I say I’d start but… Where do I start? I have no idea what exactly to build. What type of castle, or what kind of structure fits a being like me? I don’t have the slightest idea. And even if I had one, I don’t know how to build it. This isn’t Minecraft. Anything I build would crumble. I need more hands, and people who can guide me into building the things I need.

So, I need to work on my other Identities.

How should I do it? Going to go around donning multiple identities would be… what’s the term? Counterproductive. What might happen is I might be spread out too thin, and I might slip up. Acting and talking like one Identity, when I should’ve been acting like the other. What I need is….

“SHADOW CLONE JUTSU!” I shout, doing one of the iconic hand signs in one of the anime I watched.

Hmm… It doesn’t work…

“[Replicate]” I close my eyes and imagine cloning myself. In my logic, [Copy] and [Paste] are just two parts of replication. I imagine splitting myself into multiple copies of myself, like mitosis. I definitely feel myself splitting into many, one into two, two into four, four into eight, and more….

Wait… that’s too much, I feel my existence split into hundreds, thousands, millions!

“[Merge]!” I shout! Millions of bodies merge, Millions go back to thousands, then to hundreds, to fifty, twenty-five, fourteen, then seven.

I open my eyes, and see seven bodies in front of me, black, ephemeral bodies, with different colors. Just like my children, their eyes are Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Yellow, Purple, and there’s just black.

“Hello everyone!” I begin.

“Hello!” they all reply.

“You all know why you’re here right?” They all nod. I nearby tree and plucked 8 twigs.

“Okay! Then let’s draw lots! Whoever gets the shorter stick, wins!” I say, running back to them.

“Yokey-doke, what’s the first price?” Red says.

“Well, the first price obviously will be the hardest one. The baddie! They get to name the villain too.” I say, my clones go “oooh,” looking at each other.

“Yep! Whoever wins will be responsible for making this place difficult to live in. Making monsters and all that.” I say. Even though we don’t have facial features to make an expression, I can tell we’re all excited about this.

“Okay! Let’s start!” I put my hand out, the twigs in my hand, as my brothers pick their twigs, leaving me with one.

I open my hand and see that it is the long one. As much as I like the villain role, I think it’s exhausting for me.

“WOOOOO! YEAH, BABY! THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR! THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT! WOOOOO!” Blue shouted. He has the shortest one.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Show us the villain!” Green-eyes say, the others saying the same thing as well.

“Villain? No, I prefer Villainess!” Blue’s body morphs into a dark-skinned, black-haired woman, their blue eyes turning into pure black eyes, long demonic black horns growing out of her forehead, and long dark, dragon-like wings on her back. She grows soft shells over her body like a skintight suit. She then grows black, regal clothing on her body, similar to a cheongsam dress, with a cape or a cloak behind her, both with black and gold accents. “How about this?” She says, twirling around.

“If I have sex with you, is it gay or incest?” Purple says, which I smack his head in response.

“Damn, chill bro, relax. I’m just joking. Unless~?” I smack his head once more, and he moves away from me, rubbing the back of his head.

“Well, what’s your name?” I ask.

“Hel?”

“Not gonna happen.” We all say at the same time.

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“Lilith?”

“You’re not a succubus. So no.”

“Morticia?”

“You’re not going to disrespect Ms. Addams.”

“Persephone?”

“It’s alright, but you’re not the Goddess of Fertility. And Nameless is the God of Death, so no.”

“Hmmm…” She crosses her arms.

“Well, keep thinking of a name, and we’ll do lots for our second identity, the Merchant.”

We do the lots once more, with one of the long sticks removed, and once again, I got a long stick.

“Nice! I got it!” Green-eyes held the short twig up.

Everyone but Black is clapping. He must’ve wanted the position. I pat his back, smiling.

“Maybe you’ll get the guardian role. If not, I can just make something up for you,” I say. Black smiles back at me.

Green-Eyes began morphing his body to a…. kid? He looks like a 17-year-old kid. His green eyes remained the same, and he has green hair parted sideways, he has the typical wild west black business suit on, with suspenders, black slacks, and black leather shoes.

“From henceforward. I shall be known as Arthur, The Merchant.” We all clap, before turning to Villainess.

“So, have you thought of a better name?”

“Yeah. Vaciva, The Abyss God!” We all clap and cheer, as Arthur raises the earth to make two seats, one for him, and one for Vaciva.

“Okay! Let’s do it again! Now! For the Guardian! I think this is the hardest one, not the villainess, because your only responsibility is to guard and protect people, like a superhero.” Allowing Purple hold the lots, I take one of the twigs. I don’t check what the length of my stick is yet. (Giggity.)

“Oh, crap…” Purple shows his short stick. “Can I switch?”

“Yeah, I can switch with you.” Red hands Purple his stick. Then Red began changing his body. He takes the form of a centaur, bearing a spear and a shield, and behind him is a quiver filled with arrows along with a bow. He has fair light brown skin, and black hair. His red eyes became brown.

“Thank you for changing with me, Purp. I will now be known as King, Ruler of Combat.” He looks so smug while saying that. He moves beside Arthur, morphing his lower half into its human counterpart so it can sit down.

All that’s left is me, Yellow, Black, Purple, and Orange. There are still five people to have identities.

Hmm… I only planned for three.

“Let’s see… What if we develop the world?” Orange says.

“Yeah! Nice idea!” Purple says.

“Yeah, we need to develop trees, shrubs, flowers, and mushrooms. I’ll do it.” Yellow says. “I’ll be known as the horticulturist. A Dryad.” Dryad phases through the ground, and emerges as a green humanoid spirit, with feminine physical qualities, flying through the air, smiling and laughing.

“I’ll be a zoologist. I’ll make more animals and beasts and et cetera. The Beast Tamer!” Purple says. He copies my physical appearance. Ohoh, I look like an average porn addict. No discernable muscles, a chubby face, and it looks like l eat 4 whole chickens per meal. I said earlier that I had a little bit of fat in my belly, but I think “little” is the biggest lie that I have said. I mean, it’s cool and all, but I don’t think it’s a body that a beastman should have. Instead of just skin, Tamer has fur on his back. The pattern is similar to a leopard. His eyes changed to yellow leopard eyes.

Dryad sits beside Vaciva with a chair made of roots, and Tamer morphs into a leopard and lies on the ground in front of them.

That leaves Orange, Black, and Me.

“I don’t think Tamer will handle aquatic life. I’ll be handling aquatic flora and fauna.” Orange copies what Tamer does, copying my image, and adding gills, scales, and fins to their body. His eyes turned into blue, blank fish eyes. “I will be known as Aquarius. Just because.” Aquarius walks toward King and sat down on a root chair that Dryad made.

“Well? What should we do?” I ask Black. He crossed his arms.

“If Dryad handles the flora, and Aquarius and Tamer handle animal life… I’ll be managing the humans. I’ll be their leader. And you my friend, since you’re the ‘Original,’ We’re gonna give you all the time you want. But of course, we know ourselves. You can help us anytime you want, and we can lend you a hand.’ Black morphs into a white-haired old man, with a tall and lanky build, with fair skin. He wears a leather tunic and leather shorts of poor quality, with a large thick piece of wood as a cane. “You lots should call me Michael.”

“You can be anything you want. Of course, not us.” Michael adds, as they all laugh. “We already know what we’re going to do, thanks to you.”

“I’ll make the castle and the monsters,” Vaciva says.

“I’ll make a shop, and stockpile materials and products for my grand opening in the future,” Arthur says.

“I’ll protect the innocent, and learn and master war and combat,” King says, brandishing his spear.

“I’ll make sure that this world’s environment flourishes,” Dryad says, smiling widely.

“Aquarius and I will be filling the world with life!” Tamer says while Aquarius nods in agreement.

“I’ll lead the humans and make a safehaven, a paradise for them,” Michael says, walking towards the sitting bunch.

Now all that’s left is me.

“I will be the observer. The one who watches this world flourish, the recorder of this world, I will assist everyone in our goal, the development of this world. I shall be known as the Aleph, The Infinity, The Overseer, The Storyteller, The Origin.”

Silence…

“PUHAHAHAHAH! What the fuck, that was so cringe!” Tamer laughed out loud, slapping his knee, others followed his lead and began laughing.

“Damn! That was amazing. It’s like I’m seeing a birth of a Chuunibyou.” King says, smiling widely.

“Oh, fuck you, King,” I say, chuckling.

“Fuck you, Aleph!” He retorts.

“Wait! No fair!” Vaciva says, “You all need to think about your name, Dryad, Tamer!”

“Nope! We have no obligation to, dumbass!” Tamer flips Vaciva off, then suddenly a ball of dirt hits his face.

I never knew having friends like these is this much fun.

I wonder if Pira and the others are having fun, too?