CHAPTER 23 — Creation and Fame
After four hours of intense discussion and steady back-and-forth debate, the had shifted from its earlier atmosphere of scattered ideas to a more focused, productive environment. Papers filled the table. Drawings and diagrams overlapped each other, forming a dense map of theoretical buildings, zones, streets, and public structures. Jon, Carla, and Robert were exhausted but satisfied; their expressions showed the weight of concentration, yet there was pride in their eyes.
Thanks to Charlie's constant suggestions—and her unexpectedly sharp memory for entertainment-related structures—many areas Razan had completely forgotten ended up included. Cinemas, game centers, open parks, restaurants, libraries, and even spaces for public events were added after she pointed out their absence. Every so often she'd say something like, "Humans seem to enjoy this," or "This made people happy in the living world," and the three would immediately try to replicate it in drawing form.
When the final adjustment was done, Jon gathered all the papers, gently stacked them in perfect order, straightened his posture, and approached Razan with natural respect.
"Sir, these are the projects."
Razan accepted the documents with a nod and replied simply:
"Good work."
He rose slowly, stretching his shoulders, and walked toward the table Jon had arranged earlier. The space around the table was quiet—only the faint rustle of pages disturbed the silence. Razan placed the stack down and began going through each plan with sharp, careful eyes.
Memorizing the City Plans
He flipped through the blueprints methodically. Streets, elevation charts, structural diagrams, distribution of power sources, and designs for entertainment areas—each detail required his full attention.
Then he thought internally:
System, can you guide me so I can execute each of these city projects? Because they involve many things happening at the same time.
The system responded immediately, its tone amused:
"Well, are you asking me to help you like Rimuru's Great Sage?"
Razan answered:
"Exactly."
The system replied:
"Alright, host. I will help you control your power to carry out this city-creation project. But first, you'll have to memorize every layout and every blueprint. Don't worry: with your current power level, you probably have eidetic memory, so you shouldn't have any trouble with that."
Razan exhaled slowly, grounding himself. He accepted the system's requirement and began studying again, this time even more intensely. He scanned measurement notes, spatial layouts, and construction sequences. His focus was so absolute that his expression barely changed. His eyes moved quickly but precisely, as if absorbing each drawing into his mind.
Charlie, noticing how quiet everything was, approached curiously. She was about to ask why Razan was so concentrated, but Jon gently reached out, placing a hand in front of her.
"Princess," he whispered, "the lord is fully concentrated on memorizing every project, every detail, every measurement. He cannot be interrupted, or he might make a mistake when constructing the city."
Charlie blinked, realizing the importance of what Razan was trying to do.
"I understand…"
She stepped back, now watching Razan with silent fascination, wondering how he expected to build an entire city alone. Even in Hell, such an act was unheard of. Cities here were old, chaotic, built across centuries by countless hands—never by one individual in a single attempt.
Meanwhile, at a Distance…
Far from the construction site, hidden partially behind rocky formations and dead trees, a group of hyena-like demons crouched low, observing.
The largest hyena, the one clearly in charge, scratched at the ground impatiently and growled:
"We've been here for hours and nothing. No valuable information was collected. Besides the moment he summoned that giant thing to cover the holes in the ground, nothing interesting happened."
The smaller hyena, nervous and fidgeting, looked at him and asked timidly:
"Sir, how about we leave?"
The larger hyena immediately punched him across the head, making him yelp.
"And what are you going to say when boss Valentino asks for information? Are you going to say you got lazy because nothing was happening, so we decided to leave?"
The smaller one lowered his ears, trembling.
At that moment, another hyena, who had been watching through a cracked old pair of binoculars, hissed:
"Boss, look! He got up from the chair!"
The leader instantly turned his attention in that direction.
Razan Begins
Back near the worktable, Razan stood up and said:
"Well, I memorized everything. Now it's time to act."
But before starting, he turned to Charlie.
"Princess, can you fly?"
Charlie tilted her head slightly, confidence naturally radiating from her posture.
"I'm pretty powerful. Of course I can fly."
"Great. Then I suggest you start flying now… because things are about to get exciting."
Without hesitation, Razan opened a portal behind Jon, Carla, and Robert, sending them through it.
"Thank you for the hard work. I'll take over from here."
The three disappeared instantly.
What Razan didn't know was that, at that very moment, a reporter had been watching the entire scene from afar. She stood behind a rock formation with a high-quality camera, sweating both from excitement and fear.
She whispered urgently into the camera:
"Ladies and gentlemen, there he is! The dragon boy who fought the angel and caused all that chaos! There he is, at the scene of the battle! What could he be planning to do here?"
Hell Watches
In various bars, living rooms, casinos, alleyways, and office spaces throughout Hell, demons watching the live broadcast began voicing their own theories:
"He's here to celebrate his victory!"
"No, he wants to be alone with Hell's little princess!"
"I doubt it! He's probably here to lure souls into contracts!"
Inside a modern lounge filled with screens, Vox leaned forward, eyes narrowed as he watched Razan.
"What is he planning to do in that place?" he said aloud.
He turned sharply toward Valentino.
"How are the informants you sent?"
Valentino replied:
"Relax. They're already on their way back with more complete information."
Velvette, tapping her nails against the chair arm, added:
"But… what would he want to do in that place? Everything there was destroyed. There's nothing valuable left. It's just trash."
Vox said:
"I don't know. But he has a reason. A being who survives a fight like that doesn't act like an idiot. He wouldn't go to a useless place without a purpose."
Elsewhere, Carmilla watched with her daughters. Her expression remained unreadable.
"I truly don't know what to think of you," she murmured. "What are you planning, boy?"
On the reporter's broadcast, her voice rose in excitement:
"Everyone, he moved! He sent the others away—only he and the princess remain! He said something to her, and she's flying into the sky!"
Hell collectively fell silent. Something big was coming.
The Transformation
Charlie flew to a safe height, looking down.
Razan exhaled and checked his Acnologia Model: 43%.
After this, I'm staying put until I turn 18, he thought. I don't want to be an eternal child.
He steadied his breathing.
Then—he released everything.
A violent surge of energy exploded around him. His aura erupted upward like a column of dark purple fire, illuminating the barren landscape in shifting shadows. The air thickened, vibrating with raw pressure. Stones lifted from the ground, levitating around him before turning to dust.
Every powerful being in Hell felt it. Heads turned everywhere.
On TV, his figure was barely recognizable, swallowed by the dense, storm-like aura.
Razan breathed deeply and declared:
"The World of Trees… is born."
The earth roared. The ground split in massive cracks radiating outward. A low thunder-like vibration spread through the entire region, shaking the terrain as if a magnitude-8 earthquake had erupted from beneath.
Then it began.
From the center point where Razan stood, the ground bulged upward. A colossal trunk pushed out of the earth, thicker than any natural structure. It grew rapidly—hundreds of meters in seconds—until it surpassed a thousand meters in height. Giant roots extended outward like titanic serpents, sinking into the soil and stabilizing the monstrous tree.
Around the tree, a massive wall rose—dense, structured, and perfectly circular. It expanded until it reached 500 meters in height.
Inside this boundary, the roots transformed. They twisted and wove together, forming houses, walkways, multi-story buildings, and various structures from the blueprints Razan had memorized. Wooden surfaces grew smooth and uniform. Windows formed themselves from polished sap that hardened like glass. Streets flattened beneath layers of intertwining bark that shifted into even pathways.
A hospital emerged—a monumental structure of intertwined branches forming clean corridors and organized interiors.
A cinema followed, with curved walls shaped from living wood and roots engineered into acoustic-friendly shapes.
Then entertainment areas formed, complete with manifestations of benches, stages, and several large open parks.
Dust settled. The rumbling ended.
Silence.
Every sinner watching—whether in person or through a screen—stood struck speechless.
The New City
Razan, now in full transformation, lifted himself into the air. His wings spread, perfectly balanced, and he observed the enormous city below him. The colossal tree towered at its center like a guardian deity, its roots forming an intricate network of architecture.
Charlie hovered beside him, completely awestruck.
"When you said you were going to build a city, I didn't think you meant this way!"
Razan looked down calmly.
"Want to see how the city turned out?"
"I'd love to!"
They descended together, exploring the newly-created pathways, structures, and peaceful atmosphere the city radiated. Despite being made instantly, everything looked stable, organized, and almost artistic.
Hell's Reaction
Gradually, Hell snapped out of its shock.
Vox stared at the screen, absorbing every detail.
"As expected from someone capable of fighting an angel," he said slowly. "This is his ambition. That's why he showed his power. I understand."
Every major figure in Hell reached a similar conclusion:
Razan fought Adam to make one thing clear—
No one would dare interfere with his city.
Like that, the motive was universally accepted.
And now… all who watched waited for his next move.