There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World's Darkness so I Made One

It was too soon for me to graduate from college and become a member of society.

Freshman education in fury. The type of work is completely different from the description given at the time of employment. Even though it starts at 8 o'clock, I am forced to come to work at 7 o'clock. The time card was cut at eight o'clock in the evening before the show began. Overtime paid as a matter of course. Repeated holiday attendance (unpaid). A call that comes right after I get tired and go home. Irrational claims. Responsibility to be pressed. A cheap monthly salary that doesn't suit your needs. A slight mistake resulted in the customer being missed, scolded and the promotion revoked.

It's painful. It's painful, but humans are used to living things. After a year, I get used to my work and remember to relax and skip. If the junior enters, senpai's sardines and chores will flow to you.

After two years, life somehow began to turn around.

I went home to my cheap apartment late that night and took a beer out of the fridge with my mind untied. Throw your body on the sofa and put on the TV.

What I was doing was a late night anime. It was a fantasy thing. A monster boy who has been reincarnated from Japan, along with a beautiful girl dressed in a costume, said in the deepest part of the ancient ruins, "Such a...! This was the Earth of the Future! They're screaming. If you think of it as a fantasy, it was a science fiction, a development with a genealogy that continues from a monkey planet. But even such a visible development is usually interesting and regrettable.

That's nice.....

Crush an empty can of beer into a large golf ball and throw it into the trash can behind you with care. What is the difference between me and this hero?

I wish I could reincarnate the other world. No, you don't have to reincarnate. Whoa, heroin is riding giant bots and fighting dragons. Stupid bastard, if I were a robot and a dragon, I'd be a twist.

But it's okay, this....

I wanted to send this kind of youth too.

What makes you sad and lonely, watching a late night animation of gavagaba painting in one hand with a beer?

I certainly chose to live like this. I was afraid of famous taxes and did not publicize my thoughts with an emphasis on safety. I was afraid to stand out. The fear is probably a fact. But if you don't get into the tiger hole, you won't get a tiger. It is also true that you live a life of boredom and inertia because you did not take the risk.

Tears spread on my cheeks.

Are you sure you want this to work? My life. Are you sure this is it? Is it a social gear that can be used by your boss to do work that you don't like very much if you slip away, that can change as much as you want, and that will be forgotten if you die ten years later?

I repeatedly asked myself, and the heart that had disappeared in two years of social life lit up.

Fire burns into flames and burns out the stoppers of consciousness.

I'm sure I'll get it back.

That's right. I didn't have enough in me as a student.

It's an idea of reversal.

If the extraordinary routine doesn't come, I'll make it myself.

Create a different world than Earth. Create a cute and powerful monster. Create an elf or dwarf and turn it into another world. I have the power to do it.

I drank the second beer and stood up with determination.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I've made up my mind!

It's Desala. Ola!

I got it!

I did it myself!

It's a different world!!!

Okay. Okay.

Creating a different world, though, does not have the power of world creation in mind.

So I decided to create a dedicated star. Easy. Collect the stars with your mind and stick them together.

At first, I wanted to gather the asteroid belt between Venus and Jupiter to collide and merge to create a new star, but it seems that collecting all the asteroid belt stars is only 1/35 of the mass of the moon. It stinks of thinking about gravity issues, so it's good to have the same environment as Earth anyway. If you add fantasy ingredients to it, what a fantasy world.

After many thoughts, it became annoying, so I abducted about fifty world-renowned astronomers and doctors familiar with the life of the universe, and confined them to isolated islands in the ocean to make plans.

Steal and collect generators, computing equipment, food, necessary materials, and more. Whatever the World Wide Development Team wants, contact with the outside world is not allowed. The conversation gets complicated. The world is in turmoil with incidents such as the disappearance of prominent scholars around the world, the theft of supercomputers, and the total neglect of food stocks in restaurant chains.

I don't care about the confusion in the world. The world didn't give me any fantasy or science fiction. I should have cut through this fucking reality sooner. Fighting reality is ridiculous. It's hard to change reality. All you had to do was limit the boring reality and create a new one.

I'm not showing my face to a different world development team. It's all overwhelming contact. Initially, I had no development team left.

I told them what I think of the other world, I told them my mental specs, I told them to think about the path of the production of the other world. When the other world is complete, they will release it. I told them to prepare all the necessary things, but they should go home, but they are human rights violations, so I won't try to get to work quietly.

Some of them were afraid to work solemnly instead of being killed with their minds, but it was unexpected. I will not kill you if you disobey me. I can't use my psychic powers, damn it. I'm not small enough to kill with a pitiful little resistance like a human.

A member of the research team said he wanted to see his family, so he abducted them, and then somehow no researcher wanted to see his family or friends. Since then, everyone has been able to do their job properly, even though they are scared.

A few days after the research began to move in earnest, I was told by the other world development team that I lacked the range of mind. The range to Mars is not enough. Without at least reaching Saturn, we will not be able to secure enough material for the creation of another planet.

As I was told, I started a further range extension training for mental strength.

It's been a month since I had my first range extension training, and now they want my DNA. It seems that by analyzing it and incorporating it into the animal, we can try to create a monster with supernatural power.

As I was told, I provided blood and hair. Some of the researchers were about to wake up with psychic powers by transfusing their own blood into the cockroaches, but it doesn't matter. I mean, you don't have to do the costume anyway. You can do whatever you want. The important thing is to finally be able to create my favorite fantasy alien world with monsters.

Six months after the formation of the Transworld Development Team Kidnapping. Though entertainment, clothing, and food are adequately provided, it seems mentally burdensome to keep them researching in a closed environment, and I feel that the ethical tag of the team has come off. Maybe it was the decision to show the Special Forces rescue team where they sniffed it off with their minds. Some of them became Neuroses and started worshipping me.

I worship myself, but I'm not a god. A man with excess power in him.

The ethically debilitating biologist has surprisingly succeeded in producing psychic mice by culturing my cells, attempting to clone them, extracting certain components, modifying DNA, transplanting them into another organism, and exposing them continuously to an environment under the influence of mind for a long time.

Named "Argynon", the super mice seem to manipulate time, and only the clock occasionally goes mad among the observation equipment such as thermometers and clocks mounted in the breeding cage. The madness gets worse every day, so Arjanon's ability to manipulate time seems to grow just as much as his mind.

It's finally getting interesting. After all, we should have abandoned ethics and good sense and started the experiment this way.

One example of success was the early aftermath, and superpowers mice were created one after the other.

The law of awakening superpowers is unknown, with identical genes, and mice of the same age, weight, and condition are awakened to another superpower. There are many types of capabilities, such as freezing ability, firing ability, and healing ability.

"I would like to split the development team into two."

One day, Dr. St. Germain told me that he was playing life games alone in my dedicated prefabricated hut on a deserted island in the middle of the ocean while calculating something with his LCD tablet.

I don't basically face the development team, but Dr. St. Germain is the only exception to face me directly. Because it is more efficient for one person to have direct contact with me when collecting blood, transplanting cells, or attempting to regenerate a healing mouse that acts on the pulled bone marrow.

By the way, Dr. St. Germain is a mad scientist who founded Arjanon. I'm probably crazy too, so I can't talk about people.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll split it it into a planetary creation team and a monster creation team. That's more efficient. I will lead the two teams. How about that?"

"Isn't that nice?

Even though I have enough brains to graduate from a national university, I am completely different from the world's top doctors. If Dr. St. Germain thought it would be better, yes.

I know that Dr. St. Germain is using his direct contact privileges to assemble a development team in the middle of the day.

I also know that you are running cotton and psychic mice across your home country, the United States.

I know you're trying to disable and rebel my mind, whether you want to seal it or take it away.

I just know.

As long as I live in this boring world, I will swallow up the risk of being rebelled, dead or trapped. There is nothing wrong with dream fantasies beyond risk.

Dr. St. Germain probably knows what I know.

I don't know what to do if I know.

"... and so on."

Dr. St. Germain glanced at me with mysterious eyes and gracefully left.

Two years have passed since the development team was formed.

I was a multi-capable man.

By transplanting the cells of my genetic psychic mouse into me and taking the source of psychic power from the psychic mouse with my mind, I was able to make the psychic mouse's abilities mine.

At the same time as I am a mind user, I can manipulate more than 100 kinds of abilities such as frozen, flame, healing, physical strengthening, and acoustic generation. And they can train and grow their abilities.

No more food, no more breathing, no more poisoning, no stopping time, no more distortion of space.

It has become a rare being, but happiness or unhappiness or spirituality is still in the realm of man.

It would have been easier if I had gone completely insane. I am always in a state of total guilt when my mental tag comes off, but all I'm doing is guilty, and I'm human.

Therefore, even if you acquire enough power to become an incarnation of supernatural beings and falsely accuse God, you can still not abandon your thirst for other worlds and for extraordinary daily life.

Based on the plan of the development team, with an ultra-long range of minds covering the entire Milky Way galaxy, I crushed Mars, harvested water, collected the necessary rock mineral gases from the asteroid belt, Venus, and Jupiter, collided them, and sandwiched the sun to create a new planet in orbit opposite the Earth.

Rapidly advance and cool the burning red planet with time ability.

Millions of years passed in an instant, and the land of a planet with blue oceans was manipulated with mindfulness, releasing algae, lichens, herbs, and microbes, and time passed again. From time to time, whenever my balance broke down, including unexpected reproduction, I sifted my psychic powers and diluted, annihilated, and thrived inconvenient biota.

There was an unspeakable commotion on Earth between shattered Mars, missing Venus, lost asteroid belts, and a new planet formed by their paranormal convergence.

Only the U.S. government, which had fragmented information through Dr. St. Germain, was relatively calm. They say a new planetary investigation team has been formed as soon as possible, and the spaceship is being built at a rapid pitch.

In the third year, the development team moved from a deserted island to a new planet with a stable environment. It was easier to work locally, and it was a hassle to get rid of missiles, bombs, and negotiating teams that were thrown into isolated islands like regular flights.

On a new planet with a beautiful blue sea and lush landscape, the development team released mutants with superpowers. Giant birds with burning wings, whales with small island-like giants, stretchable bears, deer with golden horns… they will adapt locally, compete for survival, create their own ecosystems, and stabilize. I designed the development team to do that, and if it doesn't work, I'll make it work.

I watched dragons created on the basis of the Commodore dragon in a quick territorial struggle with giant inorganic organisms made of iron.

That day, the sight of my dreams became reality.

It will be done if it is done.

Two more years have passed since the creation of the new planet.

After several accelerations of time and hundreds of intellectual interventions, the fantasy ecosystem was stable and divided.

Two months.

A continent floating in the clouds and sea.

A dragon dancing in the sky.

This is a different world for everyone to see.

As promised, the finished development team let go. Ninety percent were happy to return home and the rest wanted to stay on the new planet for each reason.

I forgave it. It could be as useful as that. The other world should be a paradise for monsters, but humans are fine.

Dr. St. Germain was liberated, but for some reason he was still doing things like a secretary next to me.

On the grasslands of the largest continent on the new planet, I had a log house that was more sturdy than a titanium alloy. Dr St. Germain in white came to me with a cup of coffee next to me on the terrace rail, looking at the same blue sunset as Earth.

Beyond our gaze, a few people were walking towards us against the background of the sunset.

"Something....."

Dr. St. Germain moisturized his throat with cold coffee before saying:

"If something had been different, I wouldn't be standing next to you right now."

"I guess. If anything had happened, I would have been a research guinea pig in the United States, disabled by a doctor."

Dr. St. Germain did not deny it.

"Do you know Stockholm syndrome?

"Ah... it sure is. The hostages imprisoned by the killer, over time, their survival instincts somehow favor the killer."

"Yes, I don't know if that's what happened to me knowing that Sole existed, or if I had an irrelevant preference."

So Dr. St. Germain cut the words. I took the doctor in front of a few spacesuit units approaching the log house and moved instantly.

"After all, it's good to see our home country team first in the new heavens and earth."

Faces of the investigation team looked at us as they moved in an instant. Slightly, one of them stepped out a few steps ago and took off his space helmet.

A beautiful, breathtaking woman with long black hair smiled and reached out to me.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Hayagi Hayashi, representative of the NASA Solar System's 10th planet, the Star Survey Expedition."