Deus: We are all Lords

The goblin, unlike the goblins in normal media that he knew, wasn't short; instead, he was somewhat close to the same height as him, and he stood at a height of 6.2. Looking at the creature now, Kingsley nodded his head, thinking that there was no way in hell or heaven he would have won in a physical fight against it.

"Now exactly how do I extract the info I want; do I extract its memories or what?" Kingsley asked himself

He knew he could do the things he just said, but it just sounded wrong, even if it was on a creature as vile as a goblin. He may be in a position that didn't need him choosing a moral high ground, but with great power comes such liberties.

Apart from that, Kingsley didn't want to look through a goblin's memories when he was 100% sure that it would be like watching hardcore porn on repeat, especially when he knew that none of the females in the memories consented to the action. The end point of it all was that Kingsley felt uncomfortable with the action, and besides, he had a feeling he could use this guy for something else.

"Goblins clearly can't speak in a language I understand, so there is no use asking him," Kingsley said as he ruled out that possibility for now.

True, he could make the goblin speak in English, but he didn't know exactly how. That involved altering its vocal cords, and he didn't know anything concerning that. Commanding the elements was easy, be it space, time, earth, or even air, since he could assume they had spirits he could force his will on, but this was a whole new territory.

"I really need to experiment more with my powers," Kingsley thought to himself as his situation was getting much more annoying.

He didn't know if he could just wish for something to happen and it would happen, or if he needed some knowledge or a functioning theory as to how things happen. He didn't know any of that and couldn't experiment on the goblin for now since he couldn't recreate it from scratch after all; he didn't know how, so for now, he had to find a different route to make it talk.

"Evolution it is then," he said, then started pacing around the paralyzed creature, thinking about how to do that.

He felt that he could somehow evolve the creature for some reason; in fact, he had realized that he was good at manipulating concepts but not specifics. He could manipulate the earth with the concept that it had some sort of will; same with space; but to simply alter a goblin's vocal cords, he was stumped... at least for now.

Taking a final look at the goblin, Kingsley created a chair out of earth, on which he sat as he stretched out his two hands in front of him. His palms were facing each other as some sort of mist was slowly released from his palms.

The mist moved as though guided by something as it gathered in the space between his palms. More and more mist appeared and was compressed until a small, crystal-clear tablet was formed.

"Did I do it?" Kingsley questioned himself; he wasn't exactly sure since he was basically relying on the description of his ability that said he should be able to create anything he wanted in here.

...

Please assign a name to your creation.

...

The system message suddenly appeared again, and Kingsley suddenly had hope that he had succeeded. If he did, then he could get the information he had gotten.

"I'll name it.... uh Evo Crystal." Kingsley said coming up with the most unoriginal name ever was impossible because he couldn't find any unique name to give it.