The Gods Forgot

[Winner in the Royal Road Writathon Challenge April 2026 - VOL1 Completed] Hiram, the adopted son of Monan, the god of wealth, had made up his mind. "I want to be such a man who walks with gods." "I am a god!" His father spluttered, "The wealthiest god there is!" (He was also the stingiest god.) "No." Hiram was firm, "I want to walk with gods and talk with gods and stand with gods like the heroes from old." "You're crazy!" Monan slammed his hand on his desk. "I'll take my leave." Hiram turned to go. "Fine! Go!" Monan shouted, "Go and never come back!" Hiram's steps stopped, "I'm not Ambrose. I'll come back to visit." "Don't!" The wealth god shouted at his departing back, "And don't you dare take any money with you!" And that was how such a man left his father's house. On his own and broke.   ONCE there were TWO gods from the THREE Worlds who wanted to grow a new one. There were FOUR principles in this world: 1. Everything is beautiful, and possibly good. 2. Gods cannot be killed, only reset. 3. The power of a god is determined by the fear and adoration they receive 4. What is believed will eventually become But even though the gods forgot, the world continued on. Until the day that such a man came to them. Rate it FIVE Stars now.