Elexys Einsof. Born on June 9th 3000, so 06/09/00. Age 13. Apparantly have a powerful telekinetic ability. Orphaned at the age of five, his parents were killed by the hands of a robber in a dark alleyway at the back of a theater in front of him which triggered the awakening of his abikity which he lroceeded to use to atomize the robber. Inherited a considerable wealth rom his parents. No relatives. Granted a certificate from the Count of Sumera's Court stating that he could live by himself after some 'charitable donations' and have full access to his inheritance. A recluse, he schooled himself and seldom appeared in public. No one bothers with him for some reason…

Identity is a tricky thing.

Once in a while, you find yourself looking into the past and wondering: Was that actually me? Did I really do that? Was I so stupid?

But I suppose when the concept itself is as manipulable as a game avatar to you, it can only hold as much value as you give it to and the crisis it brings to all that is self-aware can only ever hope to graze the surface layer of your thought. For me to think twice about her at all would be enough to make Ms. Identity very happy and acknowledged.

After erasing all the records of my 'previous' identity and manipulating the memories of everyone involved, thus essentially remaking the narrative of the world itself — I now have this 'new' and convenient identity.

And now, chillin' like a villin' in my 'new home' atop the tallest mountain on the island, the Einsof Mountain, that resides at the Northmost parts of Sumera Island, right where that abandoned region where the park was.

To be fair, this mountain did not exist before. In fact, just as its name suggests, I just created it along with my 'new identity' a few seconds ago(to me at least). It is built directly on where that abandoned park was and the abandoned region of the city as well as some 'added terrains' which I just gave history, so to everyone else, this mountain and mansion have been standing tall for as long as they remember, which by the wording of, might just make it everpresent to some old fucks since time immemorial.

And of course, I now own the whole fucking mountain just because I thought it so.

It was only the other day, but with all the things that has transpired, it felt like it was an eternity ago when I was lying in what may as well be plywood with a blanket on top that the orphanage calls a bed beside a shit-smelling roommate who must loathe bathing and organizing his hairy-ass that's regularly 'attended' by the former orphanage priest…

And now I own a whole mountain hundred times the size of what was Everest and let's not even mention Elexium.

Oh yeah, that Old Nonce? It's a good thing it was so brutally fucked in the ass that half his body blew up bloody everywhere by what probably was his contracted Demon before he could get to me, unfortunately, my poor roommate's hairy shit-filled stinky ass was not as fortunate.

Well, I may have done a bit of 'clean up' of the orphanage before I fucked off from there, improving the conditions to a reasonable degree and sent a few deserving to their rightful place, which may or may not be to a very-real place called 'Purgatory'. No rest for the wicked I suppose, especially their holes and balls. Mn, I'm not Jesus alright, I don't forgive sins no matter how much you beg and pray for forgiveness.

Thus dismissing my usual identity crisis, which can no longer be a crisis but mere speculative wondering thoughts, by thinking about the art of crime and punishment, I checked for Time with Ms. Reality…

It's 5 am on the morning of May 31st.

I have nothing to do today as the entrance exam for the academy is still tomorrow which I debated whether to attend in the first place seeing that I already have my life figured out and living my dreams, but I figured I should at least attend to see what it's all about and I had nothing to do anyways.

Nothing to do...

Come to think of it, ain't I basically immortal now? Well, I guess I should start finding things to do for the rest of eternity ahead of me then.But for today I suppose I'll just do nothing but chill and play games as usual…

…As usual? No, chilling and playing games was the last thing the Matrons let me do in the orphanage. It was usually chores that I do, not chilling doing nothing.

As for entertainment? Before I became what I am now, I usually just played games in my head to entertain myself while doing chores. It's usually imagining scenarios in my head, doing all sorts of random mental math, or just straight up how I could annihilate a goblin or any monster of my 'weight division' which usually involved ball and eye-popping or ass shoving and dick chopping, but now that I could just do whatever I want including but doesn't seem to be limited to creating a whole different Continuum...

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I guess I should explore and familiarize myself with my new home first then. Well of course I engineered it myself, well I say that but really, but it was mostly Reality's hand that shaped it and I just said to her what I wanted like how many rooms, what features and stuff.

Having decided as such, I looked around the room where I am which seemed like the living room. It's circular in dimensions and is big enough to fit thirteen unevolved elephants, that is to say, it is at least 69 ft in diameter. Well, it's big enough I suppose.

Under my feet is that dark obsidian fur carpet I really like as it is rather orgasmic to the feet. The carpet was big enough to cover the entire floor of room. It houses the dark, sleek, ultra-comfortable, curved, reclinable, footrest-equipped, and even temperature controllable sofa above its center on which my ass is currently seated…

The sofa is arranged to face the massive holographically projected 10K Ultra Pixelated Television that covers the entire nortwest to northeast which what I will use to watch all those anime episodes I only got to watch bits and pieces of because of school and the stingy orphanage matrons.

The floor beneath the carpet along with the ceiling was a dark gleaming surface, the walls of the same material have a hexagonal design like the one's on the hives of bees and on those carvings depths are the gleaming darkness like a peek into the abyss.

For lighting, there was a chandelier thirteen feet above at the center of the dome-structured ceiling in the form of a beach ball size whirling atomic symbol. It's particles literally whirling around its axis and at its center was the bright yet not irritatingly bright lights that illuminates the entire room.

The floor, walls, and ceiling of the room were made out of Adamantium, a metal that comes in very small amounts from the very nucleus of extremely rare large stars that didn't turn to either a neutron star or collapse into a black hole, which was then refined and imbued by complex arrays of Magic as to not cause unwanted disaster, a gram of it cost a few hundred quintillions in the market. While the chandelier, on the other hand, was made from concentrated Heaven's Light which as its name suggests, is the light of the metaphysical place called 'Heaven' and is the first light of creation in that famous biblical quote, it's price is immeasurable.

The room, of course, is perpetually at a nice comfortable temperature a few degrees below 69 °F so I stay cool and my balls won't itch and sweat. The cool air itself was fragrant, subtly infused with a hint of the subtle smell of fresh air from the peaceful mountains, air which was not at all air but my All-Purpose Divine Sustenance or APDS for short which seems quite effective as I feel much more revitalize and clear minded since I started breathing it instead of air.

I then *flick!* my fingers, and as I had designed, neon lights suddenly invaded the room, my eyes beholding the cityscspe through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling see-through barriers in all directions except the floor, offering a breathtaking tableau of the cityscape in front relative to the sofa.

The hovering individuals are barely distinct at all from this far, the vehicles zipping through the neon-lit canyons all look less bigger than ants, and of course, the farms of skyscrapers, that no matter how far I am, look ever-so intimidating as they all spiral, some linear and most unlinearly, towards outer space itself, all much much bigger than my comparatively adorable mountain in height.

Turning to my back at the southern front, there's the vast Sumera Ocean and the various smaller islands on the horizon which all looks quite dark and misty depite all the light from the sky-penetrators, maybe because it was in the morning. Its looking quite ominous like Cthulhu would suddenly pop out at any moment's notice and take me from behind, which trusting this world's definition of normalcy, would be quite certain if I'm not careful….

And that's why I erected an impenetrable barrier around the mountain itself, and of course, to prevent peeping toms I made it so that no one can see the through the happenings in mountain even if they have some sort of all-seeing ability or something.

Essentially, my new mountain/home has become another one of the many proverbial and literal God's blind spots and if those beings has problems with that, it would do well to stay the fuck away from me otherwise we'll see if Gods do bleed.

Yeah... I don't know if I can take on a Multiverse-making God but lately I have a feeling that it wouldn't really matter if they be ants or Gods, I could stomp with the tip of my pinky-toe all the same. Though perhaps it's just the lingering feeling of invincibility after playing the army of abominations like they were ants in my hand-drawn circles.

Further 'testing' would be needed to confirm this sneaking suspicion.

In front of the couch is a coffee table made out of translucent dark diamond, adorned with a single black rose at its center that flickered about like it's made out of ehat seems like dark flames encapsulated in a crystalline dome at its center, but it's not made out of dark flames but a black hole which I shaped to be as such as it completes and maintain the overall mood of the room which is somber yet comfortable as it devours the harsh bright lights from the paranomic

On said coffee table, appeared a pitcher of all-natural carbonated grape juice made from some specially delectable grapes from the Cultivation World and a thick footlong wrap loaded with complimentary ingredients including sauces, peppers, onions, mushrooms, assortment of cheeses, but mostly filled with the divine steaks made from the best parts of a literal Holy Cow which was a type of cow made from cows that evolved cause of the constant presence of Angels on New Earth.

Making it so that no mess shall be made in the process of consumption and for the wrap to be perpetually perfectly warmth and the grape juice to be perfectly cool, I started devouring my high-protein breakfast.

I dont know about you, but I'll vist the rest of the rooms and their features later.

For now, it's breakfast time~!