The arrogant little freak started to instinctively activate its powers and test its new body parts.

"Im the king of the world!!!", it screamed as it quickly made and running start and then took flight with a strong leap.

It flew at unimaginable speeds that it would have never achieved with any of its previous animal forms it took. It was nothing compared to the speeds the phoenixes displayed in their fight, but he should be able to have this moment.

It was a magical feeling and it felt that it was truly free and unrestrained. After cowardly living in an isolated forest for who knows how long, it started to gain the desire to explore and became adventurous.

Eventually it got out of its high and glanced at its new body parts. It looked to its left and right. It then discovered its wings had different colors.

On its left is bright red vermillion and to its right was dark purple. The idiot god had no idea why this came to be. Another addition to its unsightly and unsymmetrical body.

It recalled the phoenixes and how it suffered from being backed alive form their attacks. It then thought about how he somehow "ate" them and how they resented them at their last moments. It made it shiver as it remembered the hatred they showed as they flew into its filthy mouth.

But it was quickly replaced by the curiosity of how he even managed to do that in the first place. It eventually connected the dots and it gained some hopes and expectations.

"Since I gained their wings can't I use their powers as well?", thought the idiotic god.

He simply thought of it and easily managed to conjure a fire ball.

"Whoa!!!"

It was excited and in jumping in joy. Of all the animal forms it took, none of them had any special abilities. It was its first time executing any kind or form of magic.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

"This is epic!", it screamed as it launched the fire ball. He casually hurled it at the ground since there was no noticeable targets at the moment.

As the fireball crashed into the ground: Pfffffffffffffftpt.....

No explosion occurred and it was nothing but a fart compared to the imposing explosions the phoenixes's attacks generated. Not even a little hole was formed or any scorched marks it had expected.

It was truly a comparison of heaven and hell.

"The HELL?!!", where was its awesome explosion and op power up? Where was the plot armor, where was the love?!?!? Author why you do this to meeeee?!?!?

The author: :)

The weak little god looked at the barren crater that severed as the battle field of the Goddesses. The lush forest was no more and what use to be its home and its little shabby temple was disintegrated into nothing.

The overly excited god,"....."

Just like that the desire to adventure and explore vanished just like that. It previous motivation and courage was washed down the drain and was never to surface again.

"I really should find a hole to hide in....", thought the shamefully embarrassed god.

When reality struck, it pummeled the cowardly god to the the ground and took its wallet and to add some salt to its wounds, batched slapped it. Not to mention spitting it on and calling it scum.

When it regained its senses it noticed how its new body seemed to be able sense things to a extraordinary extent. It was like how it found the sculptor, but it was amplified by several times. Its senses where extremely heightened with its new form and it was finally able to see just how large the scale of the war was.

A hundred meters from it it sensed several hundred thousands life signatures and they where of higher quality of the sculptor and looked like they were mortals with some combat ability. Every few seconds a life signature would be snuffled.

Perhaps they were fighting?

The cocky little god thought that it was no big deal and felt that with its new form and powers, as well as its identity as a god, they were nothing but small fry.

It was about to move its attention to another area, but suddenly among the thousands of ordinary life signatures, two of them actually brought shivers to the arrogant little god.

It could tell they were insanely powerful and even though the aura they emitted was not as powerful as the previous gods the shitty god had encountered, it was very impressive for mortals to reach such heights. Even gods that the crappy god previous meet would surely nod in approvement as well.

Rather than impressive, the crappy little god felt immense fear and terror. It wasn't like any of those heaven defying figures. It was a weak sauce god, ah!

"Holy Cr@p!"

Was it really a god? It started to doubt its own existence. I felt like it was pushed further and further down the food chain. What use did it have for its identity as a god? It was nothing but horse shit in the face of those extremely powerful mortals.

It often counseled itself for being too weak with its encounters of powerful gods. It even thought that they were just a tad bit more powerful and it couldn't be helped.

It still had a small, teeny tiny, smidge of its pride as a god, ah! Sure it was a shut in! Sure it was a weak little thing! Sure it never done anything but laze around and sleep! But when even mortals outclass it by this much, can it even be considered living?!?!

It was a 3rd rated weaka- no a 4th rated nobo- actually a 5th rated piece of garbage god.