It slowly started rolling. It was ridiculously slow, but I looked into the area where the airplanes were going fast. They seemed like they were going at forty-seven Kwants or so when they got into the air. After about seventy Hwashs, the airplane suddenly stopped.
I heard an announcement that everyone in the plane heard. “All passengers, we will be stopping, as someone is standing on a wing. I’m sorry, but this is a necessary precaution.”
“Dammit.” I swore. This was annoying, but it wouldn’t be much. I jumped off. I activated my skill, Flight. It was a basic silver-area general physical skill. I was hovering about five hundred Hwashs from the ground, high enough that I was covered by the clouds but could still see the plane with enough clarity I could see its movement if it moved at all, and what I mean by at all is I could see if one atom moved the smallest possible distance. It soon left the ground. I then followed it. After about a twelfth of the time the sun was up had passed, it still hadn’t moved much yet. It had started flying after about half of that time, yet it had yet to move more than I could run in a minute.
I threw it forward. Hard. I started running at its pace. However, once it increased in height by maybe a quarter, it stopped going up or changing in speed. It just went forward. The curve changed too. I figured that was bad, so I pulled it down and threw it like a javelin. There was a boom, but I was used to those by now. It was jittering too much at that speed, so I grasped it for a second.
Another plane came, and this one was much smaller, and gray. It seemed like it was trying to attack me. Something shot out of its middle. At me. It lit on fire for a second, but that did little more than annoy me. It seemed to have a lot of force for a weak no-level who hadn’t even thought to become a silver-section. A single properly strong monster lets you become a silver-section. Those idiots.
The pilot of the plane that attacked me was an idiot. Annoying a gold-section. Without a single level. I got to the plane. And I smashed it. Hard. I didn’t need my hammer. It was broken on the floor within the time it takes for me to run a lap around this tiny planet-I had calculated its size by the curve of the plane.
The plane to Washington D.C. was gone. Another plane came. An audio system said this to me: “Hands up. You have five seconds. If you do not surrender, we will use a nuclear weapon.”
I said, “What is a nuclear weapon? I do not care about those items level 40 alchemists make. They are of no use to me. I’m level 68. A level 40 weapon is useless. You surrender.”
It shot something at me. It knocked me back a small amount of space. It also did a bit of damage. I estimated it was 1,360,000,000,000,000 health. A laughable sum. It would take thousands to kill me.
It was not pleasant. It was annoying enough for me to draw my hammer. I struck the plane that shot me with a hammer. It fell to the ground so hard it blasted a hole halfway through the planet. A few more came, and just shot me-or tried. My hammer redirected all the shots. They fell to the ground, but I noticed something. It said U.S. Army. Once I figured out what the U.S. was, I’d destroy it. I didn’t like it.
When a dozen planes came, I started speaking.
“Ignorant troops. Tell me where the U.S. is, and when I raze it to the ground, perhaps I shall spare your life.”
They shot me again. I deflected the attacks again. It was a cycle that kept going on for quite a while. After they came maybe a dozen times, I turned invisible. The planes searched the area, then turned back to the U.S. I followed them. When they landed, I destroyed the entire base with one hit from my hammer. Then, attacks started trying to hit me. Of the same kind. I deflected all the attacks with my hammer, of course. Those slaves thinking they were on equal, or higher standing to a gold-section. It was better back in the old world.The rules were clear-cut and became less of rules, more of guidelines as you progressed into late-gold and diamond-sections. I could just barge into someone’s home back in the old world, at least in my town, and nothing would happen. Now, some idiot would try to stop me. It wouldn’t work. I turned back to normal form.
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I jumped high enough that I could see something. A no level was living in a very large white house with a flag on top, which back in the old world, wouldn’t have been acceptable. So I went to the white house. I smashed it. I smashed the entire city. An angry mob ran at me. I slammed my hammer into the ground. There was a shockwave. The city was mostly gone.
I rose into the air.
“Level 0s, do not attack me. I am level 68. If you cause me any annoyance whatsoever, I will kill you. I may be mortal, but if you think you can kill me, you are wrong. I’m impressed that you managed to make level 40 nuclear weapons, as no-levels, but they are mere annoyances. If you dare to annoy me, I will kill you. Don’t be an idiot.”
A few planes flew at me and released those nuclear attacks. I just deflected them with my hammer.
“I have already razed your piddling capital. If you want the world to survive, do not attack. I will not tell you again. If you attack, you simply die.”
I left. I decided I wanted to live in comfort, so I, knowing there was no adventure guild, asked a random commoner.
“Commoner. Where should I post requests for labor?”
“Whoa, whoa whoa. Take it easy, bro. This isn’t some simulation of medieval England game coming to life.”
“Enough. Tell me where I can place a request, or I will have you lift taxis.”
“Whoa, bro, that’s really extreme. Sure you aren’t insane?”
“If you dare to talk to me, a sentinel like that, you are insane.”
“Wait? You’re the Arcane Terrorist? You’re damn insane, man. How do you destroy an entire city with a single freaking hit?”
“Who is the Arcane Terrorist? I destroyed the city with one hit because the materials were weak.”
“The Arcane Terrorist is what people have been calling you, man. You don’t know? Bruh. The materials weren’t weak! There was a big reconstruction in 2026!”
“They were still weak. Anyways, where can I post a work order?”
“Damn. Hire some contractors.”
“Too complicated. That’s for weak people. I’ll do it myself.”
I started running. Fast by this planet’s standard, but it was just a jog. Within a few seconds, I reached an area I had seen was barren, and large enough for the base of a proper house. I focused on the spell. It was one of the few spells I had, but it was necessary. I put more mana than I ever had into the spell. I forced it into what I wanted.
A copy of my house was built. I had no idea how to make the spatial runes needed to make it look like a normal mansion, so I just built the true size. It massively drained my small mana pool. I had made it look like a mushroom. It had an arcanite “stem,” and the top, which was normal materials, was larger than the planet, so it was made of normal materials. Even arcanite had a limit. I just then realized how dumb an idea that was. I replaced the stem with stabite, which was as strong as Greatite. The only reason Greatite was better was because stabite had stupidly weak properties in everything else. It was a fine material for the foundation of the world capital, though. And yes, I did intend to take over this puny world. With the stabite foundations, I couldn’t replace the top, as it was too big, but I would enlarge it. Maybe I could use litite, which was usually used for extremely weak level 5 bureaucrats to cut soft level 30 ribbons. It was pretty weak, a level 55 material, but it was exceedingly light. Moving most level 35 weapons an inch would crush those level 5 weakling idiots, and litite, which was actually named for being light, was the only suitable material. Sure, there was undogite, which was a level 85 material with similar properties, but that was so expensive it was generally only used in the royal palace in the area for commoners, which were grand, but had to have nothing of proper strength. Once my mana had regenerated, I replaced the top. I built a basic antigravity enchantment that would make it so that this didn’t change the planet’s orbital cycles. I added a protangible enchantment, that would make this invisible and intangible to those without a hundred thousand perception. That had drained my mana pool so much a headache was coming on. Not to mention how much I had to recall. I decided to see if one of my favorite hobbies worked here: going in a mine, mining all the materials, then killing all the monsters.