Caution, yes, that would make sense. Hostility too. If they saw me coming in and are aware of space travel, and had good relations with the last visitor, then they might be pleased to see me.
I've got no idea why they're doing this.
Well, the hologram did call himself 'Great God Mammon'.

Surely
that might tell you something about their relationship to glowing people?
I walk a little closer to the younger man.
"Ah, thank you, but that's really not necessary."
Now, how will he react? Steadfastly keeping his head down, or...
He cautiously raises his head slightly-.
"Tssh!"
Ah, good, curiosity. Natural for the young.
His father turns his head to look sideways and hiss at him. His son immediately turns his face back down.
They're reacting to me as… Some sort of God-King. Which would make a degree of sense if I was openly using constructs, or if I was dressed like one of the figures in the mosaic. But I'm only dressed like… An upper-middle class person. Which might get a deferential nod in some places but it shouldn't result in faces being thrown to the ground on their own land.
Unless said upper-middle class has a reputation for violent reprisal against 'defiance'...
'Reverend'. Probably a translation, so he thought I was a priest. Then this… My best guess is still that they think I'm a god, and telling them that I'm not… Probably won't help, if only because they lack a mental model for what I actually am. So… Well, I knew that the first introduction might not go right, that's why I picked somewhere small and isolated. Ah, so, go with it until they calm down?
Not like I have a better plan.
See, this is the kind of thing that ends with different yous on a team of teenagers and afraid to blab about their real age.
"I-" Not 'thank'. "-acknowledge your obeisance. You will now rise."
The young man glances at his father, who actually motions with his right hand that he should stay where he is. The younger man does, and his father hesitantly rises, clearly torn between looking at my face to try to gauge my reaction and averting his eyes.
Ah, bravery. Helped along by the fact that the 'god' is encouraging it.
"Yes, Divine Mammon."
Mammon, the man in the hologram. So… He was doing a 'Wizard of Oz', and they all think he was a god. Assuming that he's dead and not just in stasis or on another planet or something. And they both think that I'm him. I don't know why.
Huh. That is actually a good point, as the Goa'uld do maintain multiple worlds under their control. If this is a less-visited colony of Mammon's...
Can I ask? I didn't see any sign that he or anyone else outside of this civilisation had contact with it recently. The roads might be a sign of contact with a civilisation with a higher level of industrial development, but… I don't know.
"I have never set foot in this village. How do you know me?"
Best case, he assumes you're just pulling a YWYH, testing him for their own reasons.
"Your eyes, Divine One. They glow with your power, just as your priests teach."
I look down and bring my right hand slightly closer to my face-. Yes, my eyes are glowing orange. I didn't notice.
Ah, rookies. Little effort, you can get that under control in no time. Question is, would it be
safe to do so?
"Well spotted." I walk past them a few paces in the direction of the village, which will hopefully make me look like less of an immediate threat. "Young man, I was serious about rising."
Out of the corner of my eye I see his father nod, prompting him to get up.
I get the feeling Paul's going to get
very tired of having to tell people that.
Alright. They think I'm a god. These two might be the village idiots, but I can't count on that. It's entirely possible that most if not all people will respond to me like that if my eyes glow. My eyes glow because I'm wearing the power ring. If I take it off, not only would I be vulnerable but I almost certainly wouldn't understand a word they were saying. And if I couldn't learn French or German, I'm certainly not going to be able to learn their language well enough to converse in it.
Ironically, the linguistic problem is rarely addressed in Stargate, if I remember right. Most of the time they gloss over the 'learning the local dialect of whatever root language' process in favour of immediate English-speaking locals. The movie at least had a reasonably realistic take with Daniel Jackson knowing
some old Egyptian well enough to start communicating.
So… I guess that I'm a god for the foreseeable future. I don't think I'm qualified. I mean, studying the political and economic reforms Japan and Taiwan underwent when they industrialised haven't really prepared me for 'everyone-falls-on-their-face-when-they-see-you' levels of obedience.
Though…
Eh, hopefully it sinks in to folks that no, you don't need them denting the floor with their foreheads every time you pass by.
The underground structure clearly had technology more advanced than anything I've seen on the surface. I'm not a trained scientist or engineer, but I can see and copy. Scan and copy. The ring will also let me detect genetic residue and finger prints if part of godhood requires me to judge criminal cases. I don't know how much crime they actually have…
I don't think I'm going home anytime soon. Might as.. well make myself useful.
So in the end, this might be one of the best-run goa'uld worlds SGC ever encounters.
"What are your names?"
The older man hesitates for a moment. Am I supposed to know everyone's name as well? Maybe I can just tell them that I don't care to go through the effort. Though it could get awkward if they ask what happens to their souls when they die.
Probably Mammon spouted some guff about 'becoming part of his celestial treasury' or something if they were good little pets.
"Dalilu, Divine Mammon. My son is Risat."
"And my priest in your village?"
Because of course there's a local church.
"Nohra, Divine Mammon."
"There is no need to refer to me as 'Divine Mammon' in every sentence. I haven't forgotten who I am."
Bet that'll make anyone who knew the previous host of 'Mammon' a little confused.
"A thousand pardons, Div-."
I turn my head towards him as he cuts himself off, smiling as I do so. "Quick on the uptake, good. I like that. One of you can keep working, but I would like the other to introduce me to the people of this village. And then I will need to speak with Nohra at length."
No point dragging both of them away from their fields during what is probably planting season.
I return too looking in the direction of the village, the ring showing me as the son tries to volunteer only for the father to emphatically refuse with a gesture and send him back to his hoe with another.
"Please, follow me."
Taking the hit in case the 'divine one' turns out to be mercurial and vindictive, eh?
He leads me through the bare earth field, eventually leaving it and getting not the main path to the village. All unpaved, naturally.
"Dalilu, what do you think could improve your life here?"
A good, leading question. Both to find out what he can do for them, and learn from his reaction to it.
"Nothing-. I am content."
"Then your great-grandchildren will be farming exactly as you do. Advancement comes from discontentment. From seeing a problem and overcoming it. Surely there is something?"
And what parent doesn't want a better life for their descendants, after all?
"Perhaps… Paved roads."
"Paved roads." I nod. "Which would make transporting goods to and from your land easier."
A simple request, that might normally have taken weeks to get fulfilled, if
ever, with regular manpower...
"I meant-. For the village. It would make travel between Durshu and Morat much faster, especially after the rains."
Ring, scan the paves roads.
...But for a 'god'? Well, said and done, easy as.
Scan complete.
I glance back at the track behind us.
And presumably map out the whole village's roads, of course.
And paste.
The land behind us glows as bare earth is replaced with mortar and brick. Dalilu doesn't immediately notice, but I spot it when he does. His head jerks a little to the side and his pace slows as he tries to work out where the sound he just heard is coming from. Then he spots the transmutation behind me and his eyes widen.
Bet that made for a few surprised people, if he did that to all of them at once.
"Divine Mammon-."
"I still haven't forgotten. And this is a trifle for me."
Probably like one percent charge. Two if he did a wider area. But with a Lantern in hand, he has power to spare.
"You are-. The priests, they say… You do not give things away."
"No. But I am prepared to invest in my people. For I will still be here to see your great-grandchildren use it to ease their labours. I will see them expand upon your work, knowing that they walk upon my gift as they do. And it really is quite easy for me."
Assuming that 'Mammon' was always pressing for profit, of course.
"I… See."
"Now, tell me about your village? What do you grow? Who do you trade with? How long has it been here? I would hear about it from you."
It'll pass the time and distract him, if nothing else.