And so, in order to get an answer, I decided to ask a friend. As I had begun to do quite often, I chose to ask the system about things I was curious about.

"Hey, can you define "religion" and "faith" for me? I want to begin to think about how to organize the faith that I am planning for the goblins to have in me." I asked the system, explaining my intentions to it as well. The system"s rigid definitions came half a second later.

[Religion: A particular system of faith and worship. Also, religion itself is the belief in and worship of a supremely powerful ent.i.ty, most commonly a G.o.d, G.o.ddesses, or G.o.ds or G.o.ddesses.

Faith: Strong belief in one"s religion based on spiritual experiences and/or opinions rather than or sometimes in addition to naturalistic proof.

These words are used somewhat interchangeably but the truth is that one of them, faith, is more personal and tailored to the individual while religion refers to the grander beliefs of a particular system of beliefs.

As a deity, you can design religions, share information about them with followers, and they center their faiths around you as well as around those religions. When you are fully powered you"ll gain the ability to upload religion-centric information directly into the minds of your worshipers. You can design holidays, give them values to live by and create rituals they are to perform to please you.

It"s worth noting, however, that while you may design religions you"d like to see built around yourself if you have meaningful interactions with mortals they may design their own peculiar religions centered around you.] The system patiently explained, giving me a lot to mull over.

"I"d like to see how an organic religion sprung around me looks one day, but for now I should do my best to guide my followers in a general direction shouldn"t I? That"d be the most efficient route anyway." I muttered to myself, as I began to see the building I was heading towards in the distance.

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I was heading towards a peculiar looking building. Even lost in my thoughts the strange-looking edifice stood out to me. The thing was made of wood which was radiating a smoke-like substance but one that was made up of air and light from across the light spectrum. It took me a few moments to actually notice it, but once I saw the smoke-like aura that surrounded the building it drew my gaze.

The diversely-colored substance that roiled off of the building intrigued my curiosity. As I studied it, the system opted to speak up of its own volition.

[Althos, what you are seeing is magical energy. It"s ambient and stale, as it"s little more than leftover residue from the arcane processes that are a part of alchemy.] The system informed me, causing my eyes to open in shock.

"Alchemy involves magic?" I asked, surprised that this appeared to be the case. As I spoke to my ally my feet brought me closer and closer to the strange building.

[Yes it does! Alchemical potions are magical in nature. You"ll learn more soon enough.] My friend said to me, as I drew close enough to the alchemical hut to knock on its front door.

The door in front of me was made of thick, blood-red wood. It stood several meters tall and almost as wide. It was an imposing sight, but not one that deterred me. I drew closer to the door and readied myself to pound on it with my thick fists.

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I pounded the door thrice with my closed fists. I rose them up and brought them to the door that stood between me and my quest for the day. Each time I pounded the door I banged it harder and longer than the last.

My fists slammed hard against the solid wood. I felt a twinge of pain stab through my hands and grimaced as I felt my bones rattle in response to the jarring blow. And then I heard a low chuckle emanate from the other side of the door. The chuckle lasted for a few seconds before a quiet voice greeted me.

"h.e.l.lo, I am Doctor Cortes." The voice said, coming through the door. It greeted me with a polite and brief self-introduction. The mysterious doctor had an aloof and distant-sounding voice, not "Distant-sounding" in the charming sense, but "distant-sounding" in the sense that made me question if Dr. Cortes lived sort of reality Doctor Cortes live in.

Silence fell over the area just outside and just inside the door. Neither Doctor Cortes, no I spoke for a solid two minutes.

"Well?" Doctor Cortes eventually asked, his voice carrying out of the door and towards me. I sighed and responded to the strange fellow.

"Doctor Cortes, I am Althos. I am a newcomer and an adventurer, and I took on your quest. I"m here to help you make some potions!" I declared, boldly stating my name and purpose.

There was a brief second of silence. And then the door inched open. "Come on through! I"ve been waiting for someone to help me." That same voice from before whispered to me, beckoning me beyond the door it had just opened for me.

"Alright... here we go." I muttered to myself, as I took my first, careful steps through the barely opened door.

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Beyond the door, the first thing I noticed wasn"t a sight or a sound. It was a smell. An odd smell.

Whatever I was smelling had an att.i.tude and a large presence. The smell was strong and it flooded my nostrils and convinced me to keep my mouth shut so as to not taste it.

The next thing I noticed were the sights that revealed themselves to me when I walked in. The room I found myself in after walking through the door I had used to enter the building was a simple hallway, but an incredibly long one.

It was, beyond the shadow of a doubt an impossibly large hallway for the building it occupied, and I sighed and accepted this, accepting that I was in the presence of an unusual individual.

The walls that surrounded me and stretched forward an incredible distance, were made of thick, treated wood. They were a remarkable shade of bright brown and lit up the hallway.

This hallway also contained numerous doors on my right and my left, and the doors on both sides of me were all the same gigantic size. They each loomed intimidatingly as if they could look down on me. I studied them for a second before opening my mouth to speak.

It was at that moment that I realized something. This was likely designed to be a test of some sort. I took a look at my minimap. I saw him, Doctor Cortes, and he was close. But now that I was armed with knowledge I felt secure. So I decided to perform a minor deception.

"Doctor Cortes, I am looking for you. Please guide me to your location." I said, allowing my voice explode out of my lungs and fly forth, hoping that the strange doctor would allow me to go to him and fall for my ruse.

"Althos! Yes, yes, enter the first door on your right if you would be so kind." The voice asked of me, informing me of its location from relatively closeby. I easily obeyed it, walking over and then through the door. On the other side of the door, which was lighter than one might have expected, was a series of laboratory equipment and a strange-looking man.

This man stood around a meter tall. He wore a lab coat and had goggles on. There was a messy shock of white hair atop his head, and he had a full white beard. He was facing me and had a big grin on his face as he studied me.

"Why h.e.l.lo there." He said, greeting me now that the two of us were face to face. I nodded politely at him, and he nodded back.

I walked forward and extended a hand towards the man, making clear my intentions to shake his hand. He looked at me, and though I couldn"t see them I had no doubt that he wasn"t a fan of physical interaction I was attempting to initiate, because he willingly made himself smaller, recoiling back from my hand.

"No! I don"t want to touch someone." He said, speaking up for a moment. His surprised voice was loud and it carried further than one might a.s.sume it would have given Cortes" size. He kept his eyes firmly locked on my hand until I retracted the thing, deftly and neutrally. I even went all out and put my arm behind my back. Once it was out of his sight, he turned his gaze towards me.

He took the measure of me once more, taking time to study me after seeing how I neutrally extracted my hand from his sight. He nodded at me again, a smile beginning to emerge on his face.

"Well now, I suppose you want to know what"s going on don"t you Althos?" The kooky old alchemist muttered. When he said that I turned to him, my eyes fell on his, and I nodded.

"What"s going on, my new friend and accomplice, is that you are witnessing alchemy! Though I know you don"t know how to articulate precisely what"s going on, that"s fine. This is your first day after all." The man told me, speaking as if I had just accepted or been accepted into an apprenticeship.

For a moment I considered demanding a real explanation. But then I decided to smile and go along with this. For now. If I truly valued knowledge, entertaining the eccentricities of an old scholar and experimenter in a field I didn"t know much about would probably prove invaluable in guiding me to true, hidden knowledge.

"Well in that case... Doctor," I replied, unsure of how to speak to the kooky medical professional. "I look forward to learning what you have to teach." I said, speaking obsequiously.

As odd as this was, it was a lot better than going out and killing something. So I could tolerate this. For a time, anyway.