On the 4th floor, he decided that he would need creatures that could quickly form a potent fighting force. Looking back at games, the one that stood out was a necromancer. He wanted a being that could instantly summon hundreds of thousands of skeletons and other related mobs, to bury those that stood in his way. Though he could easily wipe out anything, considering his broken ability, he liked the image of kingdoms and empires being overrun by the dead.
Han was always fond of horror movies, so movies involving zombies were his top choices. Throughout the floor, he created tombstones, mausoleums, dead trees, and other sinister looking objects to create the feeling of death surrounding those who entered this level. When he and Helania were teleported to the exit, Han began to build his powerful necromancer. Picturing a slutty looking woman with pale skin and white hair, he outfitted her in leather and gave her a broadsword and whip. Giving her the name of Queen of Death, he went through and outlined her backstory. Like all his creatures, Queen would be completely loyal and devoted to him.
The only difference with her necromancer skill was how she wasn’t weak to holy magic. She could, in fact, use divine magic, which was weird and unexpected. Han pictured what enemies faces would look when divine magic didn’t affect her at all.
Laying his hand on her cheek, Han said, “My beautiful Queen, you are not only in charge of protecting this floor, but you are also in charge of my armies.” Glancing to his side, he quickly created 100 creatures that were formed from shadow and looked like ninjas. Looking back at Queen, he informed her, “these creatures shall be your responsibility and, in addition to myself, will be controlled by you. They are created for the sole purpose of espionage roles. You will lead armies of the dead and swarm over all those who would stand in my way.”
Not moving away from his hand on her cheek, Queen looked dazed as she said, “For you, I shall commit any acts as long as it pleases my Master.”
As Han and Helania walked up to the next floor, Queen held herself as she thought about the touch given to her by her Master. Feeling empowered, Queen began summoning death knights, skeleton warriors, and skeleton mages. Though the floor looked more accessible than the one before it, the infinite number of death related mobs would overwhelm any that entered the level.
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Reaching the next level, Han thought it was necessary to have amenities on this level. He created on one side living quarters, hallways, and other items that made it look like an opulent hotel. On the other side, Han created a dining area that would put any Michelin Star restaurant to shame. With the wave of his hand, Han created a hundred maids that would make sure his stronghold would look immaculate.
Another wave of his hand created numerous chefs, sous chefs, waitresses, and other related food-industry workers. With his ability, Han easily created a room that would generate all necessary food ingredients. The entire kitchen was filled with fantastic cooking equipment and tools, to help the cooks prepare the meals. With each creature on this floor having their job-related skills and abilities, Han didn’t need to concern himself with the maintenance of this stronghold and could focus on more interesting tasks. Though he created living beings from his thoughts, Han wondered whether this translated to real food. Sitting down at one of the tables, he motioned one of the waitresses to come over. “Bring me a noodle dish with meat and vegetables in it.” He told the waitress.
“Yes, my Master.” She answered curtsying.
Waiting at the table, while his food was being prepared, Han wondered what his end-game would be in this world. Was there even an end-game? Could this experience be like one of those MMORPG that continued in perpetuity? The beautiful thing is that he could consider himself to be an administrator, and play by his own rules instead of living to the tune of some major corporation. He thought back to all those light novels, manga, and anime that involved an OP character and how often they would have some kind of restrictions placed on them.
With his hand, he casually created a beautiful rose that could be considered flawless. Would any of those people, who created those various mediums, have their main characters be this compelling? Those people were probably too concerned about their consumers, and not wanting it to be too dull. The rose in his hand symbolized the infinite possibilities in front of him. “Helania, I created this for you, to match your beauty.” He raised the rose to let her take it from his hand.
Her hand trembled as it brushed against his. “My Master, I do not deserve such praise.” Helania’s voice quivered with emotions, as she took the rose.
After the rose had left his hand, Han didn’t acknowledge her anymore as he continued to think about his plans. Footsteps could be heard as the waitress and chef approached him, presenting his meal. The waitress placed the dish in front of him and stepped away, waiting to hear his verdict on the plate. Materializing some chopsticks, he started to eat the Asian cuisine. The recipe reminded him of various regional dishes, a hint of Japanese, Korean, and Chinese. Everything seemed to be perfectly cooked and made him want to continue eating more. Within moments, Han was drinking the soup and emptying the bowl. “It was delicious,” he said to the nervous looking waitress and chef.
“We do not deserve your praise!!” Both of them shouted out, bowing nearly 90 degrees.
Waving his hand to acknowledge them, he got up and continued towards the stairs that led to the next floor. Considering how many stories he made this structure have, Han decided that this could be the last level. The nice thing about his ability dealt with if he changed his mind, then he could make modifications to the structure. He couldn’t imagine intruders being able to go through the three floors he created.
Though the structure looked decently sized, from the outside, each of the floors were the size of a large city. It felt like something out of a particular time lord TV show, where the inside was more significant than the outside. There could be nearly an infinite number of floors, and the outside would still look like a decently sized skyscraper. All his creations could teleport anywhere within the structure, so he didn’t need to worry about a transportation system inside. If he did create a transportation system, it would likely detract from the image he was trying to convey.
Arriving on the last floor, Han imagined a long hallway, similar to something in a royal palace. On either side of the corridor were statues of beautiful women, some of them in erotic poses. There were chandeliers repeated down the center of the ceiling, looking like they were created out of diamonds. The way they glittered took his breath away.
Walking down the hallway, he would make some minor changes based purely on his mood. When he decided that he had walked a decent amount of time, Han imagined a hellish looking french door opening made out of something similar to granite. Each door had an image of a beautiful woman, one of them looking like an angel and the other looking like a devil. Both of them looked like they were in pain, but their facial expression seemed like they were experiencing pure ecstasy. Around their necks was a metal collar, with a chain running down from the collar to where the door handles were. The size of the doors was enormous but slightly smaller than the hallway. He was hoping that it gave a sense of awe if someone were to arrive at this entrance.
Behind these doors would be a grand throne room, that would make any old throne room look like a linen closet. The doors open as Han walked towards them, allowing him to see the splendor of it all. If a god were to have a throne room, then this is what it would look like. There was a short hallway that led to an opening. On either side of the hall were fountains with magnificent statues. Listening to the sound of the water made everything feel relaxing.
A red carpet led to a raised floor, where an opulent throne sat on top. The throne was made out of a mixture of obsidian and marble that looked like something out of the Roman Empire. Arriving on the throne, Han sat on top of it and made it mold itself to make it comfortable for him to sit on. The feeling would be similar to a gelatinous seat that was formed enough, but let him lean on either of the armrests. He could probably sit on this throne for days, without feeling uncomfortable. In front of him, off to the side of the red carpet, Helania was kneeling with her head bowed.
“What do you think about my throne room?” He asked her, curious about her response.
“It is a fitting room for such a powerful and benevolent ruler. Truly fitting for our Creator, who rules us all.” She spoke in reverence, without lifting her head.
“Come to me.” He ordered her. Han watched as she gracefully rose and walked over to him. She appeared like the embodiment of sensuality. His arm would probably break from him patting himself on the back so hard.
As she stood in front of him, he was curious if she would react to sexual stimuli. Placing his hands on either side of her hips, he pulled her closer to him. With how submissive she was, he felt himself becoming aroused. He pictured Beth in his mind and felt anger rise from deep within. How could she cheat on him like that? Imagining how much she enjoyed fucking Sam made Han want to prove something. Leaning back on his throne, he looked at Helania and commanded, “remove your clothing.”
Helania’s breathing became faster, as he could see that she was becoming turned on. The way she was beginning to remove the maid outfit made him think that there was nothing comparable on Earth. Even porn was nothing like was he was watching, the way her breasts slightly bounced and jiggled after being released from the restraining outfit. Her hips tilted somewhat to allow the dress to fall to her feet. Aside from her hair and eyebrows, there wasn’t a single strand of hair on her body. It was completely smooth and radiated her desires. Leaning forward, Han had his hands glide up her thighs and move to cup her voluptuous ass. He could feel how supple they were, with a slight firmness from the muscle underneath it. The muscles seemed to ripple under his hands, as Helania shifted her weight. Han moved to kiss her flat stomach, tasting her skin on his lips. Hearing her say, “Master, that feels good,” made him want to continue. Moving his hand, Han proceeded to cup her breasts and groped them. Pulling on them, to make her lean forward, he placed his mouth on her left nipple and caressed it with his tongue. His tongue could feel how it was beginning to harden and become erect.
“Master~~~, I’m starting to feel weird and good all at once.” She moaned and placed her hands on his head. She pulled him closer to him as if she could envelop him and never let the feeling go away.
Several hours seemed to pass by, as Helania continued to fuck him. Finally, she came for the final time and fell back on top of him.
“You did such a good job, my beautiful creation,” Han whispered into her ear. She moaned in pleasure and cuddled into him. They both sat on top of his throne, basking in the afterglow. From how happy he felt, a part of him realized that this was the needed therapy to get over what Beth did to him. A portion of him just wanted to sit here forever and enjoy this moment, but another part of him wanted to see what the Kingdom looked like, the one they were currently in. Deciding to wait until after he rested for a bit, he leaned his head on Helania’s and went to sleep, a smile on his face.
When he woke up from his nap, he noticed Helania looking at him. Her expression looked adorable, the way she was smiling and, probably, remembering how intense they had sex.
Getting off of him, Helania walked over to where she previously was, and went to one knee and lowered her head while she was completely naked. “Master, I was unworthy of the gifts you bestowed upon my lowly body! Please, allow me to continue to serve you faithfully until the end of time!” She shouted, her voice overflowing with emotions.
The way she was loyal and devoted to him made himself happy. For the first time in his life, he didn’t need to worry about those he loved and cherished betraying him. Han was incredibly thankful for gaining this ability. “Rise, my beloved creation.” He told her and watched as she rose and showed him a face resembling fanaticism. Often in other religions, the gods would come down to the mortal plane and bed a human woman. Han wondered if he could be compared to those gods, who would lead to the creation of famous demi-gods. This led him to wonder if she was capable of giving birth, though he shelved this thought for a later time.
“Helania, you will summon all of the floor protectors to appear in front of me.” He ordered her.
“Your will shall be done, Master.” She answered. She then opened up her menu and began alerting each of the floor protectors to appear in the throne room.
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