People die all the time, tho' it is especially more numerous and gruesome in this 'very noice' world of ours.
Be it from the lucrative jobs of hunting monsters from extradimensional Gates, the highest levels of which contain Eldritch Abominations and all kinds of unimaginable horrors. Extreme 'natural' disasters worsened by all kinds of Forces that now reside on Earth. Alien invasions from outer space, mostly Galactic Overlords wanting to take over the Earth. The disputes among the many pantheons of gods...
And don't even get me started with Heaven and Hell, religion was already a mess as it was when the pantheons showed up, then the Biblical God didn't seem to wanna get outshined and so started a war on all fronts it did. The angels enforce the 1st of the Ten Commandments, while the Demons take advantage of the powerless by being all business-like and offering mostly unfair trades that would make them end up fighting in the frontlines of the bloody war.
The demons...
Come to think of it, I never met one even once despite my apparent lack of power...
Well, I have nothing worth trading for anyway, souls these days are just common commodities traded in the streets after all.
Moving on...
On top of all that, there are also malevolent Cosmic Beings that occasionally feasted on humans with great potential for Cosmic Power which was why I was apprehensive of them in the first place. Although, now that I think about it, I don't think my power is Cosmic in nature at all otherwise a feature of me like my hair or eyes would have changed and I would have felt the cosmic energy like I have a so-called '6th sense' as described in the books...
And I don't think it's Magical or Psionic either as I didn't feel something in the gut or the mind. Not Divine for I am not worship. Neither do I Cultivate the endless Dao. And even if I'm actually some sort of Conceptual Entity, I would have at least felt SOMETHING yet the complete lack of it and only NOTHING whenever I use my ability is something confounding.
I mean, even if some sort of Entity is very effectively gaslighting me into thinking that I have this ability and is playing with me, if it was cruel like that anyway, it might as well go all the way and make me feel so powerful that I'll be high as a kite. A kite which strings it shall cut rather satisfyingly...
But no.
I just feel nothing.
So just what the fuck is the source of my power then?
"..."
I'm tempted to ask Reality but...
Ahh! Fuck me in the brain! Just what did I say about questioning its fundamental logic? My Mind just can't help but wonder, can't it? The human Mind sure is erratic and quite random, it would probably cause me at some point.
So anyways, back on track...
Because of the dangers of this fuck-up world of ours, the Earth Empire's administration has ordered the establishment of many orphanages across its lands to accommodate the poor children who lose their parent's in this many a conflict.
Sumera Orphanage. It's the largest one in the island city of Sumera, an island which resides a few hundred miles away in the Eastern Seas of the Genesis Kingdom, with a building the size of a large six-story mall housing at least six thousand kids. It's also the orphanage that's been my home for the last thirteen miserable years of my existence...
On the second floor, in one of its many shared bedrooms for the orphans, I lay on my now extremely comfortable bed despite its look while blankly staring at the ceiling, making all sorts of simulations in my head with all sorts of plans I come up with as I choose the most feasible ones and throw away ones that would require me to either 'show off' too much or an inconceivable feat of authority over reality.
Eventually, I sat up on my bed and decided to head for a more private place as the stinky roommate of mine usually comes in around this time. So 'willing' myself out of there…
Instantaneously, I found myself inside the top of the slide tower in the abandoned park where I hung out yesterday.
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It worked~!
New means of transportation unlocked: Teleportation.
Yeeyah! My arsenal has grown again!
But real quickly right after, I took all the necessary precautions to make sure that no one noticed me, making it so that no one would notice I was away and supplant the memories of all witnesses be they organic or inorganic, even if there may be none. One couldn't be too cautious in this world.
After that, I finally looked around the moldy disgusting closed-spaced cramped tower which I made yesterday to be incapable of affecting me so I just ignored them but now that I feel like I'll be hanging out often in this place...
With a thought, I made the whole inner place as if it were brand new, all the grey and green molds were gone along with the century of dust and spider webs. It even smells nice and brand new, unlike the previous stink that's worse than my roommates, both of which I thankfully made physically incapable of affecting me.
But it's still quite cramped in here. Although I'm not very tall nor is my malnourished body big, I still need to tilt my head down quite a bit when standing. I think it's about three feet on all sides in size...
So without much thought, I extended my closed fist, and then I think of abstract thoughts as I've been doing all this time. Abstract thought which is usually a sequence of events that should transpire at my intent and not text nor words as I slowly opened my palm…
The very fabric of 3-dimensional Space itself was being stretched and expanded as the walls of the tower slowly grew far from me at the pace at which I opened my hand.
I marveled at the scene in awe as I continued opening my hand at a gradual pace in fascination…
So I do feel something if I want to.
After making it so that opening my closed hand would expand the Space of the room, I also added on an 'extra effect' which was feeling a slight resistance as I open my hand and it increases more the more I open it like there's rubber around my hand...
It's wholly superficial though. Still, even with just this, I feel far more 'psychologically' connected to what I'm doing, it really does feel like I'm the one doing it. It's just quite fun, I suppose.
I played around with it for a little while as I closed and opened my hand, sometimes gradually, sometimes suddenly, and eventually I just expanded it permanently as I locked the stretched fabric of Space in place. And now the interior of the tower is three times bigger than before.
12 feet in all four directions…
It's massive, much much bigger than the shared orphanage room at least.
Mn, secret base acquired~!
Having decided that this would be my 'base of operations' from now on, I made it so that no one would even think of entering this park ever again, abandoned and extremely filthy as it was.
Now then, as for necessities...
The first thing I made was a source of light in the form of well ...nothing.
Now there's light in the room because I said so, I figured that there is no need for bulbs or a light source if I could just directly manipulate reality as such that there would be lights regardless of the physical logic of it. Also, it does help me know if I could indeed bend logic to my convenience and would you look at that — I really can!
If Ms. Reality says is real(pun intended), there should be no photons, that is the very fundamental particle of physical light ...yet there is light. Brightly lit is what had become of this closed space which a moment ago only had the light from the thin rays of the sun from the small gaps in the slide hole and the entrance which I closed yesterday and left it as such.
Mn, I could at least do this much I suppose.
The second thing I did was add more breathing air with the highest chemistry of oxygen levels a human can breathe in harmlessly, so it got that subtle kick of the highest-quality air as if I was atop a peaceful mountainous region with lots of plants and trees. Then the CO2 I exhale also gets automatically converted into the highest-grade air I created along with what other particles that hang in the room's atmosphere.
The third thing came to me when sweat started dripping down my balls, so I lowered the temperature to a nice 69 F°. It's still in the middle of summer outside with a scorching temperature of more but not less than 100 F° and a structure made out of plastic isn't exactly known for being cool. I'd probably die of heat stroke if I got out longer than five minutes outside. The orphanage's inefficient, or rather, 'prioritized' air conditioning does not exactly help either. Well, I suppose it's a good thing I have my own base now.
So the last thing I did was to make a six-feet-long and three-feet-wide super comfy sleek black sofa in the middle which I immediately jumped and slouched on, starting my recovery from the heat as I also manifested a bottle of cold refreshing water with a bottle which I can sip even while lying down. Gulping the 500 ml contents of the thing in one go, I got up for a bit only to burp. I then lay back down and made all the sweat on my body, clothes, and on the sofa disappear along with dead cells and bacteria that may cause me to smell.
"Haa... that felt refreshing as fuck..." I exhaled then mumbled while I lay on my stomach.
I continued to silently rest for a couple of minutes till I finally felt rejuvenated enough as I sat up from the sofa and looked around...
Yeah... it kind of feels empty in here. Especially above, a 12 ft vertical is too much of an empty space to be cozy, so I just unstretched the Space till it was a nice and cozy 6.9 ft.
The plastic floor my foot is resting on also feels a bit off. So I made a soft, fluffy obsidian carpet fur to match the sofa's color and to pair with the walls and ceiling which I had turned pure white to remove that plastic-like appearance since the bright purple-blue-red color seemed a bit too bright. Reminds me of my childhood times, sitting at the park's bright structure like this one, watching all the other kids play while I sit alone, finding myself just blankly staring at the bright colors of its walls and ceiling in complete utter loneness and boredom...
Anyways... Mn, the carpet feels quite nice on my feet, maybe even orgasmic, and the white walls feel much better than the darkening bright walls I suppose.
Now then, turning the sofa into a recliner with memory foam this time and reclining myself in a really comfortable position with my arms resting on the armchair on each side, I lick my lips as a box of butter cookies comes into existence floating in front of me beside a cup of perpetually perfectly warm chocolate milk. A calming playlist of classical music then starts playing in the background without a source akin to the light.
Well, that should be enough to get myself nice and cozy.
Now let's continue what I was doing earlier.
A dozen or so minutes pass while I munch and sip while also planning in my head, and soon enough I decided on a course of action after emptying the two layers of the endlessly replenishing layer of the butter cookie box...
And so I started reading an interesting book called:
How To Enter A Nice-Ass Academy
By Yours Truly and Ms. Reality