After calming myself down and the adrenaline dissipated, I asked Ms. Reality what that fuck did I just let my impulse do, and from the response, well, let's just say...

My ability does not deal with exaggeration.

So I suppose it's a good thing I also made the barrier around the tower impenetrable.

But having seen enough of Nothing, I thus reversed the most abstract form of Time upon everything within, even myself, the fabric of Space-Time once again clothed the white naked Void which then started ovulating as the other elements of before returned from the True nondescript ineffable Nothingness and to its womb with flesh made out of Matter.

Eventually, I find myself on the swing, my memories of the erased causal probability still intact as I had made my Mind a single unbreakable chain of Narrative Continuum.

Anyway, enough about complicated words I barely know half the definition of myself despite my utterances of them if not for me asking reality what happened to itself...

Letting my thoughts run wild sure does take me on one hell of a ride.

'Well, I suppose I could do at least this much.'

I still could not fathom the limits that which I could use that sequence of words.

So far I was able to…

Summon a purple wrinkly-ass 8 ft alien fictional character who was known as the greatest villain in his Verse and have him foolishly dance the cha-cha.

Make things have unusual aspects like what I did to that bed.

Creating things from Nothing ranging from all kinds of foods that no others can sense to extremely precious metals like Dark Eventium and an entire fucking Solar System inside a slide tower made for fucking toddlers.

Change the weather by making it rain or turning the scorching plastic-melting hot summer into a winter wonderland.

Deceiving the Abilities of Telepaths and Cosmic Entities of possibly the entire fucking cosmic hierarchy.

Completely erasing things from reality.

Changing the weight of things like I did to my bag.

Manipulating and replacing memories of living things and inanimate things like cameras which I did to all possible witnesses of me using my ability and what I eventually also used on my roommate just to be safe.

Instantaneously crossing the distance between here and the orphanage, that now I think of it, may just be the same act as erasing and repainting myself in reality.

Grant myself unimaginable physical strength that only the word 'boundless' could begin to fathom it.

Acquiring any and all information about Reality from Ms. Reality herself, essentially achieving Selective-Omniscience.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

Erased a causal probability cause I messed up and made a small but quite noticeable hole in Ms. Reality's clothing, that is the fabric of Space-Time, which even a broken piece of, can divert the entire course of so-called Causality. Well, let's just hope she's not mad, cause that may as well be me stripping her bare.

Lastly and most importantly, probably my biggest feat so far, at least from a psychological perspective, is my ability...

To manipulate Fate.

I've been avoiding thinking about it for a while now but be it making it so that I'll never be late for school, making it so that I will definitely pass the Academy's entrance exam, or the fact that I reserve this whole park only for me by making it so that no one would be here and never even think of entering what I determine to now be my 'secret base' that is this Solar System inside the tower.

It's a terrifying and existential crisis-inducing ability, that's for sure...

Imagine constantly questioning if what's happening in front of you is only because of you, like maybe it's the inner desire or subconscious type of bullshit acting upon reality. For example, you suddenly get an opportunity to date someone you have an infatuation with, and the infatuation turns to love. You are under the impression that you love each other deeply, but at some point, you start asking yourself: 'Have I... done this?' Then you start questioning her love for you or what's even the meaning of love if the one who loves you may as well be a puppet without Free Will.

Yikes, just imagining it really does give one some existential crisis and maddens the bearer of the thought...

I have that kind of ability.

HahahaHAHAHA~!

What, you think I'm going mad? No, far from it...

I'm laughing because I don't have to deal with that kind of shit~!

I ain't a comic character, bitch~!

But how do I know for sure? I asked Ms. Reality of course, you know, the usual method of pulling information out of my ass and putting it in my head type of shit...

Apparently, my control is Absolute as I had made so the very first day I awakened.

No Will of mine shall be heeded without my knowledge of it.

And so, I once again wonder: Where does my limit lie?

Of course, I once asked Ms. Reality about it, but the only thing I understood from what she said is: It is what you say it is and that's what it is.

The fuck does that even mean? Either that's too vague of a description or it's the most direct possible description of it. Either way, I shall once again refrain from thinking too much about it…

Thinking stresses the mind, shaping its once pristine shape to misshapen forms that give it all sorts of stupid problems. In fact, I read in a psychology book somewhere that thinking is the primary cause of all 'natural' mental problems. Sometimes people are better off ignorant and blissful than knowledgeable and miserable.

With that in mind, I continue chilling while starin' upon the magnificence of my very own Sun that I made incapable of harming me in any way, shape, or form. Even if I'm directly gazing at it as it sets upon the horizon tinge in reddish color.

Soon I continue to randomly do all sorts of things on impulse as I let Time pass me by.

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Time passes...

Even gave her ass a playful smack every now and then to hurry her up on certain things.

Sixty minutes no longer only equal an hour, but a minute as well. I stare upon the two clocks above where the Sun that I suspend in a never-ending sunset was. I let the clocks inform me that three hours and three minutes have passed.

Passing a glance around me, upon the gargantuan cheap imitation of the gargantuan Mountain of Olympus on the horizon courtesy of my inadequate proficiency in controlling the intricacies of Creation which I opted out to manually do instead of being an instantaneous process like how with most things I create, as such I could actually FEEL it like I'm it's actual artist and not just someone who ordered it pre-made through a proverbial 'art store'. It took me three hours to make it with my limited proficiency in the arts and human-limited 'mental capacity', I mean just getting its colors right was challenging enough.

Opposite to the giant heap of magical golden turd is the Yggdrasil Tree that I used to test the limits of my 'true ability' and made it in the very instant that I thought of it, each of its nine fruits containing a sub-dimension that is the perfect exact imitation of the Norse Pantheon's Realms which all were quite the wonderful tourist spot that I couldn't quite visit before...

But now I have my very own and I even sat on the All-Father's throne which wasn't as comfortable as I thought it would be and rather ticklish with all that God Force writhing around my ass which I thankfully made immune to any and all adverse effect related to being exposed to vast amounts of any type of Power.

In any case, having indulged my artistic side and inner explorer, I let myself fall to the ground which was not at all ground but a vast sea of tangible clouds.

I suppose playtime is over for today.

I should go back to the orphanage before the matrons start calling for dinner. After all, the roommate only comes into the room when the matrons are about to do a roll call. And more than four minutes have passed outside since I teleported out of there.

Although I could just further widen the difference between the passage of time between here and the outside and 'explore my ability' a bit more, I think I've known enough for today.

So disappearing from where I stood, I appeared—