Have you ever sat down to watch a movie? A highly rated movie? You know one of those super good movies everybody talks about? But then when you get your popcorn all buttery and hot. Get a blanket draped over your legs and the room nice and dark. The show turns out to be a piece of shit.

The main character is a useless imbecile and you can tell where God put his hands everywhere in the movie. Like the MC was given a kiss by the Goddess of Luck? I’m sure you know exactly what I mean. Those useless, can’t get right characters that evolved to become badass but in reality they are about as useless as pennies when you are on the last leg of gas in your gas tank.

This was me right now, standing outside of my mobile home. Watching someone I thought was an accredited genius with more than ten years as intelligence service. His record was so amazing that people were hunting him down now. Hoping to invite him to become a part of something greater.

It was super easy for me to find him. He never stopped his old tricks. Old being he was kind of a pervert. How so?

Well, right now inside that mobile home were two girls that weren't the highest of ages. Though they were safe as they were eighteen but they had the loli body form. The underdeveloped body that makes you cringe upon seeing them in public.

Wait, I still cringed even now.

However, I could sort of understand his inclinations towards the loli’s. Anime was very popular and they loved to emphasize the beauty of a flat chest. The kind of flat chest that resembles young boys. Cough, priest would be so excited to watch an Anime parody with little loli tomboys.

Anyway, I could understand his bad habits. He was after all gay and was in a society that didn’t really appreciated males loving other males. Definitely the military where a bunch of males might end up in the same location, for months to years at a time.

It would be fine if they weren’t in the same open shower room with you. It would even be fine if they didn’t use the same open latrine with you. However, what about sleeping in a room with more than twenty bunk beds and everybody can see everybody?

It then becomes an issue. Definitely when you already have morning wood.

Not to digress, I was waiting for him to finish. Because I would not enjoy someone interrupting my fun time. Even though I also slept on my partners a few times.

But it's a different situation for someone else to interrupt your fun time.

Speaking of which, does this make me a pervert? Or perverted stalker?

I mean, I am standing out here watching and listening to another man enjoy private time with two partners that may or may not resemble men.

Maybe, I should go clear out the area to pass the time. He can’t hold on that long, right?

He only seemed to have evolved his brain and not his entire body.

I paced back and forth trying to decide if being pervert was a bad thing or not. I mean, there were worse stigmas to have.

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Wait, I’m God.

What does it matter what people think? I’ll just fry their asses and everybody else would shut the fuck up.

Just as I came to a decision, I heard him grunt and fall over.

I guess he was done. Mm, six minutes.

New record.

I banged on the door and chuckled when they jumped. He looked out the window and I waved.

Heard him mumble something about me being a bastard but I ignored a lesser man's insults. It took him approximately three and half minutes to grab his pants and put it on. Making it to his door and opening it to stare at my face with a mixture of shock and worry.

This was half the time it took him to finish his special activities.

He glanced up at the rain that was landing everywhere but in a two meter radius around me.

“You are?”

“The guy that wants to hire you to be my personal strategist. What do you say?”

He looked at me as if I was stupid.

“Are you from the government? Because I told them that I wasn’t interested.” he sounded kind of annoyed.

I glanced to the left. His eyes followed as lightning hand crawled out of the clouds, reached down and plucked up a nearby building before slamming it down on its opposite kin.

I turned back to him with a cocky smirk.

“How about now?”

He gulped and nodded.

“Did I say I wasn’t interested? I’m sorry I got my response mixed up. I thought you were a delivery boy. I’m very much interested in staying alive.”

I laughed and pushed him into his mobile home. Leaving the door open to let out some of this smell. I bet he was the anal fucker type that would always skipped over th…

Clearing my throat and mind I dropped onto a booth seat.

“I don’t have a plan and thus I want you to make one for me.” I tilted my head for a second and added. “I want to build a force similar to what the government has but centered around metas. Grabbed a laptop or something and I’ll send you the data on metas I tracked down and what they are capable of. Then I want you to create a plan based on that information.”

He ran a hand through his short hair before looking around the messy mobile. He dove into a pile of shit before coming up with a laptop. He opened and sat down.

It took me a second to condense all the data I collected and send it to him.

I glanced back, after he had put on a serious face and started skimming through the data at a pace much faster than my almost computer brain. Well, I guess I was like a window ninety-eight compared to this guy who was a linux user.

His two companions were indeed, loli’s or maybe they were just tomboys. Two brunettes with short hairstyles. One of them had tattoos from some gang that I remember hearing about for a while.

They had strong enough electrical fields that they could have been at least rank three metas. They didn’t bother dressing but they didn’t linger around long after seeing lightning flickering within my eyes.

Finally, my strat hostage responded.

“So, I compiled a list of metas with abilities I recommend for the city structure. According to the data you gave me. I’m currently going to need time to build a social structure that would be acceptable for future generations but if we base it off your power, which is what level?” he looked at me with expectating eyes.

“Possible rank five meta.”

He nodded, “right… So give me six days? But I can have a city blueprint up for you in about twenty minutes? I also have a perfect location that would make it best for you. I just don’t know how you are going to build a city though? Unless you cut it out of a mountain then have some tech metas build the stuff inside the casts?” He frozed, his fingers tapping rapid at the keys. “That could work. You have some metas that could reproduce a lot of technical stuff. I could build a few blueprints and all they had to do was produce the items.”

He rambled on and my mind started spacing out. But it felt good having a plan and goal. Well, having someone do that for me. Being overlord was going to be easy work. I don’t know why I didn’t do this before.