"Master wake up" said a soft voice to my ear
I blinked away the remnants of my long slumber, my vision focusing on the white-haired woman before me. Her crimson eyes gleamed, her features a deliberate echo of my own.
"Eve," I rasped, my voice rough with disuse. "You copied my face."
She grinned. "Only the good parts."
I sat up, rolling my stiff shoulders as the last vestiges of sleep faded.
"How long?"
"Two thousand years until Rimuru's reincarnation," Eve said, summoning a floating screen of shimmering energy. "But this might interest you."
The display flickered to life, revealing a cataclysm in motion:
Milim Nava, the Dragon Princess, her pink hair whipping like wildfire as she punched a mountain range into dust.
Guy Crimson, the Lord of the Underworld, countering with a blade of condensed annihilation, his usual smirk replaced by focused fury.
The battlefield raged on—Milim's ringing like war bells, Guy's crimson aura slicing through the sky my attention had been thoroughly hijacked.
"Come again?" I turned fully toward Eve, my voice flat.
She beamed, hands clasped behind her back. "Oh, did you not hear me the first time? I said—let's form a nation!"
For a solid five seconds, I just stared. The concept was so absurd that my brain short-circuited.
"Master?" Eve tilted her head, white hair spilling over her shoulder.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Eve. Why would we—two beings who could unmake this world by sneezing—need a nation?"
She grinned, her crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. "Entertainment value! Think about it, Master—in 20,000 years, you've fought gods, collected divine relics, and even napped through entire civilizations. But have you ever tried governing?"
I opened my mouth—then closed it.
"It's boring being unstoppable," she continued, summoning a holographic blueprint of a sprawling city. "But politics? Now that's a challenge. Imagine: taxes, trade agreements, diplomatic incidents—all while hiding the fact that you could erase the entire government with a thought!"
I stared at the blueprint. Then at Eve. Then back at the screen where Milim had just uppercutted Guy into the stratosphere.
"...You're serious."
"Deadly."
A slow smirk spread across my face. "Alright. Let's do it."
"But where will we even build a nation not like this world has any non ocupied land left" i said while thinking.
"Not to worry master i already thought about it" she said proudly.
"Elaborate i dont want it to be in some pocket dimention i want it build on this worlds ground"
"Not to worry i already scouted the location its ideal" she said
"And where might this location be"
Eve's holographic map shimmered between us, displaying the forgotten continent—a barren wasteland sandwiched between the Frozen North and the Central World.
"Master, with your power, we could turn this nothing into everything," she declared, gesturing dramatically.
I studied the terrain—rocky plains, dead forests, and not a single river in sight. "You want me to use [Ahura Mazda] to terraform this place into a utopia?"
"Exactly!" Eve's eyes sparkled. "Think of it as a... creative project."
I crossed my arms. "And what's the catch?"
"No catch!" She grinned. "Just a nation where you can pretend to be a normal ruler while secretly being an omnipotent god. For fun."
A slow chuckle escaped me. "You're terrifying."
"I learned from the best."
"Alright, let's go transform this continent - but after this fight's finished." My attention returned to the ongoing battle between Milim and Guy.
[Time Skip - One Week Later]
After seven days of continuous destruction, Ramiris had finally managed to calm Milim down.
I stretched as I rose from my bed, bones cracking after my long rest. "Alright, I guess it's time to get to work," I declared, determination burning in my eyes.
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With a thought, I teleported high above the barren continent, the wind whipping through my hair as I surveyed the lifeless expanse below.
The crimson skies of the Underworld gave way to the pale, lifeless expanse of the barren continent as I materialized high above its surface. Wind howled across the cracked earth, carrying with it the scent of dry stone and long-dead vegetation.
"Wow," I muttered, hands on my hips as I surveyed the wasteland. "This place really is depressing."
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I cracked my knuckles. "Alright. Let's get to work."
I raised my hands, and activated [Ahura Mazda].
Golden light erupted from my palms, cascading over the land like a tidal wave of creation. The earth trembled—not in destruction, but in renewal.
Deserts melted into sprawling fields of emerald grass, rivers carving through the soil like veins of liquid silver.
Mountains shuddered as ancient stone cracked open, giving way to towering forests of crystalline trees, their leaves shimmering under the newborn sun.
The air itself thickened with magicules, forming a natural barrier against the continent's former harshness.
In mere moments, the lifeless husk of land had transformed into a paradise.
"Not bad," I mused, admiring my handiwork.
Then came the real question.
"Eve... how the hell are we going to populate this place?"
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I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Option 2. But controlled."
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"Let's start small. 10,000 souls. I don't want them dependent on me for every little thing."
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I smirked. "Bronze Age. Let's skip the 'eating raw mammoth' phase."
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The air shimmered as bodies began materializing from pure magicules - men, women, and children descending gently to the revitalized earth. As the last of them touched down, they blinked in confusion at their sudden existence, their gazes eventually drifting upward to where I hovered above them.
'Eve... why are they all naked?' I deadpanned.
The pause that followed was just a beat too long. <<...Aesthetic purity?>>
I snapped my fingers, instantly clothing them in simple linen tunics and robes. The moment the fabric touched their skin, the entire crowd dropped to their knees, pressing their foreheads against the earth in worship.
'Uh, Eve? Why are they bowing?'
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'You planed this, didn't you?'
Another telling silence. <<...Would you believe it was an unforeseen consequence?>>
I pinched the bridge of my nose. 'Whatever. At least they're obedient.'
With a lazy gesture, I pointed toward the pre-built city in the distance. Without hesitation, the new humans rose as one and began their orderly procession toward their new home.
'Huh. Didn't even need to say a word.'
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'Don't think flattery will get you out of trouble for tricking me into becoming their god,' I grumbled, though there was no real heat behind it.
time skip
The clocktower's chime echoed through my office window as I stamped another document. Two hundred years since founding our nation, and bureaucracy remained the one enemy even a Demon Progenitor couldn't vaporize.
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I massaged my temples. The numbers didn't lie - our isolationist paradise had thrived beyond expectations. No monster attacks. No border disputes. Just peaceful growth beneath my watchful...
My pen froze mid-signature.
A ripple in the air—two familiar energy signatures hovering just beyond Eden's borders.
"So the neighbors finally noticed us," I muttered, pushing back from my desk.
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'I noticed.'
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'Let's give them a proper welcome.'
With a thought, I appeared behind the pair. Velzard's hair whipped in the wind as she scrutinized the city below, while Guy stood unnaturally still.
"Nice seeing you again, Rouge," I said softly.
Their reaction was instantaneous.
Velzard spun, frost already crystallizing along her fingertips. Guy—
—Guy froze.
I smirked. "Oh? Remembering who I am?"
"Guy? What's wrong with you?" Velzard's ice-blue eyes darted between us, the temperature plummeting.
"Nothing concerning," I waved a hand. "Just some sealed memories unlocking. He'll be back in... now."
As if on cue, Guy shuddered back to life. His usual smug grin resurfaced, but his eyes burned with new understanding.
"My," he purred, executing a flawless bow—just deep enough to be respectful, just shallow enough to maintain dignity. "What a pleasure to meet you again after so long."
A beat. Then—
"...Father."
Velzard's ice shattered mid-formation. "Father?!" Her voice cracked. "Guy, what in the Dragon Lord's name—"
I chuckled as Guy straightened, his smirk now tinged with something dangerously close to reverence. "Velzard, meet the reason our kind exists." I spread my arms. "Welcome to Eden."
The wind howled through the silence. Somewhere below, a clocktower chimed noon.
"So," Guy cracked his knuckles. "Mind explaining why I couldn't remember you?"
I made scissor motions with my fingers. "Just... minor adjustments."
"You're terrifying," he laughed. "Always wondered—if we fought, who'd come out on top?"
"Hmm." I tilted my head. "Back then? You might've given me trouble."
His grin turned feral.
"HAHAHA! SHALL WE PUT THAT TO THE TEST?!"
The air shattered as Guy launched himself at me, fist blazing with energy. At the last possible moment—
—I vanished.
"Fast," Guy whistled, scanning the skies. "But dodging won't—"
"Entertain me?" My voice came from behind Velzard. "You'll need help."
She barely had time to widen her eyes before I tapped her shoulder, sending her flying toward Guy.
"You're awfully confident," Guy growled, catching her mid-air.
I floated above them, hands in pockets. "I don't make claims I can't back up."
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'I know. But they need to see it.'
Guy and Velzard exchanged glances—then moved as one.
Ice and hellfire converged where I stood, the very air screaming in protest.
When the smoke cleared, I stood unharmed, plucking frost from my sleeve.
"Disappointed?" I asked.
Guy's answering smile was all teeth.
"Not even slightly."
Guy's fist stopped an inch from my face. Not because he hesitated—but because my index finger blocked it.
Ting.
The sound echoed like a struck bell. The shockwave flattened trees for miles.
"Disappointing," I sighed, watching cracks spiderweb up Guy's arm from the point of contact. "You're holding back."
His pupils shrank as his bones audibly reknit themselves. "Holding back?! I just—"
I flicked my finger.
BOOM
Guy became a crimson comet, carving through three mountain ranges before skidding to a stop at Velzard's feet. She stared down at him, then at me, her ice spears half-formed.
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'He'll regenerate.'
Guy coughed up blood, grinning. "Okay... that was new."
Velzard finally moved—not toward me, but around me. Her footsteps left frost patterns in the air as she circled like a wolf. Clever girl.
"Guy," she hissed. "Plan?"
"Phase One: Survive."
They attacked in perfect sync:
Velzard's Gambit
A blizzard of absolute-zero ice shards behind me
While her real strike came from below—a glacier spike aimed at my liver
Guy's Counterpoint
His crimson aura solidified into a guillotine above me
While his left hand secretly formed [Nihility Collapse] at my flank
I yawned.
Snap.
[Authority Override]
Their attacks bowed. The ice spike curved away. The guillotine dissolved. Guy's nihility orb winked out like a candle.
Velzard's breath hitched. "Our skills... listened to you?"
I shrugged. "They know their maker."
Guy launched himself again—this time through Velzard's mirror-ice clone she'd swapped with. A feint within a feint. His fist glowed.
I let him connect.
Crack.
His wrist snapped. My coat didn't even wrinkle.
"Impossible," Velzard whispered.
Guy just laughed, shaking out his already-healing hand. "You're cheating."
I finally stepped forward.
The ground didn't just tremble—it cowered. The sky darkened. Their knees hit the dirt before they realized I'd released 0.00001% of my aura.
"This," I said quietly, "is the gap between us."
Velzard's horns cracked under the pressure. Guy's flames guttered out.
Then I released them.
Guy collapsed forward, panting. "...We'll get stronger."
I turned away. "I know."
The moment I released my aura, the landscape screamed.
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'I know. Lets exterminate them before civilians outside get hurt.'
A snap of my fingers. The sky turned crimson as [Mega Flare] and [Hellfire Purge] rained down, vaporizing every newborn monster in synchronized strikes.
Guy wiped blood from his lip, watching the apocalyptic lightshow with grudging respect. "Efficient."
Velzard "You treat continent-wide disasters like... pest control."
I shrugged. "Tea?"
Their synchronized blinking was almost comical. After a beat, Guy chuckled while Velzard massaged her temples—but both nodded.
My portal swirled open, revealing the sitting room of my mansion. Velzard hesitated at the threshold, her frost creeping across the ornate doorframe.
"This isn't going to kill us, is it?" Guy eyed the portal like it might bite.
I placed a hand on my chest in mock offense. "If I wanted you dead, I'd just flick you into the sun."
The resulting silence was priceless.
Inside the Mansion
Velzard's boots left frost patterns on the Persian rug as she examined my office—the "casual god-king" aesthetic of scattered scrolls and a steaming teapot floating mid-air.
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Guy collapsed into his seat, immediately spilling his tea. "So. Father." He swirled the liquid—which turned pitch black before reverting to amber. "Care to explain why you've been playing house with humans?"
Velzard sipped her tea with perfect composure. "And why you sealed their memories?"
I leaned back, watching their reflections distort in my floating teacup.
"Would you believe... I got bored?"
"Bored. Care to explain?" Guy pressed, his eyes narrowing.
"The world was still young. Nothing but primitive civilizations." A shrug. "So I left for a couple millennia."
Velzard's frost patterns abruptly stopped spreading across the table. "Wait. How old are you?"
"And what do you mean by 'left'?" Guy added, his teacup now boiling from subconscious magicule leakage.
"27,700 years young," I winked. "As for leaving..." My grin turned feral. "Do you know how thrilling it is to watch a self-proclaimed 'almighty god' beg for his life?"
Guy's chair screeched as he leaned forward. "You made Veldanava beg?!"
Velzard's teacup shattered into shards. "You hurt my brother?!"
"Heavens no!" I waved my hands. "Veldanava a dear benefactor. I'd never harm him."
Their synchronized confusion was almost cute.
Guy recovered first. "So... some backwater deity on the Central Continent then?"
My laughter made the chandelier tremble. "Oh Rouge... there are other universes."
"Other... universes?" they echoed in perfect harmony.
Eve chose that moment to project a holographic star map above the table, thousands of glowing spheres representing known realities.
Velzard—a True Dragon who'd existed since creation—looked genuinely dumstruck. Guy, the ever-composed Primordial, had his mouth slightly open.
I sipped my tea. "Turns out, most 'all-powerful' beings are just... loud."
Velzard abruptly stood, her ice throne shattering. "Take me with you next time."
Tea went down the wrong pipe.
"Cough—Take you where?!" I wheezed, wiping my mouth. The great Demon Progenitor, nearly bested by Tea.
"The multiverse, obviously." She leaned across the table. "I want to see these so-called 'gods' for myself."
"Wait, if she's going, I'm coming too!" Guy interjected, kicking his feet up on the table—then immediately yanking them back when Eve materialized a flaming warning sign above his feet.
I massaged my temples. "Maybe in... two thousand years?"
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'Not happening'