Time flowed strangely when you no longer aged.Years passed, foundations rose, bases expanded, influence grew—and I remained unchanged. My body stayed youthful, strong, vibrant… ageless. It was a luxury only immortals enjoyed, and one we now carried in secret.
But remaining Alexander the Great—even a female version—was becoming increasingly inconvenient.
Kings did not simply live forever.Generals did not remain young decades after their supposed death.Rumors would spread, fear would grow, and eventually the wrong people would turn their eyes toward me.
So I made a decision—one that would shape the future of the Foundation forever.
I bought an anomalous artifact from the system shop:The Stone of Illusion.
A fist-sized gem that shimmered in impossible colors, pulsing with an almost sentient awareness. When activated, it could forge a perfect illusionary duplicate—one indistinguishable from the real thing. Voice, expressions, aura… even the warmth of skin.
Perfect for what I needed.
In the quiet of a hidden base, under the light of lamps I had invented, I activated the stone. My duplicate stood before me—my face, my posture, my legendary presence reflected back at me like a living mirror.
She looked at me and smirked.Or… I smirked.
"Ready?" I asked.
The illusion nodded.
And then the final act of Alexander began.
The World Watches a Legend Fall
Word spread faster than wildfire.The great Alexander had died—taken by a sudden, tragic illness. It was dramatic, believable, and perfectly executed. My illusion coughed blood, collapsed before loyal soldiers, and breathed her last with agonizing realism.
My armies wept.My generals mourned.Nations trembled.
Kings sent condolences. Enemies celebrated. Scholars wrote tragedies.
And I watched from afar, hidden beneath the Foundation's cloak of shadows.
I had orchestrated the end of a legend so I could be free to build a new one.
The illusionary corpse vanished the moment its purpose was complete, dissolving into mist as the Stone of Illusion reclaimed its magic. No body. No grave. Only myth.
The perfect disappearance.
The Foundation Claims Me Entirely
Free from the constraints of a public life, I stepped fully into my role as O5‑1: The Administrator. The true ruler of shadows. The architect of humanity's future. The mastermind forging the world beneath history's surface.
No more era-bound politics.No more armies to parade.No more throne for enemies to covet.
I now ruled from the darkness—ageless, unstoppable, and armed with knowledge millennia ahead of this world.
As years rolled on, our bases multiplied across continents. Secret facilities in mountains, forests, deserts, under rivers, hidden beneath trade cities… all infused with my early-modern technology and guarded by elite forces trained by Sun Tzu himself.
The Foundation was no longer an idea.No longer merely a plan.
It was alive.
And I, freed from the chains of mortal identity, could finally mold the world as I saw fit.