Power of Creation

Chapter 1

Creation Magic.

Creation?

Thats what it says, creation.

That cannot be The priest in robes is taking several steps back and shaking his head. You lie!

This is the exchange of words I experience after i was brought into another world. I was simply sitting in my chair, reading sexy rape stories on an online board, when suddenly a white light enveloped my vision.

I suddenly found myself falling on my butt, and the world around me has changed into a medieval fantasy setting. There is a king sitting on the throne, watching me intently, and a priest, standing in front of me with his arms up in the air like he is splitting the sea.

Having already been worked up sexually from reading naughty translations, my sight immediately falls on who I perceive to be the Kings wife and daughter. While the King himself is a pudgy old man, his wife is easily half his age, only in her mid-thirties, although her sexy smooth skin makes her look like she could be in her twenties. She has very large breasts that nearly pop out of her dress, and they are pleasant to look at. Her daughter looks more like a younger sister and appears to be somewhere in her teens.

As I stare at the two sexy women, who are actually holding each other fearfully as they curiously look down at me, they become flustered and turn away with blushes. A second later I become concerned that I might have an erection, and when I glance down, I am shocked to find that not only is my dick at full mast, but I am also completely naked, giving these two women a good look at my privates, spread open as they are.

The priest is looking down at my erection with a raised eyebrow. The King is giving me a stiff look, clearly a little bothered that I am exposing myself to his wife and daughter.

Immediately, I start thinking about covering myself. Why would this world dump me here naked? I need to have clothes on! That is a given expectation for any isekai novel. As soon as the thoughts enter my head, there is a bright light which covers my body, hiding my nudity. A second later, I realize I have become completely clothed.

It is a pretty cool setup of clothing. It looks exactly like the cosplay adventurer outfit I'd have worn if I ever had the time, money, or energy to assemble something like this. I thought that maybe it had teleported in a bit late, but its better late than never. It seems like the god of this world is a bit lazy. However, the priest looks as surprised as I am to see clothing suddenly appear from nowhere.

This is how my introduction to another world was. The priest immediately explains the standard story I have come to expect from other world novels. Its the story of a demon realm, a country in jeopardy, and a hero summoned to the other world.

Do I get your daughter if I beat the demon lord? I joke to break the ice.

It really is intended as a joke, but the wife suddenly holds her daughter away like I'm naked again, even though the daughter has shown a slight look of interest. The King puts on a dark expression, seeming to lack all humor, and the priest shakes his head angrily with a twist of his mouth.

Ah, no, that kind of thing The kingdom will support you, but you are here to help us, chosen by the gods. It is your duty to protect us, not our duty to support you.

What the hell is that about? It seems like this world has no shame when it comes to summoning. Since their God sent me over, I owe them? To hell with that

Your compensation for coming is provided by the gods in the form of an ability. Well, anyway, lets see what that ability is. The priest picks up a stone and hands it to me. Hold this and insert magic into it, and itll tell us what you were brought over with.

As soon as I touch the stone, the magic seems to pour into it like I have been doing this all my life. The words signifying the name of my magic pops into my head.

Creation Magic.

Creation?

Thats what it says, creation.

That cannot be The priest in the robes is taking several steps back and shaking his head. You lie!

No, its very clearly creation magic.

Not really able to sense the thickening mood, it comes as a complete surprise to me when the priest suddenly points and says, Guards! Kill him! Kill the heretic!