, the god of modeling. You're good at making things."
and Mr. Hepaistos replied.
He seemed dumb but likeable. No, God.
'Until now, managing cross-world summonses has been Athena's job, hasn't it? But he hates men, and he blatantly discriminates against summoners, so you got complaints from other gods. "
I'm going to tell you something unilaterally that I'm not sure about.
If we think about it later, when we recall someone from the world we live in to the other world, there is a god who manages it, and there was a problem with that god.
'So this time experimentally, the other gods decided to give their skills to the summoner, too. You're in charge now. Yorosik'
"Nice to meet you"
When I could see the sincerity in their attitude, I had to be polite with this one.
'Well, then give you skills quickly. Hih, this is the first time I've given people skills, so I worked a little hard. Hi.'
That's how something shinier than God's hand appeared.
The light shines towards me.
"Bo, I'm a shaping god, so you weren't too clueless in creating skills. So it may be a little hard to deal with, but I'm sure you'll be fine. '
The light sucks into my chest and disappears.
Inside, I got the feeling that I and something else were well combined to fuse without boundaries.
"You want me to make the most of my" supreme bearer. "
That was the mysterious experience I saw just before I came to the other world.
From there, by the time I came to this untapped land after a cross-world summons and a glimpse with the King, I understood what that experience had been.
God gave me skills.
I don't know if the ten or so other summoners who were besides me had the same experience, but I got skills anyway.
Yet being judged "unskilled" by a cleric is a great question, but that would be a trivial question.
Now it is time for me to test the power given to me by Mr. Hepastos, the plastic god.
"Activate it, 'supreme bearer'......!
I picked up and gripped a sickle from a set of tools I had spread out on the ground.
Surrounded by hundreds of years of grass stretching all you can without people's hands.
Towards the grass, he shook a sickle.
Zan, and.
The grass was slashed and scattered simultaneously as far as it could be seen with a shovel.
Did you even get a vacuum wave out of the sickle blade? As much as it seemed, the range was hunted down dozens of times as far as it would reach on a sickle blade crossing at once.
That's not all.
Normal weeds are vital, and if you mow the grass but still have the roots, you will be resurrected tomorrow.
Yet the rest of the weed pruned by my sickle withered and withered to its roots.
"I just mowed my life......!
The immense potency that makes me want to say that.
The next thing I knew, I had a shovel.
"Again, 'the supreme bearer'. Please."
I'm going to plow the soil to use it, but I think I'm going to plow the range from here to there?
That's what I think, and I wave down the shovel.
Then something shockwave-like is released from the shock wave, running down the ground and digging back into the dirt in a straight line.
The shockwave went as far as I wanted to "plow that far" beforehand.
"... effect surface"
I no longer doubt it.
The efficacy of the "supreme bearer" given to me by Mr. Hepastos was demonstrated.
The power of my "supreme bearer" is a skill that maximizes the role of the tools in my hands!
Grab a sickle and you'll be famous for a sickle.
If you hold the bamboo, you will be famous for the bamboo.
"Supreme bearer" changes me.
I'm sure if you hold onto other tools, you'll make me a more varied master, you know.
"With this, it's easy to do pioneering work!
To Mr. Hepaistos, who gave me this handy skill, I would also like to build an altar and dedicate the rice balls.
Because I'm not sure why, but I thought that God loved rice balls.
By the way.
Why did the priests of the kingdom decide that they were "unskilled" against me for being given such a hell of a skill?
Mr Hepaistos said.
"God, who inherently manages the otherworldly reincarnation, caused problems, so I took turns"
That's what I meant.
It was irregular that Mr. Hepastos gave me the skills.
Furthermore he named the god of shaping.
People who make things into a business don't have to be conscious if they're going to make something. It's something that they want to stick to.
The resulting skill of 'supreme bearer' was created by God's earnestness to become a silo thing that no longer transcends the realm of skill.
So I guess the 'supreme bearer' I have is something beyond skill, not skill.
If you dare to name it, yes.
Shall I call it a gift?
The amazing power that God has given me.
If the power God gives man makes it a skill.
The power that God gives people is a gift.
That would be my classification of "supreme bearer".