[Points: 5,919,256,663]
After pushing Mephisto out and dealing with the tyrant that was Vandal Savage I left SWTOR for a while. My mind was stirring powerfully as I contemplated on how powerful an adversary Mephisto would be. If Odin were a God King, Mephisto was several wrapped into one and had, as far as I knew, trapped billions or trillions of souls in eternal damnation so that power may be sapped from them. Reality Warping was a real consideration here and with so much danger looming there was only a single response that would allow me to fight back.
'I need to release my games to multiple planets in this universe and then branch out to the multiverse.' Strains of thought blasted through my neurons as the logical half of my brain rapidly processed and spread the answers it came to.
'My abilities also have to expand... Should I fight Superman so my Quirk can copy his strength, flight, regeneration and immunity from everything other than red suns and kryptonite?'
My fingers tapped away at the table as I considered the amount of power my Quirk could give me. All I needed was a way to be exposed to phenomena and I could gain limited immunity or complete resistance to it. My biology would upgrade to match my environment and every metaphysical power I gained would be smoothly increased and grown over time... This had already started occurring with my chakra and psychic power.
'Maybe get the flash to expose me to the speed force and see if my body could immediately adapt to it? Ooo, wait! Does my quirk work within my games? And if it does, does that mean I could create a Warhammer 40k game and expose myself to the warp and gain its powers!?!?'
I was too excited at the prospect, calming down and slowing down were priority from now on. Time was in my hands and finally tepid enough for me to act on knowledge and plans.
'Okay, slow down... First, my main way of making points is to create games, sell them and then have people play them. Ignore the sales aspect, go free to play, then simply have a game that never ends with a goal that is almost unreachable... But additionally, a theme or game that I could pull powers or other things from.'
My tapping fingers halted as I considered a once scummy type of game from China that I had played. It was focussed on a player 'cultivating' their character to the beginnings of Immortality and then moving into God-hood from there. Said game was filled with online transactions, but, if I were to create it, the game would be completely free. Effort and work would get you everywhere in the game and PVP or other social events could maintain interest.
'If I added skins from my other games to that game and vice versa, there would be motive to play the game.'
Brining my hand to my chin I stared down at the desk powerfully.
"That... May just work for a constantly active game. Tying it to Augma may also help massively. Wait! I could take the horror game made for the Augma and connect it! What if, the more scares and games you played in that game, the faster the 'cultivation'?" My voice spilled out as I started jotting down my ideas into my system.
'This will be awesome!'
Standing abruptly I teleported away to my Star Destroyer and requested the HK droids start working on producing my Augma. Vanishing again I appeared in Niccolo's office, his smile creepily glaring down at a computer screen whilst several attendants spoke on the state of the senate and parliament; both of which had been massively skimmed and replaced by supportive politicians.
"Margulis has finished enshrining the constitution of Australia. Every citizen now has the right to bare arms... All Illegal Immigrants and International Students have been given notice to leave immediately or be arrested and thrown out. Additionally, we have begun a full recovery of our industrial sector after ASIO cleared it of corruption." The secretary stopped immediately after she saw me, her hands trembling somewhat and her face widening in surprise and shock.
Looking up Niccolo blinked several times before standing immediately and walking around the front of his desk. The secretaries watched on, one in horror and the other in a confident smirk of derision.
Her expression was wiped away however as Niccolo immediately knelt before me and flourished his half cape, his auburn hair slick with some form of hair wash.
"Mistress! What is it you wish of me?"
Chuckling at the stupid look on the secretary's face I spoke up.
"I want to start producing my Augma Reality Visors. Production has begun on the Destroyer, but, I wish for Australia to export them to other nations... Begin with Russia and begin heavily tariffing all Western Nations."
"Thy will be done mistress."
"I am not finished... You will cut off all supply to China and begin focussing on the home front. Confiscate all Chinese properties and companies, arrest every Chinese Spy and businessman and do the same with every other country's influence."
He coughed slightly into his hand.
"Beg your pardon mistress... What if, I were to suggest and alternate course?"
I lifted my right brow slightly and nodded at him, the two other people present being silent as they could be.
"That would be?"
"Allow me to confiscate the docks and ports that are currently owned by them... However, I shall keep the businessmen. There are, fragments, of information that we could feed them that would be inaccurate but also satiate the need for knowledge."
'Oh, you sly fox...'
"You wish for them to, tattle on us, but with words and information that we give them?"
He smiled cunningly.
"Naturally."
"Do it. I still want you to cut off all free trade with China though."
He nodded is acquiescence, as if he was already expecting such a draconian order.
"As you wish... Is there anything else, mistress?"
I narrowed my eyes at the secretaries, one of them was writing this all down. I didn't like that.
"Take your second secretary, the one who looks snobby, and have her interrogated... I feel that she is a snitch and was recording our discussion." He turned with baleful spite, rising to his full height and stepping towards her as he grabbed the clipboard from her hands.
Turning it around he grimaced and almost spat at it. He didn't even look at her again, merely pointing at her and humming. In a moment an explosion of blue light touched her and then condensed her down into a small ball... She was now entrapped within a spatial bauble.
"I'll deal with this mistress."
"Good, then I shall begin my other plans."
I vanished once more as Niccolo picked up the spatial cage, scowling at it in anger.
...
Sitting down at my desk again I logged into SWTOR. I was still in the council chamber, though it was empty now. Looking around in mild expectation my heart beat faster. Plans would need to be accelerated and new actions taken...
Blinking away through the force I emerged in the Naval Dockyards of the Sith Empire's heart... Dromund Kaas. Before my floating form were thousands of newly made ships laying before me. All of them were combat ready but unmanned. Grinning mischievously I levitated downwards and landed on the command tower of the dockyards.
'System?'
{Yes Freya?}
'Can I take this entire fleet and then remake it with the reality engine?'
{Technically, yes. However! It is not suggested to do this too much or the engine will collapse due to entropy.}
'How many ships can be pulled and recreated before the engine gets even slightly entropic?'
{You can pull away these ships and recreate them once before Entropy would come to play and start cannibalizing pre-made components of the game.}
'Interesting... If that is the case, how can I create more games if it requires resources?'
{Points. Points symbolise the thought energy, concept energy and many other temporal, spatial, belief and cosmic powers of your players. The system quantifies these aspects into a tangible number which can be used to make games, items, summons or other such things. Hence why the 'time-played' of your players gives more points.}
'That is why selling my game works as well since money represents a time investment and a physical price...'
{Indeed. Points per Dollar is different dependent on how much the dollar is worth. For the USD, a single dollar has half of its worth stripped due to inflation and the system of usury prevalent.}
'Intriguing.'
I pulled my hand forward and willed the entire dockyard's worth of ships into my inventory, which I quickly replaced using the reality engine. The entire process was instant, but the whirring and roaring within my soul told me that it wouldn't be wise to do this more than once in a short period of time.
'Hold on system... If points make my games tangible in information, how is everything real now? I never made enough points to create everything down to a realistic standard.'
{Reality Engine Points fuelled the changes in all games. As it stands, you have 50 trillion Points still remaining of the original 100 trillion. These can be used to make games realistic just like SWTOR or Fallout.}
'I am guessing that to build that total up I need to earn more points and invest them in the engine?'
{Yes.}
'More points to spend...' I groaned as my soul 'logged off' SWTOR, re-emerging within my body as the presence of thousands of ships hummed in my mind from my inventory.
{Good luck}
Huffing I walked away and simply faded away, my form emerging on Mars. Oxygen wasn't present here and it was freezing cold but that faded immediately as my Quirk adapted me to space perfectly. My breath came back, the sporadic radiation and gasses filling my lungs and producing the same effect as Oxygen... It was as if I had turned into a chemical plant that could re-arrange base materials and phenomena into whatever compound was needed.
The cold receded immediately as my skin turned slightly shiny, my skin reflecting light within itself... The sun's rays were percolating through my being and warming it in multiplicative. No longer did I freeze nor was I stifled in breathing.
'Fuck I love this quirk!'
Looking around I found the Mars Rover, the little machine whirring away as small meteorites pelted it. Gravity was minimal here but my Quirk adapted me to that soon, creating a constant vibration within my body that granted me a certain level of exercise naturally. Walking over to the machine I grinned as the camera turned to face me.
'Hehe' I waved over to it and cracked my neck, my hands extending out before me as the entire space above immediately filled with battleships and cruisers. 'System, purchase droid crew for all of them... HK-14 variant, with priority on naval combat and strategy/tactics. Also, have each ship commanded by Separatist ST-Super Tactical Droids.'
{Done. Cost: 10,000,000 Points}
[Points: 5,909,256,663]
All of the ship engines activated simultaneously I felt the droids activate and begin spreading the fleet over the planet's skies, their deflector shields and other systems booting up as the sun burned with a brightness that could never be fully comprehended by people on Earth.
~ST 1 reporting to the Supreme Commander~
~ST 2 reporting to the Supreme Commander~
~ST 3 reporting to the Supreme Commander~
~ST 4 reporting to the Supreme Commander~
A thousand confirmations were sent via my system panel as each and every ship commander awaited my orders.
Cracking my neck again in nervousness and flexing my back in a similar way I felt for the chakra within me and super-charged it. 'Please work...'
{Shadow Clones will not stay stable at current levels, if you were to summon 1,000.}
'Purchase Chakra levels of the Uzumaki clan!'
{Done. Cost: 500,000,000 Points}
[Points: 5,409,256,663]
'Is it enough now?'
{1000 Clones can now last for 5 days away from you...}
'How far away is the Kree Empire and Xandar?'
{Estimated time to arrival for space-faring Sith Empire ships: 1 Day}
{This is taking into account the already pre-structured and designated warp lanes and the nodes of transportation that allow ships with any form of light-speed travel to instantly reach the intended sector.}
'Wonderful!'
Licking my lips and clapping my hands I extended my Chakra outwards and formed one thousand me. It was loud at first, with a fair few of me checking myself out and whistling. Some went as far as to slap the ass of another clone... I didn't want to think about that detail.
"Me!" All of them turned, staring at me. The urge to say 'One of Us' was immense, but I held it down.
"Our goal is to spread our games to every planet that is friendly to us. To the Tamaraneans, to the Kree, to Xandar, to Shi'ar, to Oa and finally... To Asgard!"
They all jumped up in excitement and high fived one another, several others nodding along more sedately. It seemed that Shadow Clones copied aspects of my personality. Worrying, but also reassuring in a way...
'System, could I teleport to them despite the distance?'
{The cost would be exponential it-}
The system cut off into a coughing fit as I felt my teleportation ability link itself to each clone. My quirk had solved an issue that my system was about to say was expensive. I felt like this was the start of a rivalry of sorts. Especially since my system hummed to itself a little.
{Your quirk has done it for you... Call me when you need actual help.}
'Wait!'
{What...?}
'I want to purchase magic from Harry Potter.'
{Done. Cost: 100,000P}
Gawking at the rise in price I started to peak to the system in a flurry.
'Why is it do expensive since last time!? It was only 10,000 Points in the past!'
{I would say: Sucks to suck... But that would be immature. The rise in price is in place due to the fact that this access includes the works of Fan Fictions and such made on your previous world.}
'ok... that is actually a good reason...'
{I am happy, that you are happy. Now, good luck with the rest of your activities.}
The system cut out fully now as all of my clones began exchanging places with one another, the ability seemingly extending to all of them at once. I groaned for the less than a second before my quirk adjusted the power and limited it only to the original, me.
'You are the best Apex!'
{*Scoffs*}
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