My name was Glaem.
Although God had bestowed this illustrious name upon me, nobody called me by it.
Lately, everyone just called me the "Almighty Farming Tool."
At God's instruction, I began serving a new master... but wasn't this master just an ordinary human? Had there been some mistake? I was, after all, a tool exclusively for divine use, called a "divine tool" or "divine artifact," you know? An ordinary person couldn't wield me, could he?
It turned out I had worried for nothing.
So that was it. My new master had God's blessing. Just as I would expect of God-not a single oversight.
Well, since there was no need to worry, I would get to work.
I had been lying in a storehouse all this time, so I was happy to be put to work.
My master also seemed quite hardworking. Yes, yes, I looked forward to working with him.
Cutting down trees, digging holes, cultivating fields, and making little tools...
My master was so busy. Still, I supposed that couldn't be helped when he was living alone in a forest like this.
I knew he treasured his fields, but did he have to be so stubborn about them? His life mattered most, you know. After all, I could cultivate as many fields as he wanted.
Hmm? He wanted to carve a statue of God? That would be quite difficult, but I would do my best.
How strange. The God of Agriculture was a sexy woman, so why was he carving a man? Oh, right, my master had never seen her. That explained it. In that case, no matter how hard I tried, the image in my master's mind would take precedence.
I was a tool, and I needed a master to perform my function. There was nothing I could do about that. It wasn't my fault.
The days passed like that, and before I knew it, my master had begun living with Infernal Wolves.
As far as I knew, those creatures were ferocious wolf-type monsters... yet my master treated them like dogs. Was that all right?
Well, the Infernal Wolves ended up behaving like dogs too, so it was probably fine.
My master seemed happy now that life had grown a little livelier.
I hoped everyone would get along.
The Infernal Wolf pups played pranks on my master.
A little playing around was fine, but weren't they biting too hard? If they got too unruly, I would hoe them into fertilizer... well, since my master laughed and forgave them, I probably wouldn't have a chance to act.
A Demon Spider? No, was it an evolved variety? Hmm, quite an imposing presence. It might even be more formidable than a dragon. Fortunately, it wasn't our enemy.
As long as my master used me properly, I wouldn't lose to a spider, but having lived with him all this time, I knew perfectly well that he wasn't aggressive by nature.
Infernal Wolf family, if anything should happen, make sure you protect my master.
A vampire girl arrived.
Perhaps it was a good thing that my master had met a woman.
But couldn't he have proposed a little more romantically...? Well, at least he had properly said it aloud.
Romance in God's world was truly awful.
My master didn't care whether she was a vampire or anything else. I hoped they would be happy.
The question was whether they could have children. All I could do about that was pray to God. I hated how powerless I was.
Ah... um, Master, I thought you ought to learn what it meant to go easy on someone.
I wouldn't say in what respect, but... my master certainly had plenty of stamina.
An Angel girl arrived.
The vampire girl who had arrived first went with the flow and drew her into the family. Brilliantly done.
Yes, that was true. It was too much for one person alone. Congratulations, congratulations.
After that, another vampire girl, a group of High Elf girls, a group of Oni Race girls, and lizardmen joined us, and the number of people living together kept growing.
The place grew quite lively, and I thought our days were peaceful too.
But then a wyvern suddenly attacked.
Honestly, what was that wyvern thinking? It certainly qualified as strong, but failing to realize that I was here was utterly foolish.
My name was Glaem.
I was now known as the "Almighty Farming Tool," but in truth, I was a divided spirit of the entity called "Divine Spear Glaem" in the distant ancient past.
What was I trying to say? That my true profession was being a spear.
Come, Master. Please put me to good use.
Evil was vanquished.
I felt refreshed, but my master still seemed troubled by it.
Hmm, cultivating a vineyard for winemaking to take his mind off things? I thought that was a fine idea.
While my master was busy farming, both the Demon Race and the Dragons came to pay their respects.
The Demon Race wasn't much of a concern... but the Dragons were a problem.
The dragon who came to visit was named Doraim.
His name sounded like mine.
It might have seemed trivial, but I couldn't overlook it. Damn it, why didn't I have hands?
No, it wasn't as though I would do anything if I had hands, but surely I could get the dragon to consider changing his name? Dragons' names also bestowed blessings, so they couldn't be changed? Hmm, why did I know that...?
Many more things happened after that, and both the vampire girl and the Angel girl gave birth to my master's children.
Congratulations, my master.
After he had children, it felt as though my master's workload grew even heavier.
I was working as hard as I could too, so I hoped my master wouldn't push himself too far.
That was what I hoped... but, Master.
Was he considering what he would do if he could no longer use me? I couldn't imagine such a thing at all, you know? Um, I understood his worries. Constantly relying on me wasn't a good thing, and I could understand him thinking that way. I understood, but I simply couldn't accept it.
Master, was that all our bond amounted to? I was going to get angry!
In the end, I was so busy that I didn't even have time to get angry. Heh heh heh, it seemed he really couldn't do without me.
Things like establishing other new villages would probably have been impossible without my power.
That was why my master cherished me so much. Yes, just what I would expect of my master.
I intended to stay by my master's side until his life came to an end.
Oh, Master.
As I had said long ago, I couldn't turn into fishing-related tools. Those fell under a different jurisdiction.
I was a farming tool whose former incarnation was a divine spear, not fishing gear. Spears and harpoons might look similar, but they were two entirely different things.
Besides, since he had me, there was no need to pick up an ordinary spear or sword, was there?
See? Using a sword like that was exactly why he lost to the lizardman.
He could have just used me.
Yes, a mere lizardman-I would cleave him in two for my master at once... no, the lizardmen were important residents of the village too. Correction. I would deliver victory to my master. Heh heh heh.
Well then, I would be farming with my master again today. Time to do my best.
Huh? We weren't going to the fields today? What would we do, then? Ah, make toys for playing with the Infernal Wolves? Understood.
Toys posed no jurisdictional problems. To be precise, they fell under no jurisdiction, so I could do whatever I pleased.
I suspected I was probably the best at making toys among all the divine tools. When I returned to God's world someday, I would boast to everyone about it, but I would probably enjoy living alongside my master for a while longer.
I looked forward to continuing to work with him.
So, please don't treat me as a toy. Ah, he was only using me as a reference. What a relief.