As I walk into the busy street, I see a similar sight to before, except many are staring at me.

  One person steps forward, a blue man with white eyes.

  He points at me with a stick, “who are you! What is a sage doing here?”

  I look at him confused, “what… is a sage actually?” and why am I one?

  The other guy asked me why I have the magic of a sage, so maybe it’s power related?

  He replies, a look of disbelief on his face, “you are a sage and yet you do not know? Do you have amnesia?”

  I respond “no” while walking towards an interesting looking shop in the distance.

  “Hey!” he says in reaction to me walking away.

  “What?” I ask while turning towards him, “you won’t tell me what a sage is, so I’m gonna find some more interesting things to buy.”

  I think for a moment before responding, “actually on that topic, do you know where I can find more interesting things like this?” I gesture towards my nice magic glass thing.

  He looks surprised, confused, and maybe has some other emotions on his face.

  He responds, “no.”

  Well I guess that settles that.

  What was I going to do before he interrupted me?

  I look around and spot the shop I was going to go to earlier.

  It doesn’t look as interesting now.

  I could mess with my new device.

  Or maybe grant some more wishes?

  That last one was more of a transaction.

  The next one I’ll do it for someone random.

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  But what am I looking for in someone who I’ll grant a wish?

  Maybe someone who doesn’t have everything like a rich person.

  Someone who won’t try to exploit the wish obviously.

  Actually, scratch that last one. If I find someone who exploits the wish too much, I’ll try to think of a curveball. I think I’d be good at that.

  I start walking in a random direction, but everyone is still avoiding me.

  This is weird, it’s like they think I have the plague but also am their boss’s boss’s boss.

  I think I don’t like all this attention.

  Or at least not this type of attention.

  It’s like they fear me, but also revere me.

  If they knew what I am, would this be far worse?

  I’ve decided it, If I do start a cult it’ll be different.

  Different how? More modern of course.

  They wouldn’t worship me, but outwardly to the world they would.

  This is better than what I originally wanted.

  Maybe I should work on starting my cult now?

  Seriously this time though.

  I need somewhere where I can think.

  I think my city would work well, the only ones there right now are me and me and me and… well lots of me’s.

  I teleport myself to my collective city and start to think, stroking my chin as If I have a beard.

  Hmmm…

  Let’s see.

  What does a cult need?

  A central figure or thing!

  I’ll be that central figure of course!

  Who else would be? Serne? The bark?

  No, the bark will be the secondary object of worship obviously.

  But what else do I need?

  I could work on a domain, but my city sorta serves as that.

  Maybe I’ll ask Serne?

  But I just left him with his current task.

  I know what to do!

  I can call his bark!

  What?

  Did you think only he could call me? Of course not.

  I can call him as well.

  All I need is to get something to function as a phone.

  I walk outside of the building I’m in, and walk to a tree.

  It’s perfect and almost looks plastic, but it’s fine.

  I quickly project phone booth onto it and a handle appears.

  I pull the handle, and find that the tree is now hollow and a booth.

  I walk in and find a cellphone.

  I was not expecting a cellphone, I could have just made myself a phone.

  Whatever, god powers not doing things the exact way I want isn’t that big of a deal.

  I grab the phone and find that it has a singular button.

  I press it and it starts to ring with a picture of a dove on its screen.

  He finally picks up after a minute, but the words I hear come out are quiet.

  I quickly put it to my ear, and notice a problem.

  This is stupid, I have to hold it up to my ear!

  Not just to the side of my head, I definitely look dumb.

  Can even summon headphone to fix this, they would look dumb as well.

  They’d go too far into my ears.

  Am I cursed with speakerphone for eternity?!

  That’s a problem for later, as Serne says, “what is this Asterios?”

  I respond, “I’m calling you!”

  Serne sighs and says, “why don’t you just use a projector and sound system? It would be more convenient.”

  What the hell is he talking about?

  Projectors and a sound system? Like a movie?

  I ask him, “why would I do that? Everyone would be able to tell!”

  He responds after a moment, “ooohhh, I see now. You’re old, so you’re not caught up with technology. It’s okay old man, I will teach you.”

  Old man?

  Does he actually think I’m old?

  I don’t think I act old, I think I act my age.

  Or maybe not my age?

  How old am I?

  Do I start with my first birth or second?

  Or do I start it when this body was made?

  How old am I?!

  I don’t really know exactly, but the answer is definitely not old enough to be an old man.

  I answer Serne’s stupid and very rude answer with a question, “Serne? How old do you think I actually am?”