The shelter was complete, a small but effective refuge in the middle of the vast, silent forest. Elias stepped inside, inspecting the crude yet functional structure. He couldn't help but smile. His power to create was more than just a tool—it was the key to his future.
Now, let's see what I can really do. (Elias)
He sat down cross-legged inside the shelter, focusing his mind. The system responded, an invisible interface opening in his mind. It was like a game, but infinitely more real. The possibilities were endless.
"First, an army," Elias murmured to himself.
He had no intention of wandering the world alone. No, if he was to succeed, he needed strength. Real strength. He didn't want to merely survive this world; he wanted to conquer it, to bend it to his will. He could see it all in his mind—an army, vast and unstoppable, standing by his side.
His fingers brushed the system interface, selecting a set of parameters. "I need an army. Something strong, something durable."
The system hummed, and before him, a list of soldiers appeared—different races, abilities, and attributes. He scrolled through them, weighing his options. It was tempting to pick the strongest, the most powerful warriors, but he had to think long term. He needed numbers, variety, and, most importantly, loyalty.
Loyalty... Elias thought, a small smirk tugging at his lips. I can handle that.
With a focused thought, he selected a battalion of soldiers—strong, disciplined, and, more importantly, ready to follow him without question. A variety of species—humans, a few specialized soldiers with titan-like enhancements, and even some with magic abilities from other worlds. The system allowed him to pick their traits, skills, and even their personalities.
A wave of energy passed through him, and in a flash, a small army appeared in front of him. They stood at attention, their eyes glowing with the faint spark of life and purpose.
"Welcome to your new life," Elias spoke aloud, his voice carrying authority.
The soldiers did not speak, but they all nodded in unison, a silent acknowledgment of their new commander.
"Now, let's build." Elias's voice was firm. He could already feel the weight of the task ahead. Building an army was one thing, but a kingdom—his kingdom—was another.
He thought back to his earlier wish. The power of creation. That was the key. He could create anything, shape anything with just a thought.
The forest around him shifted as he focused again. In his mind, he envisioned a castle—massive, imposing, built to last centuries. A symbol of his strength. A place where his army would live and train, a base from which he could expand his influence across this world.
Let's see how big I can make this...
The ground beneath his feet trembled slightly as the power of creation activated. Trees uprooted, stones shifted, and the earth cracked as the massive foundation of a castle began to rise. The process was swift—too swift, some might say—but Elias had no intention of doing things slowly. Time was a luxury he didn't have.
Within minutes, the outline of a towering castle began to take shape. Massive stone walls rose up, reinforced by materials Elias conjured from the system. Towers, battlements, gates—all formed in an instant.
The soldiers, watching in awe, began to move into position, organizing themselves around the castle.
"Gather supplies. Start training. You'll be ready for whatever comes next," Elias commanded.
The soldiers moved swiftly, carrying out his orders without question. Their loyalty was already there, forged in the very essence of their creation.
Elias stepped back, taking in the sight of the castle. It wasn't just a fortress—it was the foundation of his kingdom, his empire. A place where he would rule, where he would be unstoppable.
He smiled, the thrill of power coursing through him.
This is only the beginning. (Elias)
With his army now assembled and his kingdom starting to take shape, Elias knew the next step would be crucial. He needed to expand, to gather more resources, more followers, more strength. He would conquer the land and the walls, but he would not be content with just that. He would reshape everything. The Titans? He'd deal with them when the time was right. The walls? They were nothing but an obstacle to be c
rushed.
The world would kneel before him.
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