I planned for years on how to hide from the other gods. I was the craftsman at heart after all, if anyone could do it, it had to be someone like me.
Even with the lack of mana and needed resources, I managed to design a runic tool that would hide my divine energy after reincarnating, and when the time came for my next reincarnation, I made the runic tool as fast as I could with what was available nearby.
I should be able to survive more than a decade now, even with the other gods hunting me, I thought. But it wasn't as easy.
With the number of dwarves lessening with time, my stories had been lost. Not that I had done anything remarkable. In an attempt to slow our reincarnation, both dwarves and beastmen were brainwashed into not remembering their own history. The dwarves, the best craftsmen, were able to make do in the land of humans, but the beastmen, with their physical powers and forward personalities, were made slaves.
