Fantasy World — Chapter 1 (Creation: The Path of a God)
Walking into his room, Han sat at his computer and pulled up a random video.
As Han watched it, he contemplated his present circumstance.
His mind slowly drifted back to that moment.
Entering his apartment, Han noticed the extra pair of sneakers haphazardly placed by the entrance.
Slowly his eyes raised.
A clothing trail was strewn across the floor, leading to the bedroom.
Even though Han was reasonably intelligent, the image didn’t fit together. He attempted to create mundane scenarios that would explain all of this.
Maybe his girlfriend was heading into the shower and didn’t wait until she was in their bedroom?
This would explain some of the clothing but didn’t explain the pants and clothing belonging to a guy — in addition to the extra pair of sneakers.
Han could feel his heart beating slightly faster. It had already reached a conclusion before his brain did.
As he entered, his heart felt like it would explode out of his chest like some alien.
Getting closer to the bedroom, Han could hear the moaning and squeaking of the bed.
His hand moved towards the door handle and slowly opened it.
A slight noise was made as the door was opened. For some reason, he couldn’t help but think he needed to get some lubricant and apply it to the hinges. It was such an innocent thought — destroyed as the image of his girlfriend riding on top of his best friend invaded his view.
His best friend moved his head to see past Han’s girlfriend — startled to witness Han’s figure.
“Oh crap!!” Sam called out.
His soon-to-be ex-girlfriend glanced behind her — her body only slightly slowing down the vertical methodical movement — to see what Sam was shouting about. She saw Han standing in the doorway. Her eyes widened in panic and alarm. It was quickly replaced with guilt and horror.
Han didn’t know what he was supposed to do in this scenario as he stood there. Though he had watched such scenes in various TV shows and adult content — his mind ceased functioning.
It took a moment for him to make a connection.
“Now, this is how those people felt,” Han remembered some hentai with a similar storyline.
The idea that he would be in this position never crossed his mind. Now that he was, Han felt empathy towards the characters.
Han watched his ex-girlfriend frantically put on clothes — an attempt to erase reality.
“The funeral was well done.” Han’s voice was emotionless. “I’m glad that my older brother could put everything together. I don’t think I would have been able to arrange my parents’ funeral.”
Only having successfully put on her pants, Beth’s hands raised to cover her mouth the more she listened to Han recount his parents’ funeral. Tears in her eyes.
With a weary smile, “I’m glad you’re feeling better and don’t have a stomachache.” Han casually mentioned.
“Han… I — I can explain this.” Beth stammered, walking towards him as she waved an arm towards the bed where Sam lay.
Seeing her walking towards him and glancing at Sam, Han said, “I’m going out to get some food.” Glancing at the two, “If you could, I would greatly appreciate it if both of you were gone before I get back.” Looking at Beth, “you can take as much of your stuff as possible and leave your key behind. Since your name isn’t on the lease, you don’t need to worry about this month’s rent. I hope you can be happy with Sam. Don’t try to contact me.”
After saying his piece, Han made his way towards the door and left the apartment, not bothering to close the apartment door.
In the background, Beth sobbed while Sam was trying to comfort her, telling her everything was for the better.
Han stared at his food.
He sat in a booth at his favorite local Asian restaurant.
The establishment had great food for a low cost. A simple beef dish with vegetables and fried rice cost $7.50, and just a dollar extra for fountain drinks. The workers knew him by name, considering how often he would stop by, either by himself or sometimes with Beth.
Thinking about how many sweet memories he made with her, talking about various nerdy things as they enjoyed the affordable meals, made him numb.
The usual “what could I have done?” and “was this my own fault?” cascaded through his mind.
Considering that finding out his girlfriend was cheating on him was par for the course, he sighed. He mentally congratulated himself on how he reacted — better than before.
Han thought it ironic — all of it happening on the same day.
The image of his parents lying in their coffins still felt surreal, making him feel detached. It all felt like a bad dream.
Han pondered whether the dazed emotions helped contribute to his mild reaction — watching his ex going to town on top of his former best friend.
As he chewed on the food, savoring the flavors. He was glad that at least one thing was going right.
Han winced and raised a hand to his temple — a ringing noise overwhelming his mind.
As it got louder, his head felt as though it was being squeezed by a vice. He groaned in pain. He dropped the fork in his hand, not hearing it clatter on the floor.
Slowly the pain had receded, and Han looked up to see a screen in front of him.
Congratulations!
Based on your miserable life and being able to stack so many horrible memories in one day while keeping a cool head, you have been selected to gain the Creation ability.
This ability allows you to enjoy a wide range of experiences.
With it, you’ll be able to manipulate anything and everything — gaining credentials to areas no being has had access to.
You are free to do whatever you wish. We encourage such actions. So do not feel chained to common sense and other silly burdens.
There are no requirements or strings attached to this gift.
We just ask you to try out new things and have fun.
To access the Creation ability, just imagine a menu.
Feeling confused, Han swiped a hand at the screen to dismiss it.
He thought it all silly and just his brain deciding to break.
“This has to be a dream,” Han shook his head.
Curious, Han chose to see what would happen. At the very least, Han would feel ridiculous and request the waitress bring him a new fork.
Han closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on opening a menu.
Immediately, something felt different.
He sensed something had changed.
Han opened his eyes to see a menu — hovering in front of him.
The menu was similar to games and anime.
Looking at the first two (Create and Modify), they sounded self-explanatory.
However, Han didn’t know about the last one, Translate. It had multiple meanings.
Deciding to see what it meant, Han pushed on “Translate.”
A new menu appeared.
Just by guessing, Han determined that the word “Translate” was similar to the mathematical concept, not the linguist form.
Pressing “Advanced Selection,” Han was presented with a wide range of choices — shortened by specific criteria. The criteria were fantasy, science fiction, magic, and others. Also, a list of names with additional details next to each with a brief description of the world.
Han perused through the various descriptions. Some were of Earth but slightly changed.
There were options such as America losing the revolution, China sailing past the tip of Africa, and Alexander the Great developing his empire after gaining an heir.
It was tempting to imagine what it would be like to visit those alternate realities. After consideration, Han decided to go someplace he had never been.
Selecting “Fantasy,” “Magic,” and “Early Development,” the list of names changed drastically.
Of the names listed, Han glanced at the world called, Eletran.
World Name: Eletran
Eletran is a world similar to what many consider a “fantasy” world, with ogres, elves, humans, beastman, and other creatures.
In addition, Eletran has a strong flow of mana, allowing magic to be widely used and practiced. All main creatures can use magic, while many animals aren’t able to use it.
There are many similarities to Earth — especially the animals and civilizations. Still, there are enough differences to make this world a good choice for those searching for something new and different. Many civilizations are still in their infancy, so there are no issues with overpopulation.
Several continents exist on the planet. Similar to Earth, there is an abundance of both fresh and saltwater.
Suppose you’re the type who enjoys watching and reading fantasy-related entertainment. In that case, Eletran is the one for you!
The description was entertaining.
It was like shopping at a store, only to have the salesperson, frequently, try to convince you to purchase the store items.
Feeling like this would be a great first world to visit, Han pressed on Eletran and confirmed his decision.
Immediately, he felt slightly woozy. The room morphed and changed around him.
Everything faded to black.
It felt like he was floating.
After a couple of moments, everything around him changed again.
Various colors came into focus, and slowly Han realized he was standing in a grassy area under a clear blue sky.
Turning his head back and forth, he couldn’t see anything aside from the field.
Wishing he had a map, Han brought up the menu to see if he could figure out his location.
After materializing it, Han noticed a new option, “Map.” He couldn’t help but think it was convenient, considering how he had just wished he had one.
Han pressed “Map.”
It looked like something out of a video game. There were continents and various countries, some called kingdoms or empires. He even noticed free states — though he didn’t know what it meant.
Seeing a blinking red dot, he assumed it indicated his present location.
Han was currently inside the Helios Kingdom.
Focusing on the Helios Kingdom made the map zoom to fit the screen. Various villages, towns, and cities were scattered across the kingdom.
One of the names was larger than the others.
“I suppose this is the capital?” Han talked to himself.
What looked like the capital city far away, in the approximate center.
The dot indicated that he was near the edge, somewhat close to a village.
Part of him wanted to head over there, but considering the amount of walking, he decided to look at the menu more.
Now that he had confirmed that it wasn’t a hallucination, Han decided to check what other abilities he had.
The menu was adaptive to his wants and needs, so he thought about what else he could do.
Bringing up the menu again, he selected “Create” and presented several options. There were several he could choose — one being “Shelter.”
This brought up various structures he could create.
Han noticed “Stronghold” as one of them, he tapped on it. Multiple strongholds appeared on the screen.
Considering how he wanted someplace where he could feel safe, he looked at the selection and thought about one that was impenetrable. Han wanted something that would never let armies be able to invade it, regardless of ability.
Slowly, many vanished, leaving behind a handful.
Comparing each picture, Han chose one that looked like a large vertical rectangular block. Basically, a skyscraper without windows.
A massive vertical solid block of stone appeared near him. The displaced wind and shaking ground made him step back.
Based on his requirement, it didn’t look like something that could be invaded — lacking openings.
Judging that there must be some way for him to enter, he headed towards the building.
As he reached the structure, Han imagined an entrance for him to use. Stone steps slid towards him. The grinding of stone was heard as an entrance was revealed.
“This is pretty unbelievable,” he thought to himself.
Walking up the steps and entering the structure, Han saw a long corridor with marble columns on either side spanning the entire length. It was lit by light from opulent globes hanging from the columns.
Han saw that the ground was smooth, the appearance of polished marble with gray veins throughout the Floor.
There didn’t appear to be any spacing — normally seen on floors. It was as if the entire floor was created from one massive slab. The walls and ceiling appeared obsidian. They contrasted perfectly with the floor and columns.
Thinking about it, Han wondered if he needed to bring up the menu if he wanted to change anything.
When he approached the building and thought about an entrance, the building modified itself to his thoughts. Han imagined it wouldn’t be far-fetched to try changing parts of this structure.
Han focused on the idea of hanging golden bowls filled with fire. The material flowed, and soon the orbs conformed to his thoughts. The golden bowls of fire made the corridor appear mythical.
Walking down the hall, he casually wondered what else he could change.
At the end of the hallway, a staircase flowed out of the floor and split to either side.
Reaching the second Floor, Han saw various supporting columns throughout. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much else besides the columns. Just the columns gave a dull appearance.
Each of the columns had a similar golden bowl on each face.
Feeling it looked relatively empty with just him, Han wondered if he could create something to help him.
The more Han thought about the idea, the more he thought it would be valuable to have an assistant. He thought back to the message in the Asian restaurant — suggesting how he needed to abandon common sense.
Han imagined a hand floating in front of him to test his ability.
He imagined that they would belong to a beautiful woman. With long slender fingers, the hand would be as smooth and white as porcelain.
As his mind imagined the hand, soon out of the void, one began to take shape. His eyes widened upon seeing an actual one beginning to form.
He sighed at what he created. Just as he pictured it, the hand looked stunning. It wouldn’t be strange to say they belonged to a hand model — the ones that appeared on commercials but several times better.
It floated in the air in front of him — lifeless.
Han imagined it alive.
It slowly started twitching and moving its fingers.
The hand moved like someone that came out of deep sleep — uncertain at first but slowly gaining control.
Seeing that he was successful, Han imagined the hand to have a decent amount of intelligence. After a few minutes, he said, “shake my hand.” Han reached out towards it.
The hand floated to his outstretched hand and shook it.
Han was surprised by the realism — especially how he could envision a woman being the owner. The way the muscles moved beneath the skin gave a clear sensation. The gentleness of it just added to the feel of who it would belong to. Between a guy’s and a woman’s, the hand felt like it came from a woman.
Releasing his grip, the hand returned to floating in front of him. The fingers would occasionally move slightly as the hand awaited orders from Han.
Then, imagining it being erased, Han made it vanish from existence.
After testing out that he could give life to his creations and seeing how difficult it was, Han decided to create someone to help him.
A corner of Han’s mouth slightly lifted as he imagined the creation.
In his mind, Han pictured a beautiful woman around 5 feet 6 inches.
Slightly shorter than him. Cascading down her head would be flowing, slightly wavy brown hair — framing an alluring oval face.
A voluptuous body shape — gorgeous breasts and butt. A somewhat shorter torso but legs for days.
It wouldn’t be surprising if someone from Earth thought she was a high-class escort.
The creation started as a mass of biological material, but the more Han thought of her, he watched as each part began to form. Each part harmonized with the others.
As her body formed, Han just took a moment to stare as he was captivated.
“I never thought I’d be glad to watch so many videos,” Han smiled appreciatively — his eyes relishing every inch of her.
“Who would have thought watching adult videos and hentai would help me create a woman from nothing?” He breathed out.
Her hair was suspended as if floating in space as she stayed suspended in the air.
While Han was soaking in his creation's stunning body, his thoughts began moving to what it would be like to engage with her.
Han couldn’t help but initially think of her as ditzy, relying only on her physical attributes.
Frowning, “I’ll need someone I can rely on, handling matters behind the scenes.”
With the woman floating before him, Han imagined the intelligence necessary to handle all he had in mind for the future. But at the same time, loyalty and devotion were absolutely necessary.
Learning from his prior mistakes with women, he would not mess things up and get his priorities straight.
He pulled up her stats on the menu to tinker with it. Realizing a solution, he chuckled.
After changing some things around, he completed her profile.
He had probably forgotten other things but figured he could change it with his broken OP system. But with the creation’s broken stats, it would work for the moment.
Closing the system, he willed for her to awaken and watched as her eyelids lifted and showed a deep purple iris. He realized he was holding his breath, seeing how gorgeous she was.
Helania slowly floated down until her bare feet gently touched the hard floor.
“From now on, you will serve me and fulfill all I need you to complete. I have created you to be everything I don’t have the time to care for.” Han ordered.
Though Helania was silent, her eyes indicated that she was taking in what was said as though no other words were more important than his.
“As time goes on, you will slowly develop a personality. It’ll be one that will help me complete all I wish on this or any other world.” Han imagined her as an intern at a company. One that would inevitably take over executive duties with ease.
Helania would be the one to run the company while reporting to him.
Taking in his words, Helania kneeled. “My Creator, your wishes are mine only purpose, and I will complete them without fail.”
Seeing her submit to his will in front of him — lacking clothes — made him think of indecent activities. Han knew that he would need to have her put on some clothes.
Though he wouldn’t mind her remaining nude the entire time, Han figured he should give her an outfit for when they would explore the world.
It didn’t take long before he imagined an outfit. Han thought it would be appropriate to create something between what an executive would wear and a standard maid uniform, though on the revealing side, being the nerd he was.
Han tried to remember the films where the secretary would seduce her boss. Then videos with maids. With the two images in his mind, he attempted to create a fusion of the two.
Creating the clothing with his mind, they materialized in front of Helania.
“Put them on,” He ordered her.
Looking at Han and then the clothes, wordlessly followed his directions. Despite some initial difficulties, Helania quickly figured out how to put on the outfit.
Fully dressed, seductive wasn’t enough to describe how much she exuded sexuality.
The outfit perfectly outlined her figure. The fabric barely contained her ample breasts. In addition to the clear view of her chest, shortening the skirt didn’t make it difficult for a person to see her luscious thighs.
“You look beautiful, Helania,” Han told her as he looked her up and down.
Getting back onto her knee, Helania answered, “My Creator, I do not deserve such praise.”
Walking towards her, Han lifted her chin to admire his work. He saw her cheeks reddening.
“From now on, you will not refer to me as Creator, but Master. I do not need others to know about my ability.” He smiled proudly at what he had formed into being.
“Yes, my Master,” Helania responded, gazing obediently up at him.
Letting go of Helania, he turned around to look at the entire floor area.
Han thought aloud, “I wonder what I should do with this place.”
It didn’t feel productive to leave such a vast space unused.
Thinking about dungeons in games, he chuckled, “maybe I should set a maze; in here?”
She got back up and moved to stand on his right side, slightly behind him. “That would be an excellent idea, my Master,” Helania smiled.
Han raised a hand and created a drawing table and a table holding various art supplies.
Looking to Helania, he ordered, “I want you to draw me an incredibly complex and difficult maze.”
“Yes, my Master,” Helania bowed her head.
Moving towards the table and sitting down on the attached seat — Helania immediately sketched out an intricate maze.
Han watched over her shoulder, fascinated by what it would look like and curious about how it would turn out. He didn’t have any experience when it came to designing. If Helania were able to design something of worth, it would demonstrate that his powers would translate to those he created being able to do things beyond his knowledge.
“Make sure to identify suitable locations to place various traps.” He reminded her.
After several minutes, Helania got up and moved to the side of the table, so he could get a better view of her results.
Looking at the paper, Han saw an incredibly detailed map of an expansive labyrinth. On the bottom, he saw a variety of traps written out with corresponding symbols that matched the ones throughout the maze.
There were pits with spikes.
Arrows that shot out of the wall.
Ceilings that would lower and crush, and spikes that would randomly appear on different parts of the labyrinth.
Each trap felt deadlier than the last.
Just seeing how complex it was, if Han didn’t have his powers, it was unlikely he’d have the ability to complete it.
Han imagined a quick death if such an attempt was made.
Grinning at her excellent job, Han gently stroked her hair.
“I’m thrilled that I created you! You’re already performing better than I expected.” He congratulated her. “Much better than anything I could’ve designed.”
Helania bowed, hiding a smile.
At the entrance of the 2nd level, he looked at the drawing again.
Focusing on each part of the image, he made it into reality.
Throughout the Floor, walls burst out from the ground.
Everything shook. Shadows danced as the bowls of fire swayed from the vibrations.
A roaring sound echoed everywhere like a monster awakened from a deep slumber.
Eventually, there was silence, and the dust settled. Compared to just a few moments ago, the absence of noise was deafening.
Walking over to one of the newly constructed walls, Han lightly tapped the material to ensure it was adequately strengthened.
Looking over to Helania, Han said, “use your spatial magic and transport us to the area leading to the 3rd level.”
The two of them were immediately transported to the entrance of the 3rd Floor.
Seeing the exit of the labyrinth, something was missing.
“Just having the structure to stop adventurers sounds nice, but I feel there should be something more than this.” Han contemplated.
Thinking of a labyrinth, Han remembered an ancient myth. A creature that hunted down intruders desperately hoping to escape from a winding maze of hallways.
He grinned upon thinking of what to create but with his own tastes.
Just like with Helania, a mass of liquid emerged from the void.
The first thing he did was think of a imagine a woman’s body. This thought made the substance shift to match his thoughts.
“Since I just created Helania, I think my mind went straight to a similar form,” Han tilted his head.
Though he did like how Helania looked, Han thought back to the myth.
Large curved horns sprouted from the head of the figure.
Blonde hair flowed out from her head and down her back.
Wanting to add more of a distinction than Helania, Han increased his new creation’s muscle mass.
The skin of the creation was slightly more tanned compared to Helania, as though she was the type to play out in the sun. Beneath the skin, defined muscles could be seen. She didn’t look like a bodybuilder but hitting the gym could be imagined.
This made him think about how she would be taller than Helania. Han’s thoughts made the material grow proportionally larger — though her breasts were disproportionately larger after the change.
“I’d guess she‘s close to 6 feet,” Han said after considering things.
Han turned the creation around.
Looking at her butt, he thought it missed something.
Realizing the issue, a bovine tail emerged from under the skin and above the butt.
Though the creation was more fit than Helania's, Han ensured that the body didn’t look overly muscular. There was still enough fat to maintain a feminine body shape.
Giving her a bikini-looking outfit made from animal skins, he named her Minatoria.
Han decided to give her similar stats as Helania, without magic abilities. Instead, having a high defense against magical and physical attacks.
It would be fun to give Minatoria magical abilities, but he felt intruders should have a fighting chance.
He smiled, thinking how intruders would react to a beastwoman with such stats.
Seeing her eyes open as she floated to the ground, Han announced, “I am your Master. Your name is Minatoria, and you must fulfill my will.”
Han slowly moved a hand to indicate the entire area. “This level shall be your domain, and you will prevent intruders from leaving this Floor.”
Minatoria went to her knee and said, “I shall complete your orders with absolute obedience and devotion, my Master. I only exist to fulfill your will.”
The way they treated him made Han feel reassured.
The one thing he didn’t need to worry about was for them to betray him. Different from all the other people in his life.
Going over to Minatoria, he touched her shoulder and signaled her to rise.
Sliding his hand down her chest, he felt one of her soft and supple assets cupped in his palm. Light squeezing one, he could feel the flesh between his fingers.
Minatoria’s breathing quickened as he groped her.
“You are my beautiful minotaur. I know that you will make me proud.” He told her in a gentle voice.
Removing his hand from her body, Han turned around and continued up the stairs to the 3rd level.
The next level was similar to the Floor beneath it.
Thinking about it, Han decided to make this level different from the one below.
Han imagined a sweltering and humid jungle.
Thick and ancient trees exploded from the Floor — as though reaching for the ceiling.
Thick vines wrapped and snaked around the trunks.
Compared to the forest he had seen in his life, in front of him were shades of green.
Entering it would be closer to swimming through plant life.
Smelling the jungle, he felt like he was entering the Amazon.
With one of the thickest jungles in his old world in his mind, Han pictured giant poisonous anacondas.
Monkeys leaping between trees — throwing poisonous exploding spores at intruders.
Silent leopards stalking their prey on the spreading branches and the ground.
Finally, giant spiders weaving massive webs — eager for a meal.
Changing the ceiling to look like the sky and the ground covered in deep soil, the Floor was indistinguishable from the outside — confusing those entering the level.
Signaling to Helania, they moved to the foot of the stairs leading to the 4th Floor.
He stopped before moving to the next level and considered the creatures to guard his Floor.
“I wonder what I should create this time?” Han rubbed his chin.
It was like standing in front of a blank canvas, and he was the artist.
Han smiled. “Instead of just one, why not more?”
In his mind were two different women, both drastically different.
Thinking of the jungle and wanting to maintain the floor's theme, Han looked at the jungle and noticed a snake slowly sliding through the swampy water.
Holding out a hand, two globes emerged — waiting for Han’s will.
Starting with the first one, the upper body of a woman burst out of one of the globes. What was different was the lower body — serpentine.
The first female was a Lamia.
From the head, thick jade-colored hair poured out. It practically glittered from the simulated sunlight.
Starting from the creamy smooth belly, the emerald tail glittered down the full length as though it belonged to an anaconda. Beneath the shimmering scales, the muscle would help against intruders. Being hit by the muscular tail would quickly dispatch any attempt against her.
This time he didn’t provide her with clothes. Her long silky hair would provide ample coverage for her mesmerizing breasts when it wasn’t floating in the air.
Her name would be Anacolis.
“Though her stats would be comparable to her fellow creations, I like the idea of her matching her surroundings,” Han smiled.
Anacolis’s specialty was stealth.
Different from Helania and Minatoria, Anacolis had superior stealth abilities.
Floating next to her, Han imagined a bow perfectly complimenting Anacolis. It didn’t require any arrows and would shoot out ones that would paralyze her target.
The second creation would be an Arachnes.
Instead of a serpent’s tail, the lower half would be a spider. Where the head belonged, a beautiful woman’s body emerged. He thought it would fit her image to have shoulder-length hair and made it purple.
He also enjoyed how some of the shells on Aracia’s lower half caught the light, creating a purple shimmer. Some parts actually looked to capture light.
Aracia’s upper body was pale like her sister’s.
The way light interacted with the spider body made Han think how difficult it would be for people to see the Arachnes if Aracia was in shadowy areas.
Like her sister, Anacolis, Aracia wouldn’t be covering her beautiful assets. But different than Anacolis was how they would be bare the entire time.
These sisters would love one another and help each other protect the jungle. They would be devoted siblings, ensuring the other's safety was a top priority next to their Creator’s.
Both sisters specialized in stealth, though Aracia was closer to an assassin than Anacolis’s ranger skills. Aracia, an Arachnes, was perfect for her ability and fighting style.
With that in mind, Han decided to give her daggers and short swords to help her assassinate intruders.
While Anacolis would attack from a distance and help paralyze her opponents, Aracia would sneak behind them and finish them.
“I imagine none will enjoy their preference for poison and similar tactics.”
Both were enough to eliminate potential threats, but he liked giving them fighting styles. With the size of the Floor, it would be easy for intruders to get lost and become easy prey for any of the numerous creatures hungry for a quick snack.
Once their bodies were completed, they floated down.
“The two of you look ethereal,” Han whispered.
They slowly opened their eyes and bowed before him, considering they could not kneel.
Walking up to both of them, he felt their smooth pale skin, and bringing them closer to him, Han gave each of them a passionate kiss.
The two sisters let a primal moan. It was clear they felt carnal desire toward their Master.
After finishing his kiss, Han smiled, “I look forward to seeing how you perform in the future, and I hope you’ll give your all for me.”
The two sisters silently bowed. “We shall complete all trials ahead of us and give ourselves to our Master, body, heart, and soul.” Accepting everything their Master wished.
Their cheeks were flush, and their chest exposed how hot they felt — aroused by his kiss. To hide their feelings, they kept their heads lowered and waited for their Master to continue to the next Floor.
“I need something that can create numbers fast and endlessly overwhelm my enemies,” Han looked at the empty floor.
He thought each floor served a purpose. Since he planned on the fourth being the last line of defense, it would be important to ensure that nothing intruded further into his home.
Looking back at games, a character that met such parameters was a necromancer.
Han wanted something that could instantly summon an infinite number of skeletons and other related mobs to bury those that stood in his way. Though he could easily wipe out anything, considering his broken ability, he liked the image of kingdoms and empires being overrun by the dead.
It was necessary for his enemies to think as though the underworld gates had opened to spew out a tsunami of death. An uncaring force of nature that would devastate anything in its path.
“Even the Grim Reaper would feel swamped.”
Helania smiled at the glint in her Master’s eyes.
Han was always fond of horror movies, so movies involving zombies were his top choice.
The first thing that happened was a tidal wave of dirt — covering the ground.
A thick fog rolled over everything, making it nearly impossible to see the ground.
Like mushrooms growing out of death, tombstones, mausoleums, dead trees, and other sinister eldritch items burst out from the dirt, the fog disturbed only for a moment.
Death and decay permeated the air.
When he and Helania were teleported to the exit, Han began to build his powerful necromancer.
As though summoned from his desires, arms burst out from the ground.
The woman was outfitted in leather — a corset making her figure appear slim.
Her torso was covered in leather, blossoming to reveal her pale large breasts that seemed to want to overflow.
Han’s eyes enjoyed the view.
Her arms and thighs revealed skin that could belong to the dead, though it oozed strength instead of deterioration.
On her back was a broadsword larger than her body. There was also a whip on her hip.
“She is my Queen of Death,” Han spoke aloud.
Seeing death everywhere, he couldn’t help but think about how it often was weak against holy magic in games and popular lore.
The only difference with her necromancer skill was how it wasn’t weak to holy magic.
“I should even make her able to use holy and divine magic,” Han mentally chuckled at the expressions enemies using holy magic would appear.
He wanted them to feel despair when they realized that — like death — his Queen would be their inevitable conclusion.
Han walked to where his Queen of Death stood.
Laying his hand on her cheek, Han said, “My beautiful Queen, you are not only in charge of protecting this Floor, but you are also in charge of my armies.”
Glancing to his side, he quickly created 100 creatures formed from the shadows. Their figures could barely be seen as though darkness made manifest.
Looking back at Queen, “These creatures shall be your responsibility and, in addition to myself, will be controlled by you. They are created for the sole purpose of espionage. You will lead armies of the dead and be a plague on all who be foolish enough to stand in my way.”
Not moving away from his hand on her cheek, Queen looked dazed as she cherished the warmth of his hand, “For you, I shall commit any acts as long as it pleases my Master.”
As Han and Helania walked up to the next Floor, Queen held herself.
Queen felt where her Creator touched her. Though the warmth may have faded, her body would always remember. Even at that moment, she longed for him.
Then, feeling empowered, Queen began summoning death knights, skeleton warriors, and skeleton mages.
Though the Floor looked more accessible than previous floors with no barriers, the infinite number of death-related mobs would overwhelm any that entered.
Reaching the next Floor, Han thought it was necessary to have amenities on this level.
Han tried to think back to various hotels and other hospitality-related businesses he’d previously visited.
“I want someplace that feels better than a person’s home. It’s key that any guests allowed to stay would never wish to leave.”
Han wanted the Floor to be different from the first four levels. Instead of keeping people out, the Fifth floor would be all about comfort and relaxation.
With his memories and pictures he’d seen in travel magazines, he created living quarters, hallways, and other items on one side, making it appear grander than any opulent hotel on Earth.
On the other side, Han created a dining area to shame any Travel Tire Star restaurant.
“If people from Earth were to ever dine in these restaurants, I want them to be heartbroken to not be able to experience the service provided when they leave.”
Though people would be able to come and go — with permission from him and his creations, a portion of the guest would be trapped forever. It would give them a sense of longing to return.
“Now, I need servants who’ll guarantee everything is impeccable. Every desire of the guests — within reason — would be met. They would always be ready to serve those fortunate to relax in the Stronghold.”
With the wave of his hand, Han created a hundred maids to ensure his stronghold would look immaculate. Though their beauty was lacking compared to his Floor Protectors, their appearance would still be spectacular.
Another wave of his hand made numerous chefs, sous chefs, waitresses, and other related food-industry workers.
From what he remembered in school, any organization could only function if it had an army of support staff. With that in mind, he knew that each one would be professional in how they carried out their duty.
Han quickly created a room that would generate all necessary food ingredients with his ability. The kitchen was filled with fantastic cooking equipment and tools to help the cooks prepare the meals.
The Stronghold needed to be self-sufficient.
With that in mind, Han also created areas where supplies would always be available for the support staff to use.
Each creature on this Floor had its job-related skills and abilities.
Han didn’t need to concern himself with maintaining the stronghold and could focus on more exciting tasks. He glanced at Helania, assured if anything went wrong, she would be more than able to handle such matters.
Though he created living beings from his thoughts, Han wondered whether this translated to real food.
He remembered how Helania had sketched the labyrinth on the first floor. But he still was curious whether it was due to Helania’s high stats.
Sitting at one of the tables, he motioned one of the waitresses to come.
“Bring me a noodle dish with meat and vegetables in it.” He ordered.
“Yes, my Master.” She curtsied.
As she left to fulfill her duty, Han watched her movement. Her hips somehow could sway sensually while still being professional in appearance.
“I imagine Human Resources would sweat with having such staff on the payroll.” Han snickered.
Waiting at the table while his food was being prepared, Han wondered what his endgame would be in this world.
“Where do I go with this?” Han leaned back on the chair. “Is there even an end?”
He was lost in thought before thinking, “At least I’ll be able to follow whether I think this should go. The message even said I’d be unrestricted and could enjoy my life.”
Not having any restrictions made him smile.
“It’s not like this is some story where I need to worry about whether the reader is enjoying it,” Han grinned.
Thinking of books and how they had to follow such a rigid structure to become profitable made him think about how his new adventure would be boring and tedious with such restrictions.
With his hand, he casually created a flawless rose. Each petal felt as though it existed only to be aesthetically pleasing to the holder.
The rose in his hand symbolized the infinite possibilities in front of him.
“Helania, I created this for you to match your beauty.” He raised the rose to let her take it from his hand.
Her hand trembled as it brushed against his.
“My Master, I do not deserve such praise.” Helania’s voice quivered with emotions as she took the rose.
She raised it to her face, placing her nose into it. A large smile spread across her face as her cheeks began to match the flower’s petals.
Footsteps interrupted the moment as the waitress and chef approached him, carrying his meal.
The waitress carefully placed the dish in front of him, the tray not letting out a sound as it touched the table. She then stepped away, waiting to hear his verdict on the meal.
Materializing some chopsticks, he started to eat the Asian-looking cuisine.
He slurped up the noodles, enjoying the chewiness.
“It’s not even greasy,” Han thought as he swallowed the food.
Somehow, his mouth felt refreshed.
It reminded him of various regional dishes, with a hint of Korean, Chinese, and Japanese flavors. Everything was perfectly cooked and made him want to continue eating more.
Within moments, Han was drinking the soup and emptying the bowl.
Han smiled.
“It was delicious,” He complimented the nervous waitress and chef.
Hearing that their Master had enjoyed the meal, both relaxed and smiled.
“We do not deserve your praise!!” Both of them shouted out, bowing nearly 90 degrees.
Waving his hand to acknowledge them, he got up and continued towards the stairs that led to the next Floor. Han was confident that the staff would be able to fulfill their roles to the standards he set for them.
Considering how many Floors he made this structure have, Han decided that this could be the last level.
The nice thing about his ability was that he could just modify the structure if he ever changed his mind.
He couldn’t imagine intruders being able to go through the three Floors he created.
Though the structure looked decently sized, each level was the size of a large city. The sheer scale of the Floors wasn’t fully absorbed due to them teleporting themselves instead of walking through it.
It felt like something out of a particular timeless-being TV show, where the inside was bigger than the outside.
There could be nearly infinite floors, and the outside would still have the same appearance.
His creations could teleport anywhere within the structure, so he didn’t need to worry about a transportation system. If he did create a transportation system, it would likely detract from the image he was trying to convey.
“For guests, I can always set up some way for them to get through the floor not related to the security of the Stronghold.” Han casually thought to himself.
Arriving on the last Floor, Han imagined a long hallway, similar to something in a royal palace.
On either side of the hallway were statues of beautiful women, some in erotic poses.
Chandeliers repeated down the center of the ceiling, looking like they were created out of diamonds. They glittered and took his breath away by their beauty.
“No one would be able to compete with this place,” Han was satisfied with the knowledge.
Walking down the hallway, he would make minor changes based purely on his mood in order to match his aesthetics.
When he decided that he had walked a decent amount of time, Han imagined a hellish French door opening made of something similar to granite.
Each door had an image of a beautiful woman, one looking like an angel and the other looking like a devil. Both looked like they were in pain, but their facial expression looked like they were experiencing pure ecstasy. Around their necks was a metal collar, a chain running down from the collar to where the door handles were.
The size of the doors was enormous but slightly smaller than the hallway. Han was hoping it would give a sense of awe if someone arrived at this entrance.
Behind these doors would be a grand throne room that would make any medieval throne room appear to be a linen closet.
The doors opened as he walked towards them — revealing its splendor.
“If a god were to have a throne room, then this is what it would look like.”
There was a short hallway that led to an opening. On either side of the hallway were fountains with majestic statues.
A red carpet led to a raised floor, where an opulent throne sat on top.
Listening to the sound of the water made everything feel relaxing.
The throne was made out of a mixture of obsidian and marble — Romanesque. Compared to the Empires of old, none could compete.
Arriving on the throne, Han sat on top of it and made it mold itself to make it comfortable for him to sit on. He could probably sit on this throne for days without feeling uncomfortable. The feeling would be similar to a gelatinous seat that was formed enough but let him lean on either of the armrests.
In front of him, off to the side of the red carpet, Helania was kneeling with her head bowed.
“What do you think about my throne room?” He asked her, curious about her response.
“It is a fitting room for such a powerful and benevolent ruler. Truly fitting for our Creator, who rules us all.” She spoke in reverence without lifting up her head.
“Come to me.” He ordered her.
Han watched as she gracefully rose and walked over to him. She was the embodiment of sensuality.
Helen of Troy may as well have been a peasant girl next to Helania’s beauty.
Han wondered if she would react to sexual stimuli as she stood before him. He placed his hands on either side of her hips, enjoying the sensation. Helania was pulled towards him. With how submissive she was, he felt himself becoming aroused.
Though he wasn’t proud of the feeling, he couldn’t help but become angered and hurt by what Beth had done.
Images of how much she likely enjoyed being pleasured by Sam penetrated his thoughts.
Han clenched his teeth as his eyes teared up.
“How could she cheat on me like that? I didn’t deserve that.” He mentally wailed and snarled.
His face contorted in rage.
There wasn’t even any space to allow him to feel the comforting hands on his head — hoping to heal his suffering.
Leaning back on his throne, he looked at Helania and commanded, “Remove your clothing.”
Helania revealed a dazzling smile as her breathing became faster.
He could see that she was becoming turned on. How she began to remove her outfit made him think nothing was matching on Earth.
Even an adult film was nothing compared to what was in front of him.
Helania’s breasts bounced and jiggled — no longer restrained and confined by the outfit.
As she bit one of the corners of her lips suggestively.
She tilted her hips slightly — letting her outfit fall lazily to the ground around her feet.
Aside from her hair and eyebrows, there wasn’t a single strand on her body. Her body was bare for all to see unimpeded.
Leaning forward, Han had his hands glide down her thighs and move to cup her shapely butt. He could feel the suppleness — a slight firmness beneath the skin.
The muscles slid under his hands as Helania shifted her weight.
Han moved to kiss her belly, which flinched slightly from the touch.
“Master, please. More.” Helania breathed out a moan.
Moving his hands, Han proceeded to cup her breasts and grope them.
He liked how her breasts overflowed from his hands.
Pulling on them to make her lean forward, he placed his mouth on her left nipple and teasingly caressed it with his tongue. He could feel how hardened and became erect.
“Master~~~,” She breathed out — placed her hands on his head. She pulled him closer as if she could envelop him, afraid of him stopping.
Placing his hands on her hips, he heard her whine in displeasure. She didn't enjoy how he was no longer groping her breasts.
Han then forcefully turned her around.
As he leaned back, Han pulled her towards him. He could only imagine how it would feel inside of her.
Time felt as though it had flown by, as Helania and he had been intertwined in a passionate embrace — declaring their sensual desires for the other.
Finally, she came for the final time — squirting one last time. She panted as lay on top of him. Her hair stuck to her face due to all the sweat.
Their bodies now slowly feeling cool from the air.
“You did such a good job, my beautiful Creation,” Han leaned his head on hers and whispered.
Han buried his face into the nape of her neck.
She giggled and cuddled closer to him — wanting more of him.
They both sat on top of his throne, basking in the afterglow.
From how happy he felt, some of him realized something he didn’t until that moment. Such skinship was necessary therapy to get over what Beth did to him. Even if just a little, the events from earlier didn’t hurt as much.
Some of him just wanted to sit there forever and enjoy the moment.
Still, another part of him wanted to see what the Kingdom was like, the one they were in.
Deciding to wait until after he rested for a bit, he leaned his head on Helania’s and went to sleep, smiling. Before drifting off, Han gently kissed her neck.
When he woke, he noticed Helania looking at him.
Her expression was adorable, the way she was smiling at him.
Gently getting off of him, Helania walked over to where she previously was in front of the throne.
Going to one knee, Helania lowered her head — still nude.
“Master, I don’t know if I am deserving of such love and care. Please, allow me to be by your side forever.” Her voice overflowed with emotions.
Han smiled, feeling equally as emotional.
For the first time in his life, he didn’t need to worry about his loved and cherished ones betraying him.
Instead, Han was thankful for gaining the Creation ability. He felt like he could now be happy.
“Rise, my beloved Creation.” He smiled.
Han watched as she rose and showed him a face resembling fanaticism.
“Did the gods ever feel like this when they left their heavenly lands to be with mortal women?” Han wondered if he could be compared to those gods who created famous demigods.
“Is Helania able to bear my child?” The thought crossed his mind but was dismissed as something better left for a later time.
“Helania, summon all Floor Protectors to appear before me.” He ordered her.
“Your will shall be done, Master.” She bowed.
She opened her own personal menu, alerting each floor Protector to appear in the throne room.
Not much time had passed before the doors to the throne room opened, announcing the arrival of his floor protectors.
With how they positioned themselves, they somehow already ordered themselves, with Queen leading them. Their order was based on Queen being first, Anacolis second, Aracia third, and Minatoria last.
“I wonder if they decided the order based on when they were created,” Han looked at the sisters.
Though Han never specified which one was older, the older sister’s title went to Anacolis.
“The fact that the order was decided without my input…,” Han was more confident that things would work out even if he weren’t in the Stronghold.
Each of the Floor Protectors gracefully approached him. They lined up opposite Helania on the red carpet — kneeling before him.
“My beautiful creations. My Floor Protectors. I wish to impart my desires onto you.” Han took a moment to look at each one of them.
“Your desires are our reason for existing, Master!” They answered.
Nodding his head at their discipline, Han focused on the Floor Protectors.
“You four were created to protect this magnificent stronghold. Each of you will report to Helania, who will be in charge.”
Including Helania, “I shall soon be going out to explore the rest of this world.”
Hearing that he would leave the stronghold, all of them, including Helania, strongly objected.
“Master, please, you must not leave this paradise!” Queen implored, clearly distressed.
“Yes, Master, I agree with Queen!” Helania spoke up, pleading with him.
The rest of the protectors also nodded their heads to signal their agreement.
The way they feared for his safety continued to mend his broken heart.
“Even my best friends didn’t show this much concern,” Han mentally frowned at their memory.
“I will bring with me both Helania and Queen. The remainder of you will stay and guard this stronghold.” Making it clear that his decision wasn’t up for debate.
“You all can communicate with me, regardless of where I am. This includes each of you to one another. Before I leave, I will be eating my meal, and while I am eating, I want each of you to create ten minions that will work for you. If you need additional time, just let me know.”
After making sure they understood his will, he continued, “These minions will be restricted in their power relative to you. At the end of the day, you will lose the ability to create, so I expect you to be completed this assignment well before then.”
Looking at Helania and Queen, Han said, “Since both Helania and Queen will be coming with me, you two will be given additional time once we return.”
Returning his attention to the others, “Also, you will have the ability to entirely alter your floors to whatever you desire. You will be able to create new structures or what you feel is necessary. Unless I decide you do not require these skills, you will permanently have them. That is all.”
He signaled Helania to dismiss them.
The Floor Protectors walked out of the throne room to complete their tasks. Though they were concerned, they loyally carried out his will.
Looking at Helania, “You should also get ready for this journey.”
Thinking briefly, he smiled, “Also, let one of the waitresses know to bring me the dish I had a while ago. I found it to be very delicious. I will be in my chambers. Your chambers will be next to mine.”
He got off his throne and walked to the side of the throne room, where a doorway materialized.
Entering it, a long hallway looked similar to something at the Five Senses.
He imagined a door on the left side wall, picturing the inside to be a luxurious suite. A French door leading to his chambers was at the end of the hallway.
The reference of his chamber was the Ti Warn Penthouse at the Five Senses Hotel in Island City.
The only difference was that he pictured a forest outside the windows instead of the Island City. Entering his chambers, he was amazed at how picturesque it looked.
“This brings back memories,” Han took a deep breath to settle his trembling emotions.
Thanks to a friend, he could experience staying at the location a few times. It was also where he had met Beth. When he saw her, he was hanging out with some friends at a bar. She saw Han looking at her and walked over to greet him.
Their first meeting was what you’d see in a romance story.
It was ideal. They started talking about themselves and the types of nerdy stuff they were into — learning they had similar interests.
As the bar was getting ready to close, she hinted that she wanted to spend more time with him, so he invited her to his penthouse.
When she walked in, Beth was blown away at how amazing everything looked, and she commented on how she felt like a movie star.
He remembered them spending the rest of the night passionately enjoying the other’s company. The exchanging of fluids, panting, and endless moans of carnal desire.
Han raised a hand to his forehead, grimacing at remembering such things.
Seeing the room again did bring back some painful memories, but he remembered how loved he was by his creations, which helped calm him down.
He smiled and went into the central area.
Han sat down on one of the many leather chairs and reclined back — sighing at how comfortable it was compared to other seats he had been in.
As he was thinking about his past, there was a soft knocking sound.
“That must be my meal,” Han smiled.
Lifting a finger, he made the doors into the chambers open by themselves, allowing her to enter.
While listening to footsteps walking into the central area, Han was pleasantly surprised to see the waitress from earlier.
Since he randomly created all the supporting staff, though making sure they were all women, he enjoyed seeing her again.
After placing the noodles in front of him, she stepped back to wait until he was finished so she could collect the bowl.
Han took a moment to enjoy her beauty.
“Though she isn’t as voluptuous as Helania, I feel like there’s a girl next door appeal about her,”
He couldn’t help but enjoy how innocent she appeared as she waited for him to finish. Even if her breasts weren’t as large as the protectors and Helania’s, they were still enjoyable to look at.
“The outfit does well for her figure.”
Han held the bowl and enjoyed the taste once again. Though it wasn’t long since he had eaten, his stomach always welcomed good food.
“Have you named yourself yet?” He casually asked after slurping down some noodles.
“No, Master. Some other servants, waitresses, and chefs have given themselves names. Still…, I decided to wait until I found an appropriate one.” She answered while bowing her head.
Continuing to eat his noodles, he pondered how she looked similar to the waitress at his favorite Asian restaurant.
Pointing at her, “You will be named Brittany.”
Han considered how he enjoyed her company, adding, “Also, you will be my personal maid. Your duties will be to organize other maids to maintain my chambers. You’ll also be responsible for my meals.”
Once again, his eyes made their way back to her perky breasts.
“And fulfill any other needs I require from you. You will answer only to me, no one else.” Han commanded her.
Brittany’s face blossomed with happiness. Then, bowing her head, “I will do all you require! I offer you my body, heart, and soul, Master!”
At the last statement, her cheeks reddened, and she looked away shyly.
He continued to eat the remainder of the food while feeling a warm fuzzy feeling inside his chest.
Being a guy, it was always nice to have a beautiful woman make such a declaration. However, he guessed it might be slightly different, considering that she was created by him instead of being a naturally born human woman.
It made him think of movies where the characters create the perfect lady.
This led to him thinking about how self-awareness was one of the main driving forces of being human. So it didn’t really matter if she was naturally born or created.
Feeling content with the delicious food, he set down the bowl on the table.
Han got up and moved to Brittany.
The closer he got, the more he enjoyed the view. Han also noticed how her nipples were poking out from beneath her uniform.
Brittany’s reaction made him take another step until her breasts touched his chest. Her breathing became slightly faster.
Han leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Inform Helania that she should be waiting for me in the throne room. I will be busy for a moment.”
He cupped her cheek with his hand, feeling her smooth skin and the faint warmth from her blushing.
Placing his hand on the back of her neck, he pulled her towards him and gave her a kiss.
As though hoping for the outcome, Brittany’s tongue entered his mouth and entwined with his. She pressed her body against his.
“My Master,” Brittany passionately breathed out. “I’m yours. I only belong to you.” She moaned and continued, her body already ready for what would happen next.
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