(A/N: If you are aware of the addition of the Kingdombuilding genre in this fanfic, that's because from now on the story will heavily focus on the kingdom building part, of course I still didn't forget the chat group after all that's the name of the title and main topic of this fanfic)
Natasha stared hard at Rozen, her eyes full of curiosity and a little bit of 'no way.' "So, you jumped into the Path of Abundance and tried copying my power when you used it on the patients?"
Rozen nodded, looking at her with a mix of respect and excitement. "Yeah, pretty much. You're the powerful Abundance Pathstrider I know, Sister Natasha. Who else was I supposed to copy?"
Natasha's face scrunched up for a second. "Uh…" she mumbled, not sure what to say next. For her, getting good at Pathstrider stuff took years—long, hard work that didn't come easy.
Did Rozen figure it out that fast? Is he some kind of genius? How'd he pull off my moves in just one try?
She thought. Her mind wandered back to when he was a kid—always a step ahead, smarter than the other kids around him. A warm feeling spread in her chest, pride bubbling up for her adopted brother.
She let out a little sigh and gave his shoulder a pat. "Well, that's awesome, Rozen. That dream you've had since you were a kid—it's finally happening."
Everybody knew Rozen had been crazy about becoming a Pathstrider since forever. Even way back then, you could see it in how hard he pushed—like a fire nobody could put out.
"Thanks, Sister Natasha," he said, a small smile tugging at his mouth. Inside, though, he kept quiet about one thing: he wasn't a real Pathstrider yet.
They stuck around a bit, catching up on what happened while Natasha was out. After a while, Rozen got up. "Alright, Sister Natasha, I'm heading home."
"Watch yourself out there!" she called after him, her voice all cozy and caring like usual.
Rozen shuffled down the icy streets, his boots crunching through the frost. His head was spinning with ideas, all thanks to that 'Omega' power buzzing inside him. It felt like a key to anything he could imagine.
Should I fix the Stellaron problem now? With what I've got, it'd be a snap.
He wondered. The thought lit up his brain for a second, but then he shoved it aside. Nah, too much other stuff to deal with first.
He got to his place—a small, beat-up rental hiding in a quiet spot. The walls were scratched and plain, barely covered by his patrol job pay, but it was good enough for Rozen. He didn't need much, just a roof over his head.
Inside, he went through his usual after-work drill: splashing cold water on his hands, steaming up the bathroom with a quick shower, and throwing on some soft clothes. Then, with a tired puff of breath, he flopped onto his trusty bed. The mattress was hard as a rock, jabbing into his back, but he'd slept on it so long it almost felt like home.
For a while, he just lay there, staring at the little cracks snaking across the ceiling. His brain started wandering, tossing around all kinds of wild ideas. It was his thing—daydreaming after a long day.
Tonight, sleep wasn't happening. That 'Omega' power was buzzing through Rozen like a live wire, kicking out any tiredness and leaving him pumped. With a restless twitch, he sat up quick, plopping on the edge of his hard mattress.
He zoned out for a sec, just thinking. Then—bam!—his wandering thoughts lit up like a fire catching dry grass. A wild plan clicked into place, and he was all in to make it happen.
Let's save this planet!
The idea hit him hard, loud and unstoppable.
It'd be stupid to let this power go to waste when I could do something massive! Why stop at that? I'll take over this planet, make myself Supreme Emperor, and turn Belobog into the most awesome civilization in the entire universe!
This wasn't some random daydream. It came straight from those kingdom-building fanfics he used to gobble up—stories that got his heart racing with every page, showing a main character building an awesome world from scratch. He could still feel the buzz from those reads, picturing himself as the hero, watching his kingdom grow bit by epic bit.
No second-guessing here. Rozen jumped right in, his brain humming as he started figuring it out. "Okay, let's sort this," he mumbled, his voice a quiet rumble in the still room.
"First up, I gotta save this planet. The Eternal Freeze has it locked in ice—everything's frozen solid, killing off plants and making green stuff basically impossible." A solution popped into his head fast.
I'll whip up some tech to fix the environment. With what I can do now, it's no sweat—though grabbing the stuff to build it and putting it together's gonna take a while, especially since it's just me.
Then, a big "whoa" moment hit him. "Wait up! 'Omega' is like 'The End' but way better, right? It's got new tricks, sure, but the copying part's gotta be stronger too!" He squeezed his eyes shut, digging into his power to check. When they popped open, pure excitement sparkled in them.
"I was right! I can copy or nail down anything I've seen, heard, or even kinda know about—even stuff from totally different worlds! 'The End's' copying power is jacked up huge in 'Omega'!"
His brain spun with what that meant.
So, there's no power, skill, or random fact I can't grab now? This isn't just strong—it's fucking too OP!
A big, wild grin spread over his face, and before he knew it, he was laughing—loud and nuts, like he'd lost it. "Hahahahahahaha! Omega is too OP Boiii!!!"
When he finally chilled out, Rozen got focused, his head buzzing with a new goal.
Let's copy a cloning power. Which one…? Oh yeah—Multi-Paul's trick from 'Invincible'!
He dug up every memory—cool scenes from the show, sharp comic pages—and fed them into 'Omega.' The power kicked on with a soft buzz, and boom—a perfect clone popped up right next to him.
"Hey!" they said together, voices mixing like a double echo. When one moved, the other did too, totally in sync thanks to their shared brain.
"Sweet!" Rozen shouted, practically bouncing with how stoked he was.
"These clones are just as strong and smart as me. This is gonna make everything way easier! Let's ramp it up—maybe a hundred or so!" Being the original, he flicked the order out there. More clones started showing up, one after the other, packing the tiny room tight until it felt like the walls were closing in.
"Ugh, this place is way too tight…" Rozen groaned, squished hard by his clones. He hadn't thought it through—his tiny room was definitely not the spot to pop out a huge crowd of clones like this.
He sucked the clones back in real quick, then bolted outside. He needed somewhere empty and big—someplace safe to let all those clones loose without a hassle.
Soon, he got there—Rivet Town! It was an old, abandoned town, left to rot after the Fragmentum attacks chased everyone out.
He scoped out a wide-open spot, then double-checked with his Observation power to make sure nobody was peeking or spying from afar. Once it was clear, he started bringing the clones back out.
It went from 1 to 2, then 2 to 3, and kept going until—boom—100 people who looked exactly like Rozen were standing there.
"This is so weird…" Rozen muttered, his mouth twitching. Picture it: 100 copies of yourself, all staring right at you at the same time. Creepy, right?
"Ugh, let's switch up how they look—I can't deal with this," he grumbled under his breath. He tapped into the shape-shifting power from the Martian race in DC comics.
With a satisfied nod, Rozen checked out the new crowd. Now there were 100 different-looking people—some guys, some girls—but one thing was for sure: none of them were ugly.
They're my clones, so of course they've gotta be good-looking!
He thought, smirking with a little narcissism. Meanwhile, all his clones just stared at him, totally speechless.
"Cough! Alright, time to give you guys some jobs! Split into three groups—Biologists, Fighters, Engineers!" Rozen shouted, all hyped up. His clones jumped right in, doing exactly what he told them.
"Naisut! Biologists and Engineers, you're with me—we're finding a lab and digging into some research! Fighters, go smash every monster on Jarilo-VI!"
"Yes, Original!" the clone crowd roared back, loud and pumped.
Rozen nodded, grinning. "Good! Let's get moving!" Right away, everyone split off to tackle their tasks.
Rozen headed out with the Biologist and Engineer clones, hunting for an old, abandoned lab in Rivet Town. It took a while, but they finally found one. Oh yeah—on the way, Fragmentum monsters kept jumping them. No big deal, though—they wiped 'em out easy.
"Found the lab, but…" Rozen stared at the place, frowning. "It's kinda small," he griped. Still, what could he do? It wasn't exactly built for his group.
"Well, whatever. Guess I'll stretch this space out with the Herrscher of Void power and whip up some lab gear with the Herrscher of Reason," he muttered, sounding a little annoyed. Honestly, he'd rather have a perfect, ready-made lab, but if he had to make it work, fine.
Let the clones handle it…
Rozen, feeling lazy, waved at two clones to take over. They shot him grumpy looks—being copies of him, they were just as lazy deep down.
Once those two wrapped it up, Rozen and the rest piled inside. Nobody needed orders—they already knew what to do.
The Engineers got busy researching tech, using the Herrscher of Reason's power to make materials out of thin air. Meanwhile, the Biologists…
"Let's create a research serum to turn the Belobog race into something like Kars from JoJo!" Rozen declared, his face glowing with excitement. The Biologist clones joined in, just as eager.
They all knew the plan their original came up with was wild—almost unbelievable—but they were confident they could make it happen. And if they pulled it off? It'd be an incredible achievement!
So why was Rozen pushing such a shocking idea? The reason might sound a little silly: he wanted every civilization in the world to be amazed—and maybe a bit scared—of what Belobog could become.
Especially the Xianzhou civilization. They're famous across the universe as the "Immortal" ones. Plenty of other groups envy their endless lifespan but can't have it because of Xianzhou's defenses and Lan, the Aeon of the Hunt, standing in the way.
So, yeah, Rozen really wanted the Xianzhou people to feel jealous when they heard Belobog had perfect immortality—no messy Mara condition holding them back!
Just thinking about their envious reactions made Rozen laugh out loud, barely able to wait for it to happen.
The clones didn't need to talk to understand each other—their thoughts lined up perfectly. Rozen only spoke up to give it a sense of importance, like a big moment deserved.
Their plan for the evolution serum took shape in their minds. They worked fast to tweak it—improving things, fixing flaws, cutting out what didn't fit.
For example, Kars lives forever, but a super long life could make someone lose their mind from boredom or sadness. To solve that, they suggested a race with minds that stay young and lively, never slipping into depression or dullness.
Another issue was morality. Living for ages might change how a person sees right and wrong. Their answer? Make a race that always holds onto strong morals, no matter what comes their way.
Rozen and the Biologists kept going, refining and perfecting the race they wanted to create. When it felt solid enough, they started the research right there.
(A/N: Give me more stones! Because it will motive me more to write!!!)