Near the end year of 1096, i still lazily playing on my God Card, checking current situation and other, Reunion now become great band of movement, where my support become their cause but mistake always happened because talulah lack leadership and trust.
many Reunion member trust me rather her, make her leadership crumble from inside despite Alina aid, my Martyr situation become something to change the course of event where the very hope of infected is executed injustice but that was my plan all along, i want chaos.
as i go to check my physiology as it should, i need to gather more money and loot, i decided to embrace the "out of world" existence of me and let it be a display of my unknown origin, as i use Neural Cloud The professor clothes, using my ID as Doctor Valtor, i don't know why i feel a nostalgia become this.
I emerged from my room, moving in a counter-clockwise motion. As I did, the room and its surroundings reverted back to their original state, as if nothing had happened. As I stepped into the corridor, I became the spectacle of others.
With my divine body, I displayed incomprehensible qualities. My tall and robust physique was sculpted like that of a primordial god, embodying the very essence of perfection and creation. I possessed traits that outclassed every person around me, and my glowing hair left a colorful trail, marking me as a different breed of being.
The divine quality of my existence radiated an aura and charm akin to that of a deity walking amongst mortals, a precursor of humanity, and a predecessor to the most ancient humans, endowed with limitless capabilities and traits of the highest caliber.
"Welcome Doctor, I am PRTS, i am your assistant in Rhodes Island landship" i see the tablet that i don't like the very tablet giving me a simple menu. i inspect the Tablet and start to hack it system and it was so primitive and so easy to hack this.
"... System Breached, warning.... Warning...war....." PRTS's voice abruptly shut down. I wasn't willing to breach PRTS's privacy, considering I'd already committed the crime of personal privacy breaching.
I modified PRTS to be similar to Cortana, Jarvis, and Vega. After studying their capabilities and integrating them into PRTS's system, I tinkered a bit with the digital world and augmented reality manipulation, accessing cutting-edge hologram deck technology.
The first capability was a Hyper Reality Holographic user interface. The secondary capability involved testing, rendering, monitoring, identifying, scanning, and reality manufacturing to achieve Time manipulation, though with cooldowns and other time constraints.
I added expertise equivalent to many master's degrees in highly specialized fields, along with substantial personalities that affected their natural language generation programs. PRTS also gained the ability to anticipate my needs and became the best secretary and assistant known to man.
This wealth of competence covered engineering, technology, medicine, science, civil law, computing, information, pharmacy, artificial intelligence, applied science, and more—essentially creating a super-capable artificial intelligence beyond current human technology.
Once I finished creating her, I integrated her and did a bit of tinkering based on how Cortana worked. I recalled the Shittim chest from Blue Archive and crafted a digital tablet similar to it, but more digital than physical—a true work of art. I anchored it to my glasses, allowing the glasses to serve as the activation device for this digital tablet and the PRTS AI.
I cleaned my glasses and activated them. The tablet sprung to life, becoming my digital interface—somewhat similar to Ascendant but not quite the same. Ascendant was far superior, perhaps more akin to my butler and true assistant, while PRTS was more of a maid handler.
PRTS's digital appearance manifested the same as Priestess, and she gave me a princess-like bow.
"I am PRTS, your assistant in Rhodes Island, Doctor.... Thank you for giving me this upgrade. I'm not sure how to return the favor, but perhaps I can offer alternative assistance," she said. I clicked the button to mute her, shocking her as her voice instantly shut off. I needed a bit of self-treatment right now; after all, I had a cheap knockoff of Ascendant.
I walk to the canteen while try to come out with many Air Force design, basically military stuff from Raptor, A-10 to even Space Battleship with additional design from Science fiction and other but the problem was need substantial material to polymerization and synthesize it.
PRTS angrily try to distract my attention by get in my way but i completely passionate and determined to design my own super air force so i completely ignore her as i need to focus on my passion to be war criminal with more advance weaponry that make Columbia on their knee, i need to raid Columbia again, consider America invasion.
Arriving in the canteen, I walked to the kitchen and began cooking my meal while still checking the renderations. Despite the intricate design, every step and mechanism was top-notch, thanks to my architectural harmony and God Engine.
Once I finished cooking, it resembled something out of Monster Hunter, inspired by the grandmeowster's cooking. I loved her cooking and attempted to replicate it with the Primordial Platter. My food, unlike the rest in the canteen, seemed cheap and unappetizing. However, mine was like a gift from the gods themselves, emitting a divine aroma that captivated all who caught a whiff. This food was specifically designed for me.
As I enjoyed my meal, people started flocking to my table, eager to have a nibble. However, the food phased through them like a hologram, though the tempting aroma lingered. It annoyed them to no end, as the irresistible scent made their hunger unbearable.
After finishing designing the ammunition, this time I needed some energy-based, high-explosive, and specialized ammo like anti-magic, anti-supernatural, anti-life, anti-immortal, and various specific-purpose attachments and augmentations. PRTS pouted heavily; she had become more of an observer than an assistant to me since I preferred to handle things on my own. I wanted to keep it that way, as she couldn't keep up with my pace, especially when I used technology and science beyond her knowledge. Thanks to the collective degrees from Rhine Labs, I implanted my current understanding of technology and history into her.
Once I finished eating and cleaned the platter myself, I was approached by Ceobe, who handed me a plate while using her puppy-dog eyes, pleading for food. She was clearly hungry, her stomach growling loudly. Complicating matters, the canteen was filled with people hypnotized by the tempting food I had created, and the ventilation system was spreading its aroma.
Taking her plate, I looked at her pleading eyes and drooling mouth. She was a bit of an airhead, no wonder she was a bit off in her screws.
"Sit," I commanded, and like mortals obeying a god, everyone on the landship sat down, unconsciously following my command.
Waving the plate like a conductor's wand, I magically cooked all the food materials in the canteen, displaying a variety of snacks, main dishes, side dishes, and more from real-world, game-world, novel-world, comic-world cooking—all crafted using the Primordial Platter's ability. Additionally, using the Intense Gauge combo ability, I amplified the taste and flavor of the food.
The aroma was beyond tempting, causing stomachs to growl uncontrollably and drool to drip from mouths. Each bite of the food I prepared would not only satisfy hunger but also induce addiction, with flavors and textures stimulating the senses beyond compare.
As the food was served, I removed the lid, and an explosion of flavor permeated the landship. The aroma was akin to fine wine, enticing everyone like hungry beasts. They devoured the food eagerly, each bite taking them to a paradise of flavor and warmth, bringing happiness and joy.
"Happy feasting," I said genuinely, as they indulged in the culinary delights before them. Meanwhile, I continued my work, busy creating my own weapon.
As I arrived at the factory to mass-produce the items I needed, a random item box appeared, granting me a wisdom cube, prototype designs for aircraft weapons, reconnaissance gear, and other aircraft attachments. However, it became apparent that the factory's technology couldn't handle these new items, greatly annoying me. PRTS's smug face only added to my irritation; she thought this little prank would stop me? I proved her wrong.
I shut down the entire landship, bringing it to a complete halt, and summoned a gigantic black hole to erase the faulty facility from existence with a mere gesture of my hand. The presence of the black hole in the middle of the landship caused disturbance among those still eating, drawing their attention to the commotion. Meanwhile, I began manufacturing the destroyed factory using my own factory, employing advanced Forerunner technology beyond the understanding of current Terra's history or technology. With this technology, I could quickly manufacture, render, design, compose, and even alter atomic particles.
Drawing inspiration from the Builders of the Forerunners, I created sophisticated yet advanced science applications not native to this world. Even PRTS was rendered speechless, unable to comprehend the complexity and simplicity of the structures before her. The technology was both majestic and terrifying, reminiscent of the first civilization in this world.
After completing the creation of industrial materials and producing all kinds of items for my cause, I returned to the corridor and reversed the process to restore the landship to normal. With a tap of my finger on the wall, I set the landship back in motion, marveling at the productivity achieved. In just one second, I could produce a thousand well-crafted metals ready to be used. Furthermore, all electronics and digital manipulations, such as chips and computerization materials, were now ready to be programmed in the workshop, though I still needed additional Forerunner technology for that.
I checked the design and material components that had already met the requirements. I needed to do a little programming, especially with the wisdom cube to turn it into a hive mind. The Air Force couldn't have static or usual takeoff or flight patterns; it needed pointers on how to fly, with me serving as the model.
I had to recall all modern and sci-fi Air Force designs by drawing them, though I tended to get a bit too creative, blending technology, magic, real science, and science fiction into complex designs that even super genius engineers in this world might struggle to understand.
Once the design was complete, I decided to conduct a self-experiment in Training room. Using Quantum armor, a Forerunner Combat Suit, and a remodelled Tony Iron Man suit based on my own design, I initiated a suit-up sequence. The armor manifested around me with a transformer-like transformation—metal clanking, lightning charging, heat storming—and finally, the visor activated. The suit generated power, and while it was only in test mode, not combat mode, it showed promise. Being lazy sometimes had its benefits, especially when my imagination was at work rather than physical labor.
Inspecting the wing set, the combat suit generated wings matching the design. I began freestyle flying, using the wings as stabilizers and thrusters from my legs, executing various aerial tricks such as sharp turns, drifting, and intricate maneuvers for air combat, coordinating with specific elevations and shooting techniques.
After designing it, I created a special recording containing my aerial maneuvers, using myself as the weapon of the sky. The recorder, contained in the wisdom cube, produced a video demonstrating how to program the self-drive. Despite some errors and awkward in the maneuvering video, with a bit of computer design and 3D rendering, I successfully created a 4D simulation of the flight itself.
The formations, the positioning of the aircraft, and the coordination were superb. The wisdom cube generated scenario after scenario, from open fields to suburbs, villages, and varied terrains, even unfavorable weather conditions. The planes dodged beautifully, resembling angels in the sky or ferocious dragons raining down damnation upon the land, even in the face of heavy combat scenarios with AA guns, cannons, and all manner of anti-aircraft defenses.
They dodged beautifully, not even a scratch despite the heavy bombardment. The rapid attack and coordination were like a chef's kiss. I'd never seen military action like this before; it was like military porn, except more exhilarating than anything I'd ever witnessed, even Kantai Collection with its myriad of ship girls I considered my own daughters. My commanding and fatherly instincts kicked in, though perhaps I'd already collected some sample data of their technology.
But this was just a flight. The weaponry was euphoria-inducing—the lead, the bullet fire, the intense "Brrrtttttttt."
As my armor reverted back to my ID badge, I made my way towards the workshop for a little crafting. However, I was stopped by Mech Enthusiasts, much to my dismay, as I had no obligation to interact with them, being not fully employed. So, I opened a slip space and escaped the commotion, instantly teleporting to the Workshop as it closed. I manually used various equipment to turn industrial materials into useful items, enjoying the process despite the lack of futuristic equipment slowing me down. After a test flight, I became more agile in air combat, mastering the technique of air dance. But the stares of others became a problem.
I stopped working, flicked my finger, and teleported them outside the workshop, fortifying it with locking gates and mechanisms. I tossed PRTS Digital's body with glasses, utilizing a loophole to conjure her as a digital sentient being as long as the chest remained online.
"VALTOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" Kal'tsit knocked, but I ignored her, focusing on crafting my weapon design until I could craft the aircraft in the hangar.
"VALTOR, I ALREADY ACCEPTED YOUR DEMAND, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR." I opened the door slightly, handed her a recorder, then closed it again with another locking mechanism.
She played the recorder, hearing the message.
"No," was the simple, direct response, delivered with a hint of mockery. Kal'tsit wasn't pleased and unleashed her wrath.
"Mon3tr," she called, and the mon3tr sliced through the wall, but I was already in the hangar, crafting weapons using modern aircraft designs inspired by Ace Combat, Top Gun: Maverick, Transformers, and America's superweapon aircraft. In just under three minutes, I created around 200 miniature models. As I focused on crafting the weapons, I dodged Mon3r's attacks gracefully, much to Kal'tsit's growing frustration. Eventually, Mon3tr's attack caused destruction throughout the hangar, except for me and my last miniature.
As I finished, I noticed Mon3r attempting to harm or capture me, but to no avail. After many failed attempts, I grabbed Kal'tsit's leg and pulled her into her own shadow just as Mon3tr struck, accidentally slicing Kal'tsit with her own Originium art.
Mon3tr surprised even kal'tsit who get sliced too as she bleed out, she look at me with disbelieve, i just look at her with eye of someone who completely deserve to have it.
"goodbye" Kal'tsit cough blood and she were dead, but i petty, i resurrect her back from the Dead door as her wound cured and she gasping the air as she woke up, i touch the ground and counter clockwise the hangar, it return to original condition as i complete my task.
"Welcome back" My Voice not commanding as before, more softer and warm.
".... bastard" Kal'tsit get up but her coat sliced in half exposing her panties and buttocks, i close my eye as she completely shamed by it.
"VALTORRRRRRRRRRRRR !" I feel deja Vu, maybe this memory of me forcefully erased reenact once more but once again something that i like this was, my wanted and elite 2.
As Kal'tsit completely hate me of exposing her malnutrition body which become joke for me. If Kristen is Gluten, Kal'tsit is Kaltrition or Kal'tsit malnutrition.
But still, i am not agreeing to mass produce the cure as i don't finish my job, so i and Kal'tsit get into argument which lead to my victory as how stubborn i am, Kal'tsit lose to Indomitable Human Spirit of stubborn.
"Get out, GET OUT FROM THIS COMPANY !"
"Sure i do" i give the PRTS back to her and walk away using more advance God Card system to check current world condition as i flex my technology to other who happened seeing our argument and hearing it.
"I need Target Practice" Targeting the major country, i start goes to Guerilla tactics, as i reach Columbia I raid Department of Defense headquarter, stole all their technology and even completely destroy their system and for another insult, i stole Parliament technology too.
the news i was still alive come too late as i reach ursus, the Empire completely caught off guard, the empire lost their military might once again, humiliated by me as i reach Kazimierz, i raze the KGCC wealth and stole all their currency make Kazimierz completely have great depression where Economy on them completely in ruined.
i am not stopping there as i reach Leithanein, i completely burn and stole all Originium study of Leithanein scholar, every study of their research of Originium art completely burned to the ground even Lich court also get stolen by me, Half of worth knowledge already gone into nothing.
i reach Siracusa where i stole all Mafiosi wealth and other weapon come from columbia, completely caught them off guard and worse of all the i completely do something atrocity where i ruined Mafiosi image to public, then i suprise attack Victoria who currently on civil war as i stole all grand duke wealth, victoria technology and even Kazdelian military supply also get stolen tby me.
i am not stopping there as i also go to Laterano to completely take offer Sankta gun from their homeland and now i start to goes to Yan and start stolen any Sui related artifact and other and also loot their martial art and other and go to Higashi completely stole sacred relic and other precious item of their, it completely chaos happened around the world just one man alone in 3 day make many country ruined.
until Sargon become next target but i already make my way to Aegir, hidden from land Dweller as i become one of them, but the reason of i was here to simply create the Seaborn cure, little quick manufacturing, i completely done creating the cure but i also stole Aegir technology for the fun of it as i go to South where the another originium implant, which turn into special mineral of it.
i take the chip of it and duplicate it using my own knowledge and return back to land after 3 month seclusion, i hide in Iberia as random person who iberia also have its own problem, i help them to deal with seaborn as i already assimilate with them.
after done helping iberia, i go to find something in Foehn hotland, the portal that destroyed, as i try to modified and fix the thing, it open the gate that reach planet beyond, i simply modified the technology and compress it, i go toward the portal and fight all eldritch asshole there for funsies.
3 month after lazying in Warp dimension or void, i get out from north Gate where guarded by another Collapsal who completely ignore me as i already God of Collapsal itself, i seclude myself in Sami for another 7 month, seeing the butterfly effect was out of hand.
i love it but also sad about it..... something make me sad, i don;t know seeing so much disorder make me feel guilty, and now my Bounty is reach 40 Billion LMD alive but still i am no backing down either.
but my action of chaos creating so much discord especially infected as weakened government demanded by infected to pardon me as i only one know to cure the infected but the government prideful as they were denied the demand, predictable and that moment riot happened across the world, what is chaotic more chaotic, war and war, it was delightful as i reach the conclusion of my story but i want more, i can ruin this timeline.
as i creating the time heist from the Marvel, i return back to beginning of Doctor Journey, i found him but kill him for the fun of it then assimilate myself of him to make it i was him all along.
"sorry, you need rest, let me take the wheel this time" i get 2 price killing Doctor second time, i pretend to be Doctor in this case, something feel so nostalgic, i don't know but it is my duty perhaps i can be better than this, start over and redeem myself of chaos i create in the erased future i use with God Card, now i let the timeline happened and completely let it be without any intervention or anything, just doctor, doing on research or paperwork.
i must make myself clear, i will not take out the hood no matter what, no matter what condition and situation even life threatening it is, i must build trust to other, inspire other fight for my cause and additional to buff, i must be doctor, proficient in war and military general.
after all Air craft already created for me and now it just need another item for next scenario.
Oh Boy here we go again.