Capítulo 9: The Knights of the Sun

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, bathing the luxurious room in a warm golden light.

The gentle breeze entering through the window made the silk curtains sway slightly, while the distant song of birds, or what were believed to be birds, enveloped the environment in a calm.

Michael, feeling the soft warmth of the sun caressing his pale skin, slowly woke up.

Beside him, a slender and delicate female figure embraced him tenderly, her body pressed against his as if they formed a single entity.

The soft touch of her skin against his transmitted a sensation of pleasure and comfort, making him sigh at how pleasant it felt.

"God, are you awake?" A young woman's voice sounded.

Michael turned his head, his eyes still half-closed, to find a young and extraordinarily beautiful girl looking at him with adoration.

Her linen-colored hair fell to her shoulders, framing a face with delicate and harmonious features. Her skin seemed as soft as porcelain, and her large black eyes reflected tenderness.

Her rosy lips gave her a provocative air, while the slight blush on her cheeks increased the intensity of her attractiveness.

Everything about her radiated sensuality, from the way she looked at him to how her soft curves molded against him under the sheet.

"Dress me," Michael said in a sleepy voice, as he yawned lazily and sat on the edge of the bed.

The cloud-shaped blanket slid down his naked body, revealing his perfect skin. Although still developing, his body showed a natural attractiveness.

"Yes, God." The girl nodded obediently, rising with the same elegance with which she had embraced him.

She pulled the sheet off herself, and her body was exposed to view. Her figure was beauty: her waist was slim, but her hips and breasts generous, with soft and curvy lines that seemed created to be admired.

The skin of her thighs and breasts was smooth, and her small nipples tempted anyone to bite them. Additionally, a pair of small and delicate wings adorned her back, fluttering slightly.

Without wasting time, she called the other maid. "Rika, God has awakened. Come and help him change."

The door of the room, decorated with gold engravings, slowly opened, and another young woman entered the room.

She had an equally provocative body, but with intense blonde hair falling to her back in soft curls.

Her maid uniform, fitted to her body, enhanced her attributes in an obscene manner. Each step she took made her breasts bounce, while the curves of her hips swayed temptingly.

Her bright blue eyes didn't dare to look at Michael directly, but her ragged breathing and the blush on her face betrayed her state in the presence of her master.

"God." Rika's voice was barely a whisper as she bowed before Michael, holding a stack of clean clothes in her hands.

The linen-haired girl had already begun to dress Michael, her hands moving with a delicacy that couldn't hide the provocative nature of her gestures. Her fingers brushed his naked skin, sliding over his chest and abdomen in an almost lascivious manner, as if she enjoyed every touch.

As Rika joined her, both worked together, lifting his clothes and adjusting them over his body with perfect synchronization.

Michael, still half-asleep, could barely contain a sigh as the two servants dressed him. The constant brush of their soft fingers, sliding over his naked skin, gave him a pleasurable sensation.

What a depraved life!

Michael's life in Birka had taken a turn. Fram, in his eagerness to please his new god, had personally selected two maids to attend to Michael's daily needs.

Anjie, with linen-colored hair, and Rika, with blonde hair, were considered the most outstanding young women on the island. Both moved with grace and efficiency around Michael, anticipating his wishes even before he expressed them.

Michael did not object to this arrangement. He had decided to live his life to the fullest, without restrictions, and was determined to take that philosophy to its ultimate consequences.

The comforts and pleasures he now enjoyed were, in his mind, simply the privileges that corresponded to him as the deity of Birka.

Half a month had passed since the space journey, an experience that had marked a before and after in his life.

The decision to grant the Fire Seed to Enel that night, although strategically correct, had had unforeseen consequences.

The Advanced Fire Seed, as he had called it, was different from the one granted to Fram. Its power to stimulate Enel's latent potential and adapt to his unique nature made it a weapon. However, its creation and transfer had exacted a high price.

The process had required a significant amount of Michael's soul power, not only in quantity but also in quality.

After delivering the seed to Enel, he had experienced a profound feeling of emptiness, as if an essential part of his being had been torn away.

The resulting exhaustion had been overwhelming. Upon returning to Birka, Michael had fallen into a deep sleep that lasted several days, his body and soul struggling to recover from the loss. Even with his healing flames, the weakness persisted for over a week.

Although the amount of soul power had largely replenished, Michael was aware that the quality had not yet been fully restored.

The creation of a second Advanced Fire Seed was out of his possibilities for the moment.

This experience had led him to reconsider his strategy. The Advanced Fire Seed, given its demanding nature, could not be widely distributed.

Instead, he had decided to focus on using the common Fire Seed to strengthen the God's Guards.

Although the common version of the seed could not awaken the latent potential of its bearer like the advanced one, it still offered significant benefits.

The recipients could access some of the two types of fire: the Golden Flame for combat and the Yellow Flame for healing. These abilities, although less spectacular than Enel's, would be sufficient to forge a formidable army.

In summary, let's start with the God's Guard and form the Knights of the Sun.

As he reflected on his plans, Anjie and Rika finished dressing him. The clothes, made from the finest fabrics available in Birka, fit his figure perfectly.

"My lord," announced Rika, "Breakfast is served".

Michael nodded slightly. He headed to the dining room, where a table was set with the best Birka could offer. However, even for him, the God of Birka, breakfast was mediocre.

The scarcity of agricultural products on the island was clearly reflected on the table. The highlight of the menu was the characteristic fish from the White-White Sea, a unique delicacy from these heights.

The idea of fish swimming among clouds fascinated him, although in reality, the taste of most didn't differ much from common fish, with only a few species offering a truly distinctive taste.

After finishing breakfast, he stood up to start his day.

He left his residence, a newly built villa on the edge of the central square. Although Fram had offered to cede the original ruler's villa, Michael had preferred a new structure.

The construction of the new villa had been a quick project. The craftsmen of Birka, experts in working with solid clouds and other materials, had erected the structure in a few days.

Although temporary, the villa was more than adequate for Michael's immediate needs.

As for his official Temple, let's talk about it later...

Upon reaching the square, Michael stopped abruptly. In the center of the open space, two figures were fighting.

Enel and Fram were facing off in a duel.

"Discharge!" shouted Enel, his body instantly transforming into a bright lightning bolt that rose towards the sky.

KRACKKK!

With a movement, he extended his hands and a golden lightning bolt sprang from his palms, descending with a deafening buzz.

This Thunder was not the blue and white lightning that Enel used to use. The thunder he now controlled was of an intense golden hue, the same tone that now tinged his pupils.

The change was not merely aesthetic; the very nature of the lightning had been altered. Although it was still essentially electricity, the lightning now possessed characteristics of fire.

This new ability, a result of the fusion between the Fire Seed granted by Michael and Enel's innate power, had been dubbed by its creator as "Fire Thunder".

The name, though unimaginative, perfectly described the dual nature of this new power.

Enel's Fire Thunder was more than twice as powerful as his original lightning, and yet, Michael knew that this was only the beginning. Enel's true potential, when the Fire Seed fully adapted to his being, would be truly terrifying.

The golden flames of thunder covered almost half the sky, falling upon Fram.

But the former god of Birka was not an easy opponent to defeat.

With a cry of "Fire Shield!", Fram extended his left hand. Flames sprouted from his palm, rapidly condensing into a wide shield in front of him.

This ability, inherited from Michael's power, allowed Fram to mold fire at will, even solidifying it.

The clash between the Fire Thunder and the Fire Shield was spectacular. An explosion of light and heat shook the square, flames and electricity intertwining.

SWOOSH!

Taking advantage of the confusion, Fram counterattacked. A fire spear emerged from among the flames, heading directly towards Enel. The spear pierced Enel's body, exploding into a massive fireball in the sky.

ZAP!

But Enel was not easy to defeat. In the blink of an eye, his body reconstructed itself in front of Fram, a mocking smile on his face.

With a movement of his right hand, he launched a golden lightning bolt directly at his opponent.

Fram, without losing his composure, snorted softly. Stomping the ground firmly, his body was instantly covered with a fire armor. "I heard it perfectly!" he declared, preparing for the impact.

"Funny!" Enel replied with disdain. "That move again?"

Just when it seemed that the combat was going to intensify even more, a familiar voice interrupted the duel.

"Alright, let's stop here," announced Michael, approaching while clapping softly. "It seems you have adapted well to your new powers".

"My lord!" exclaimed Fram and Enel in unison, bowing respectfully before Michael.

The change in Enel's attitude was notable. The young rebel who once defied everyone now showed genuine respect towards Michael.

"This is the power granted by our God!"

Fram exclaimed. The more he explored his new abilities, the more aware he was of the immense power that now flowed through his body.

Michael smiled benevolently. "What I have given you is just the seed," he explained softly. "It is you who make it grow and flourish". His eyes rested on Fram with approval.

"You have exceptional talent, Fram, to have cultivated the fire seeds to such an extent in so little time".

"Thank you, my lord!" replied Fram, bowing deeply, overwhelmed by the divine praise.

Enel, observing the exchange, couldn't help but make a gesture of disgust. Although he was aware that his own power had increased dramatically after merging with the fire seed, the attention Michael paid to Fram caused him a twinge of jealousy.

Perceiving Enel's unease, Michael turned to him. "As for you, Enel"

"The fire I have granted you is of a more complex nature. Continue striving and cultivating it diligently". An enigmatic smile drew on his lips. "In time, you will awaken special abilities that you can't even imagine now".

Enel, impressed by Michael's words, nodded seriously.

Satisfied with both of their reactions, Michael turned his attention to more pressing matters. "Fram"

"Have you selected the people I asked for?

"Yes, my God!" Fram responded enthusiastically. "I have chosen fifty individuals, all of them the most outstanding members of the God's Guard".

"Excellent," Michael approved, a smile of satisfaction lighting up his face. "Then, summon them here immediately. Today is the day the Solar Knights will be established".