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(End)Bringing You A New Home! (Endbringer SI)
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Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Carving Out Land
Summary:
Alexander decides to outsource being a problem
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Chapter 12: Carving Out Land
-Tian Zhang (C.U.I Guard) POV-
To say things had been going poorly for Tian Zhang would be an understatement. Nobody truly wished to be a guard at one of the many internment camps set up around the Emperor's land. In his youth he had dreamed of working at his families farm, just as his ancestors had done for five generations. Alas that farm had gone up in flames when the corrupt parahumans had sought to take China for themselves.
His family had died then, and he was forced to soldier on alone. He had joined the Emperor's army, for he had little other prospects in life. It had been decent, at least for a while. Yes the work was harsh but he also had his belly filled and his needs looked after, which was all he could hope for.
He had closed his eyes to the many atrocities he was forced to take part in, quietly close his heart to the begging people who he knew had done little wrong. He had to, otherwise it would be him who was sent away to the camps.
So it was the bitterest irony that he had been sent there anyway. He was charged to stand guard over the prisoners as they worked the land, slowly succumbing to the radiation bathing the area. As far as he knew he hadn't done anything wrong to be sent here. Hadn't talked back to his superiors or disobeyed orders, no it seemed sheer apathy had him placed here.
It was starting to wear on him. In the army you needed to be constantly aware of what you say and who is near, otherwise you end up like Xin who was demoted from guard and forced to work alongside the prisoners who remembered well what Xin had done to them.
They had found his body strung up a day later.
In the camp there was nowhere to truly rest. You couldn't take off your protective equipment or you would begin to die. You had to keep a constant eye on your fellow soldiers and superiors because each and every one would betray your secrets for a chance of advancement out of this pit.
All the while the prisoners were present with nothing left to lose.
Tian sighed, the closest he would get to expressing his exhaustion and grief.
He only needed to wait five more days, and he would be transferred out of this horrific place. Hopefully to a rural village where he could expect slow patrols inspecting farmers and honest villagers.
As long as it wasn't here or Hong Kong.
A flicker in the corner of his eye made him turn in curiosity, only to find… nothing?
Tian chuckled slightly. This place was getting to him, making him see things.
"Hey Rui, see anything out there?" He gestured to the dark and gloomy forest. It was a bit of a joke between them, he would ask and Rui would answer with something completely ridiculous like 'a pink panda'.
Only silence greeted him.
"Rui?" He asked again. Had the man fallen asleep? Well it would probably be a good idea to wake him up before anyone else spotted him napping at the job, such a thing would also reflect badly on him.
He glanced around to see Rui missing.
His eyes widened as he desperately looked across the dismal concrete enclosure. Where had he gone? He was here just a second ago?
He reached down to his radio.
"Sir I think we-"
But he would never finish his sentence, for with a blur of light he disappeared. Leaving only a discarded radio on the floor.
-Many Miles Away-
Under the cover of night a sleek grey drone hovered above the ground, a manipulator arcing across the ground leaving ink in it's wake. Perhaps if the drone was aware it would have considered the wavy patterns beautiful, but it was not so it did not.
Instead it continued it's work. Meticulous and untiring.
The line of ink eventually met another as a fellow drone completed the line of ink that the other had begun. Neither drone made note of the other but both immediately ceased once the lines connected.
Then, with not a sound, they lifted up and away. Leaving only a still and quiet forest bearing arcane and intricate markings whose purpose was still unknown.
-Alexander POV-
All drones had been completed and sent off. They numbered in the thousands, and yet despite their quantity it would take them hours to complete their role.
That was okay, it would take hours for me to finish my part to play.
I had previously stated it would take ten hours for me to complete my masterstroke, and that was true but misleading. In truth there were two parts to his work. One would only take two hours while the other would take the remaining eight hours.
Because regardless of the city, the drones or the people none would matter without real defenders. I could build the most impressive fortifications and dedicate every waking hour to improving them and there would still be a random parahuman out there with just the right power to upend all of it.
Because each and every shard was utter bullshit, I knew this because I was also bullshit.
The Entities main method of gathering data was throwing whatever they could at a bunch of primitives and seeing what happened, and that sort of methodology required a truly gargantuan number of things to try out. Each parahuman was utterly unique in their power expression, even powers that appeared similar would be highly different in their exact mechanics.
Because the entities had billions of years of data to pull from, while I didn't. I couldn't plug every hole, couldn't tighten up every defence. The city I built would need to be able to fight if it came to it.
So the first part of my masterstroke would be designing their heroes.
Something that would be easier with my newest acquisition.
CyberPunk Level 1- A vision of a dystopian future focused on rapid technological change with poor living conditions and invasions into personal lives by the rush of technology. This level focuses primarily on technology that is the size of a person or smaller.
Unlike all the other Punk specialisations this one felt oddly grounded and whole, and more to the point I actually recognised some of the technology.
The Sandevistan, the Soulkiller, AI, Dragoon bodies and oodles of cybernetic enhancements.
This was all technology from the tabletop turned video game that was Cyberpunk.
Which was perfect, because now I had all I needed to turn my drones into weapons of mass destruction.
Their frames were filled out with a thought, and I painstakingly crafted their enhancements. Cybernetics reduced to a fraction of their size by my Nanopunk specialty, while the various drawbacks were resolved through the sutainable focus of SolarPunk.
No going cyberpsycho for my creations.
All throughout I whispered prayers and incantations, strengthening their forms and shielding them from esoteric vectors of attack.
When I was satisfied I was left with a dozen or so bodies that could casually achieve Mach speeds and juggle tanks with zero effort. Each possessed weapons that would match any tinkers work, and surpass it tenfold.
And yet I did not desire mere robots with the strength and speed to paste most parahumans. I wanted heroes, teachers and inspirations to the people who would grow up in the new Jinzhou. For that they needed personality and will.
I smiled as I began to sing of a Victorious Fighting Buddha, of an intelligent stone monkey that fought all of heaven. Of a being who gained immortality many times over and challenged the Buddha himself.
The idea coalesced and began to imprint upon one of the still and lifeless bodies, it jerked in place. The smooth blankness of it's face beginning to run like water, forming monkey like features. Smooth metal giving way to thick red hair, while the twitching hands quickly grasped the staff at it's side.
Rule number one of fighting a massive global power: don't allow them to do shit. Cut off their logistics, hit vital areas and otherwise being the most annoying jackass you could be.
I wasn't specialised in such a thing. I had lived a peaceful and tranquil life before all of this and even now I preferred to create instead of destroy.
So I decided to outsource the problem, and give the role to one of the most abrasive and powerful cockroaches in all of China.
Sun Wukong's eyes snapped open.
He looked at me for a short moment, before rolling his neck.
I simply smiled, already well aware of what he was about to do.
The strike hit me in my sternum and sent me rocketing towards the wall of my cave. Dust was kicked up into the air as I landed against the cold stone floor. I looked up, only seeing a last mocking wave as the red and gold form of Sun Wukong flew through the rock and dirt ceiling as if it wasn't even there.
I remained smiling, he would do what I wanted regardless of whatever happened.
Which was being the biggest distraction I could possibly throw at China, good luck trying to kill or control him!
I stood up and willed the dust away from my form, before stepping towards the rest of the forms to begin once again. These would not be so chaotic, they would be designed with a desire to protect Jinzhou whatever might happen.
I once more began to sing.
-Sun Wukong POV-
The monkey broke through the dirt, screaming victoriously at the rising sun. He stopped for the moment, taking in the barren land and the strange zing in the air.
Eh, whatever. He was hungry. Where could he find some decent grub around here?
The forest was clearly a non-starter, with how poisoned it was.
I sniffed the air and exhaled clouds from his nostrils, so great was his exhalation.
Sweat, blood and shit. There was a city somewhere close by, a rather rancid city by the smell of things. But it was occupied and where there were people there would be food.
'What odd Karma that I would be burst from rock into the world once again'
He shrugged the though off, just as he shrugged off the strange being he had just encountered. Too many arms in his opinion, brought up some bad memories.
With a mere twitch of his leg he had already crossed a hundred paces. Which was a bit embarrassing, he was clearly rusty from being sealed away for so long!
He licked his lips, already smelling the boiling fat and sizzling meat wafting from the rapidly approaching city. Oddly enough he could also see some massive palace in the distance.
Well that was good fortune, kings and gods always did have the best food, even if they were always perplexingly annoyed when he chose to help himself to their pantries.
Perhaps this one wouldn't be so rude?
He crossed into the city, throwing up dust as he rocketed through the streets. He could hear people shriek in shock before the sound was just as quickly cut off as he moved past them.
Was it just him or were these people weaker than what he was used to?
Well it's not like he ever bothered to check how strong the average peasant was in the past, nor did he have any inclination to do so now.
The doors of the palace were now in sight, as were the people guarding it. Oddly dressed figures flew in formation around the palace while two towering giants stood on either side of the gates.
'Ah, good. I did want exercise before my meal' was his only thought as he rushed to meet them. Before abruptly stopping just outside the palace, his staff held high in greeting.
Bah, he was growing soft in his old age, but perhaps he should try to use his manners first?
'Perhaps they'll let me in without a fight?' the thought had barely left his head when the lead guard, just now recovering from his shock, pointed his spear directly at his chest.
"Unidentified parahuman! You will surrender or you will be killed, kneel and accept the Emperor's grace!" the man yelled.
Geez, how many times had he heard that?
Sun Wukong merely smiled back, teeth bared in an unspoken challenge.
"Make me."
AN: Local Endbringer doesn't want to be an agent of chaos so he makes another agent of chaos to do that for him. (Fake) Sun Wukong is now present on Earth Bet, everybody scream.
TLDR: Alexander: "Woe, Sun Wukong be upon ye!"
Now was this the most ideal plan Alexander could have come up with? probably not. But he's rushed on time and peacefully settling things with the C.U.I was probably never going to happen. So Alexander throws a monkey wrench at the C.U.I and tries to save those he can.
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(End)Bringing You A New Home! (Endbringer SI)
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Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Through Other Eyes
Summary:
Sun Wukong plays Baseball
Chapter Text
Chapter 13: Through Other Eyes
-Renji POV-
He and Bai looked up, as the ground quaked and split. A figure flew through the opening with a grace that seemed at odds with his wild appearance. The figure wore vibrant and well made clothes, Renji wasn't familiar with Chinese fashion but even he could tell that much. But what truly stole the breath from his companions lungs was the rest of his appearance. Bright red thick fur engulfed the vaguely monkey looking man, and in his hand was a golden staff of truly immaculate design.
The figure had a wide, almost childlike, grin on his face as he looked around. His gaze settled on them momentarily, but Renji could sense that he didn't truly see them. Oh the figure most certainly knew they were present, but in the same way a man might notice a bug. He had deemed them irrelevant, boring even.
A part of Renji wanted to be offended by that, but the rest of him didn't much care what this beast thought of him.
The monkey man looked towards the distance, at something only he could see, and with a flicker he was gone.
Just as well, Renji could tell he was trouble just by looking at him.
"Was…Was that Sun Wukong" Bai spoke up, her face still locked in what Renji could only describe as incredulous shock.
Renji had no idea who Sun Wukong was so he could only shrug.
"Probably, my liege is capable of creating wonders. A barbarian like that would be well within their capabilities."
Her gaze snapped to him.
"She made him, ah so he's not Sun Wukong then. Just a copy." She seemed relieved at that, like the world had readjusted to something she was familiar with.
He hated to be the one who burst her bubble but…
"No that was the real Sun Wukong, sung back into existence by my liege." Renji stated.
Bai's gaze only seemed to grow concerned at that, as if he had said something truly foolish.
"You can't make Sun Wukong Renji, it doesn't work like that."
"My liege decides how things work, not anyone else." He simply retorted, stating a fact so fundamental to him the naked truth of it almost hurt.
He knew his liege. He knew the power they already possessed, and the power they would one day hold. Calling Godlike beings into existence was not something that was beyond them, and what do you call something that can trivially create gods?
Calling his liege a god was insufficient. Renji didn't quite know what they would become, but he knew in his very soul that they were something fundamental, something undeniable.
Bai seemed discomforted at his words, as if reminded of something. Still she did not say a word in return, content to keep her peace.
The wait was long, and the night seemed to go on forever. The silence was only occasionally broken up by the sound of very distant explosions. The sound was made inoffensive by distance and he listened in with curiosity. Was the noise coming from the same direction that brute had gone in?
Renji shrugged the thought off. It didn't matter, if this 'Sun Wukong' was making trouble for the Chinese then that was good for them.
Eventually Bai spoke again.
"How much longer must we wait?"
Renji considered the question. Given the amount of drones as well as the amount of camps Bai had mentioned it should have already happened. So either there were far more camps than she had known or something unforeseen had happened.
Both were equally possible in his eyes.
"Soon" he simply said. If they were still waiting in 30 minutes he would inform his liege, but until then they would wait.
The silence seemed to drag on, no further explosions shaked the night sky and he wondered briefly what had occurred in the distant city.
Then there was a flash.
A brief and brilliant white light that quickly coalesced into a confused and panicked looking man. Renji could see all the harried lines on that man's face, the prematurely aged body wrought with sickness and starvation.
The man was quickly ushered in by Bai, for he was not the last. More flares of light began appearing. First every ten seconds or so, but quickly intensifying until the clearing appeared to be a continuous beacon of light.
The next few minutes were a blur of frenzied commands and people shoving into one another. More than once he had to become involved in order to stop people from being trampled to death.
His liege was, Renji thought, a tad careless in their planning. He supposed it made sense, what would such a perfect being know of the frailty of mortals?
Eventually the light dimmed and then ceased, and they were left with a few thousand angry and confused peasants, looking around confused.
Renji stood up on a nearby rock, thankful he had taken of his Japanese inspired armour for it would not aid in calming these people. The murmur of the crowd intensified by their number until it seemed like a vast roar in his ear.
"QUIET!" He bellowed, quietening the crowd and making them face him.
Renji took a breath before continuing slightly softer.
"I am the servant of-" Renji hesitated briefly "-Yà lì shān dà, who has come to liberate you of our chains! Already she has removed your guards, and sent righteous justice against the capital!"
This was mostly true, though he was leaving out a lot. He didn't exactly approve of using Bai's misinterpretation of his liege's name but he could see the desperate hope in these people's eyes. They needed something to cling to, something larger than they had ever known. His liege could be that person, and if they gave due worship for their beneficence then that was all the better.
"My liege wishes to build a great city! So great will be its walls and bastions that never again will you fear reprisal! So great will be it its bounty that none will starve or want again"
None spoke up, but Renji could see the susurrations of quiet wonder held back by long held cynicism.
"I do not ask you to do anything but watch. Rest for now, lodging has been provided within." He gestures at the smooth metallic opening that had once only been mud and rock.
It took a moment but all eventually started to wander into the facility, too shocked or perhaps too beaten down to outwardly express suspicion.
Then a ripple of shock broke through the crowd as a large blue figure emerged from the entrance, their six arms hanging serenely in the air and a small smile lingering at their lips.
It was his liege.
He went to bow, but the invisible touch of his progenitors power forced him to stand.
There was a gleam in their eye, seemingly oblivious to the mass of people staring at them in awe.
"I've finished" they simply said, the grin growing wider on their face. "Which means it's time to get to my favourite part!"
Bai looked at him, confused and clearly wanting to know what was happening.
Renji already knew.
It was time to build a city.
"Are the other preparations done then?" He gestured to the legion of sick and underfed people.
His creator seemed puzzled for a moment, seemingly only now realizing the many eyes surrounding them. Then their eyes widened.
"Oh, yes! Their rooms should rejuvenate them to the peak of health!" They chirped.
There were murmurs at that, the crowd unsure whether to believe what seemed like a strange giant woman or to immediately find these rooms to test them out.
"Anyway, no more delays Renji. I already know Sun Wukong has made a big enough distraction, so now is the time!"
-The Emperor's POV-
He groaned, reaching up to his forehead. His head was pounding and when he pulled his hand back t was slick with blood.
"Aaaarrggh" he let out a pained sob as all of the sharp pain from his injuries came flooding back.
He looked around. His once pristine and beautiful palace was now a dusty and cratered mess. He coughed and tried to stand, only to fall back onto the floor when he found himself unable.
He wracked his brain, but found he could remember little.
Someone had invaded his palace, ignored his guards and then…asked for food?
He screwed his eyes shut in confusion. Had that actually happened or was he simply concussed.
…No, as ridiculous as it sounded he was fairly sure that was what happened. He had ordered the Yangban to arrest the obvious parahuman and then everything was a bloody blur.
He looked up, through one of the numerous holes that now littered his palace. He saw a flaming helicopter valiantly attempting to ease out of a death roll before it was swatted out of the air by a golden blur. He swallowed dryly, one moment it had been there the next it had vanished, destroyed with the same amount of effort one might kill a fly.
He looked down through yet another hole, there were far too many, and saw the parahuman who had done this. Who had stood up to him and carelessly thrown his city into turmoil. The thought was enough for him to grit his teeth.
The mockery of Sun Wukong was wildly waving his staff through the air with one arm, the other arm was being used to stuff his face with food from a buffet table.
Did he seriously drag a buffet table outside the palace while he was being attacked?
The parahuman was laughing, and it was not the sort of laughter he had been expecting. It was innocent, almost childlike, as if he were merely enjoying some fun game he had found by accident. Another swipe of his arm sent a jet hurtling into a nearby office block, and he had to struggle back the urge to wretch.
He had seen horrors before his coronation, it had been why he was so willing to become a puppet emperor for the Yangbang. Safety. As long as he did his part he was looked after. He didn't have to witness the bloody destruction of a parhumans malice ever again.
But somehow this was worse. There wasn't any malice in the figures actions, it seemed to be acting purely of impulse and nothing else, and it was horrifying in a way he couldn't adequately describe.
Another gesture cut a building in half, and the laughter almost seemed to grow.
Then the monkey dodged out of the way of a mechanical arm and his heart soared as he witnessed the Wujing crater the ground with the missed swing.
The Wujing was, perhaps, one of the mightiest tinkertech war machines ever produced. The power sharing of the Yangbang had allowed for countless specializations to be blended together to form wonders and horrors both. The Wujing was one of these creations meant to guard the Yangban's main base of operations. That they had sent it out now could only mean they were ready to crush this upstart.
The machine swung, lightning crackling off every swing, the discharges melting the nearby pavement, and even from here the Emperor could feel the sweltering heat. The rebel parahuman danced between the blows, his eyes watching his opponent with curious eyes.
A golden staff riposted a blow and then sank into the chest of the war machine, sinking through metal and circuits before bursting from the metal back in a shower of molten metal.
The Wujing didn't budge, the metal arms instead grabbing the pole impaling it with both hands and began to squeeze until the whine of servos could be heard by even him.
Sun Wukong, or at least the upstart pretending to be him, raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Oh? Well aren't you made of sterner stuff?"
Then with a twist the staff was ripped out the robot's side, the arms clinging to the staff also ripped off.
Liquid metal seeped from the wounds and even from here the Emperor could see the wounds slowly repairing, but it wouldn't be fast enough!
The parahuman watched the process also, not at all worried by the war machine healing before his eyes.
The figure instead looked to the remaining airforce, then back to the robot before settling on his staff and grinning.
"Now there's an idea!" the monkey man said to himself, before a single swing sent the Wujing hurtling towards a helicopter. The machine jerked to the side, it's operators no doubt trying to prevent the collision but they were too slow.
The Machine broke through the windshield of the helicopter and the Emperor could almost see the wet pop of the pilots as the cockpit was covered in red for just a moment. Then there was a deafening roar as the flying machine exploded.
The laughter returned, stronger than ever.
The Emperor could only watch with wide and disbelieving eyes as one of the greatest creations of the Yangbang was used like an over glorified projectile in a sick and twisted game of baseball.
He curled up then, not wishing to see any more carnage.
He had long since stopped believing in gods.
But today he found the energy to curse them for sending this abomination.
AN: So the city is going to start being built next and Sun Wukong is having a very fun time. The Wujing, despite flubbing in this chapter, is actually an extremely powerful weapon of war. It would be rated as a brute seven with access to molecular breaking technology and the inability to die. Sun Wukong thus decided he now has an immortal baseball.
RIP Chinese pride I guess. Sun Wukong ain't giving that back.
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Chapter 14: Chapter 14: The Great Wall
Summary:
Alexander builds a wall and makes China pay for it.
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Chapter 14: The Great Wall
Had anyone been present amidst the forest of Jinzhou they might have felt a rumble and shake, would have seen the trees shaking in the lurid light of a crimson sunrise. This hypothetical individual may have become frightened as the tremors only increased in intensity as a blackened wall tore its way upwards, clawing towards the sky at a frightful pace. Perhaps this individual may have even felt awe as symbols and etchings wove themselves across the wall before glowing with eldritch light.
Alas, the camps had long been emptied of both guards and occupants.
So there were none to see a strange shift across the battlements, the light flickered and danced like a heat haze. This distortion reached the very heavens to form an oily dome that encompassed the circular wall from above. Likewise this energy slipped into the crack and crevices in the ground to mirror the skyward barrier.
Most importantly, perhaps, nobody was present to see the uncanny resemblance these walls had to the Great Wall of China, if cast in a strange void like metal in place of bricks.
Yes nobody had seen the foundations of this city being made, but the C.U.I would eventually come to curse this city and it's ever present defiance.
-Alexander POV-
'Insert Trump joke here' I thought wryly to myself.
The joke would have been in poor taste, assuming anyone other than myself understood it, but I couldn't help the small snort that escaped me.
It felt good to laugh.
While I had kept myself busy these last few hours my thoughts had always incessantly turned towards Japan and my fuck up there. Logically I knew my fault was minimal. I had created a shiny bauble that others might want but I had never ordered people to kill over it.
Unfortunately for me reason was promptly kicked to the curb and shot by my emotions, who then proceeding to dance over the body.
It was still my fault. I could have communicated, could have done something other than what I had done.
I was feeling better now, I had a goal to work towards and a plan to prevent the invasion of Japan.
Ironically it involved creating a city and causing chaos.
But this time on purpose.
The foundation had been set. The walls had been built and fortified, before being enchanted with a clever spatial effect.
There were numerous myths and stories across Asia that involved individuals losing the favour of their patrons as well as being separated from their homes over long distances. I simply combined these two aspects together to create a ward that would be especially deadly against parahumans.
Fun fact for any who didn't know: Parahumans had a range limit. If a parahuman passed the orbit of the moon they would find themselves bereft of powers. Now, to be clear, this wasn't a hard limit, more of a limit on how much energy a shard is willing to waste on their host in order to stay attached.
Perhaps a human who had synergised well with their shard could break this limit, but you could count the number of humans with that sort of connection on two hands.
My ward warped space in order to increase distance between the walls and the outside world. For all intents and purposes my city may as well be farther than the Moon is from the Earth. Bullets and bombs would fail to even reach the walls while lasers would be too dispersed to even come close to damaging the walls by the time they hit. And if, by some miracle, a parahuman manages to enter this city their powers would be stripped from them because of the distance created by the wards.
It was an elegant solution for the problem of defending a city sitting in the beating heart of the C.U.I.
Unfortunately it had its downsides too.
Just as the outside world would be unable to breach the walls, so too would the people within be unable to leave, and initially I had even attempted to figure out alternate solutions.
But when Renji had brought these concerns to the people I had saved they had, all of them, given me the go ahead. I was both relieved and slightly worried by just how much they wanted to leave China behind, to have a land that couldn't be invaded or ransacked.
Seriously the people were practically falling over themselves to thank me.
It was a bit creepy.
Behemoth's rampage had lead to the evacuation of around 20,000 KM squared, enough for a decently sized island. My remaining drones were already hard at work placing the wasteland reclaimers I had given them across the region.
Those machines would revitalise the land and suck up harmful particulates and radiation left behind by my sibling. Until then I had commanded them to lay low in the lodgings I had developed.
It wasn't much. Each person got a room of only ten meters across with a bed, bathroom and other essentials. It was also, to my growing frustration and disappointment, much more humane than anything they were used to.
I had travelled into the depths of the forest after that, in part to get a better look at the ongoing progress but mostly to get away from the reverent stares.
I sighed, mentally chiding myself for once more getting lost in thought and depressing myself once again.
I was beginning work on the local geology now, and this was actually rather vital. If this city was to remain alive with the defensive ward up it would have to be completely self-sufficient. Aquifers and better quality top soil for farming would be essential.
The ground around this area was primarily clay and worst of all it was at an incline. This would mean any rainwater would quickly overflow and run down and away from my new city, and that would not do. The clay was transmuted into a hard and sandy like texture, while the clay a few hundred meters down was preserved and formed into an underground bowl-like structure, perfect for keeping water trapped.
The soil was also given a few tweaks, adding a few chemicals here and there mostly. Wells were dug and soil was churned before I decided the local geology was complete.
I turned my eyes on the trees next and began to work. I fiddled with their genetics, increasing their carbon dioxide intake as well as their ability to produce oxygen. I noted that such a thing would vastly shorten their lifetimes, so I added increased seed production as well.
Now the people of Jinzhou would have plenty of oxygen and wood.
Then I sighed, the extra growth of trees would require mass from somewhere and could render the soil barren very easily if I left things as they were.
Turns out ecology is hard.
My SolarPunk technology could help, but it simply wasn't built to sustain a piece of land cut off from the rest of the world.
Thankfully my drones could once again come in handy. They would have no issue surveying the area and noting needs and areas of potential instability. With their teleporters they were fully capable of obtaining anything they may need from the outside world and stealthy enough to do so.
With that sorted I finally turned to the buildings, some part of me wanted to flex my SilkPunk knowledge and build something classically Chinese but my previous interactions with the former prisoners of Jinzhou put those ideas to rest. They wanted an escape from China, they wanted to throw off their past and create something new.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, I reached for a charge that had been burning in the back of my head for the last few hours and willed it to change to my will.
NanoPunk Level 2- The science of a world where nanites and bio-nanotechnologies are widely in use and are the predominant force in society. Now able to create buildings and large structures composed of wonder materials.
Chrome and smooth surfaces covered my mind. Structures that could stand higher than any other thanks to their high tensile strengths. It was shiny and new, a promise of the future that I knew the people I was protecting desperately wanted.
I turned to begin before hesitating.
I turned to view my wards, their shimmering light obvious to me alone.
I reached out and made my alterations.
Should this city begin to fall, whether it be by outside forces or by my own lack of foresight, this city would be transported across the world and away from their current position with the wards permanently down as a result of this extraordinary work.
If Jinzhou was ever at threat of falling then at least they would have a chance to rebuild elsewhere, because if they succumbed here there would be no future at all.
With that I began my work.
-Bai Wenjie POV-
The whispers of the gathered people echoed across the clean white walls. None looked at each other but muttered whispers drifted between them. Most were not sure why they were here, others were unsure if they should have come at all and remained in their comfortable rooms.
Bai personally was beginning to think she should have stayed in her air conditioned room. At least their she wouldn't feel the push and pull of countless bodies cramming into the tight space.
Yet she felt she had to come.
The figure standing on a raised surface was not a young man, the lines and creases of his skin proved that much, but he wasn't quite ancient either. The man had been a comforting figure in her camp, always having the time to spare to act as a shoulder to cry on or to give advice. Not many chose to take his kindness, for they had all been suspicious of each other.
But he had been remembered for it nonetheless.
"Comrades" He spoke, a fervour filling his eyes, "I would like to thank all who chose to join us and before we start I am aware that many are unsure as to why they have come"
The man lifted his hands and let them fall in an exaggerated manner.
"It is understandable, we have been tricked and led astray by promises from distant larger than life figures before."
The man narrowed his eyes at that, spitting to the side, and she could see others vocally agreeing with the man.
"However" he intoned, gesturing outside and towards the slowly rising buildings in the distance, "She is different!"
The crowd muttered again at that, and mostly in agreement she noted. Even the ones who had dismissed this entire event as religious hogwash still saw their saviour in a good light.
"Even now Yà lì shān dà toils for our benefit! Raising great walls to shield us! Creating monuments to shelter us! Delivering us from the hands of the cruel!"
Many roared their approval at that, the reverberations making her shake slightly, and cover her ears.
This was why she had come, because in nearly every face she saw she found the same uncanny faith she had seen in Renji's eyes. A terrible certainty that set her on edge.
"There exists no parahuman like her, for they are all destroyers! She builds, creates, saves and renews!"
She closed her eyes at that, dreading yet also already knowing what the man was going to say.
"NO! She is something higher! A goddess come to aid us in our time of need, come to deliver us to the promised land!"
The roar that answered threatened to shake the very ground apart, and as Bai closed her eyes all she could see was the distraught face of Yà lì shān dà staring back at her when she had been informed of the conflict that had raged because of her actions.
AN: So the city is being built, it'll be a fortress designed to repel any parahuman as well as a self sufficient paradise because Alexander feels really bad for the people he's met so far. This kindness has somewhat backfired because there are now a group of people who now genuinely believe Alexander is a goddess come to save them. Lots of people assumed that Alexanders branch of the fallen would begin in America, but these would be his first believers. Of course there will be multiple groups of people across the entire world that see him in this light later.
I'm sure that won't be troublesome for Alexander at all! Trust me guys nothing will come of this! Totally not setting anything up!
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(End)Bringing You A New Home! (Endbringer SI)
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Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Glimpse of the Truth
Summary:
Truths are revealed and Sun Wukong has zero chill.
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Chapter 15: Glimpse of the Truth
-Rebecca Costa-Brown POV-
Things were not going well.
She sat at her desk, clicking and clacking away at her keyboard. In truth she had already memorised exactly what she was supposed to do today, so her fingers danced along her computer and compiled reports even without her conscious input. Her thinker power was perhaps the most useful aspect of her power, it allowed her to juggle her various duties as Alexandria and the Chief Director with nearly no wasted time.
Anyone else likely would have collapsed under the weight and endless work, but her mind remained clear, counting and observing each observable second as it passed. One after the other. So great were her powers and experience that the number of times she was truly surprised could be counted on only two hands.
Unfortunately it seems the world was determined to show her she was no infallible.
The plan regarding New Fukuoka was currently completely off the rails Cauldron had fashioned. It had only been a couple of hours since the first reported instance of unusual C.U.I activity. This quickly ballooned as numerous thinkers and intelligence agencies noticed the army preparing to board their fleet had instead been ordered to return to the capital.
Which was now a smoking battlefield.
She rubbed her nose tiredly, the motion doing nothing to calm her nerves.
According to all reports a single individual had stormed the capital, broken into the Imperial Palace, raided their kitchen and proceeded to make complete fools out of the local army.
Those reports were still unconfirmed, given that numerous thinkers had noted inconsistencies in their predictions.
Many thinkers hadn't even noticed what was happening, and still couldn't see anything in the Chinese capital.
Others insisted things that were blatantly false, such as the entire continent of Eurasia disappearing.
In one amusing case there was even a thinker, who could divine the present through allegories, insisted that a divine being was judging China for its numerous sins.
Needless to say they were currently unaware of any specifics, and this marked the second time in as many weeks that an anti-thinker effect had taken them completely by surprise and ruined their plans.
Contessa herself was forced to delay her meeting with Shuten Douji because of this, waiting and recalibrating her plans to account for this unexpected turn.
She could also do nothing to further their plans, as attempting to delay or impede the PRT's own response would be viewed with suspicion at best, but more than likely her political rivals would use it as a chance to oust her from her position. Which she simply couldn't allow at such a delicate stage.
So she was forced to wait.
Click clack click.
Uselessly.
Clack click click
Impotently.
Click click clack
The memories of antiseptics, stark white rooms and an endless fearful wait made her grimace.
A notice popped up on her screen, causing her to pause.
Looking closer she could see it was from bunker, a fortification tinker that had been sent to the Okinawa Islands. That was odd, she hadn't been expecting an email from him. Perhaps one from his team lead reporting their progress after they had eliminated the local warlord, but not this. It was even marked as urgent.
Intrigued, she clicked on the email and furrowed her brow.
To: [email protected].
Please find attached the local geological survey performed.
We have clearly been looking in the wrong places to find the group that built New Fukuoka, and this is proof on where they have likely headed next.
Bunker.
As to the point as ever.
She opened the file and stared for a moment, almost double taking at the sight.
The program Bunker had sent was a tinkertech masterwork of his own design. It allowed him a fidelity and clarity on local geology and conditions that would make many other tinkers blush with envy. It laid out perfectly in front of her in 3-D, the program effortlessly running on her more mundane computer.
But the intricate tinker tech master work was not the cause for her shock, but rather what it showed.
There was a tunnel. A truly enormous tunnel running from Kyushu and heading in a vaguely Northern direction before cutting off at the edge of the survey's results.
Her blood felt like ice in her veins as she quickly procured a map from her servers, before cross referencing it with the data Bunker had given to her. Slowly she drew a line from Kyushu through the Asian Continent.
Her eyes landed on China's capital, and the line that intersected painfully close to it.
"Fuck."
-Armsmaster POV-
His sweat clung to him unpleasantly, rubbing painfully against him armour as he twisted a newly made wrench and connected the last bolt to his halberd.
He held his weapon up to the light, turning it this way and that, before nodding.
It would have to do.
The ship barely had workshops worth a damn, and limited resources on top of that. This forced him to scrounge for any parts that might adequately serve to replace and repair his damaged gear.
Perhaps if it was only him his situation would not be so poor, but there were many other tinkers present. All of which had been sent to inspect the wondrous technology of New Fukuoka, and many of which had survived long enough to retreat with the rest of them.
He smiled slightly. It was almost nostalgic, scavenging for subpar materials and constant experiments and compromises. It almost reminded him of his early days as a tinker, when the possibilities had seemed endless. Every idea had hit him like a breath of inspiration, unburdened by responsibilities or need for maintenance. Simply trying anything.
"Enjoying yourself Collin?"
He turned to Dragon, who was commandeering one of the few computers he had been able to bring with him. It had taken hours for him to properly bring it up to an acceptable level.
"In a way, though I would still rather be in a proper workshop" he stated.
"You and every other tinker on this ship" she laughed lightly.
Which was true enough, the tinker was just thankful they would reach the Okinawa islands soon. Any more time on this ship and he was sure the many tinkers present would start tearing apart the fleet to make a better one.
"Have you gone over the files?"
The question was simple enough though the deadpan expression she threw him was rather unneeded.
"I'm fairly certain every tinker the PRT has is looking through it as we speak" she spoke with certainty "If I wasn't constantly going over the cybersecurity of the plans I'm fairly certain most tinkers in the world would be looking through it."
That was something he fully believed.
The technology of New Fukuoka wasn't just brilliant, it was revolutionary. Clean, rugged and most importantly simple. This wasn't simply something that would revolutionise a normal man's way of living, it would affect every tinker.
Because this technology could act as a foundation, in much the same way modern technology did.
Tinkertech could be made with anything, it wasn't widely known outside their circles but every tinker, barring focal tinkers was capable of making wonders out of the strangest of materials. If you left him in the woods without his equipment he could probably make decent combat equipment out of wood and leaves.
However it was far less efficient than using modern materials. No wooden spear he made could ever stand up to his halberd.
Likewise his halberd likely wouldn't hold a candle to what he could make with the technology of New Fukuoka.
The ultra efficient filters of the massive machine in the bay of Kyushu had given Collin ideas of filters able to last longer, and potentially even keep out troublesome breakers like Fog. The Stark white ceramics of the many building gave him ideas of armour that could shrug off the extreme temperatures of Lung.
These were only some of the ideas he had come up with, and this was happening to every tinker who saw the files.
"I'm personally more interested in the civilian applications this will have" Dragon chirped, and he could only smile lightly at that. It was very like her to consider the benefits this could bring to the civilians of America and Canada.
Collin was personally unsure as whether these files would trickle down to the general public any time soon. That would mean villainous tinkers gaining the same advantage as them. It would mean being unable to use the information as leverage against other countries. There were too many advantages to keeping the information hidden instead of widely spreading it.
Armsmaster was briefly thankful, as odd as it may seem, for the threat of the C.U.I invasion. It would incentivise the PRT to at least share with their allies, making it more likely for the data to be stolen or released into the wider world.
Usually he would be all for operational secrecy, but when some of that data included life saving medicine and machines that could reclaim irradiated lands even he wished for those files to be spread.
An alert popped up on his computer, an email. A high alert one at that. From the looks of it it had been sent to every high ranking individual within the PRT and Protectorate, as well as their closest allies.
The mild look of concern on Dragon's face showed that she had also received the email, and had possibly already read it.
One of these days he would have to ask her what sort of mind-interface technology she was using, for she had always been startlingly quick in answering calls and alerts. It was something he had noticed through their many collaborations together, and something he desperately wanted to know.
But he valued her presence too much to press for details, the one time he had asked she appeared highly uncomfortable.
"Collin, you need to see this" her voice, once light and airy, had a hardened edge to it now.
He clicked on the email.
He scrolled through it, his eyebrows subtly raising.
The reports from China, the mysterious tunnel leading from Kyushu and the projected path it took painted a damning picture.
Whatever group had raised Kyushu from the bottom of the sea had clearly anticipated the response of the C.U.I and had already begun travelling to China the second the city was compete.
In addition this group had access to a monstrously powerful parahuman, one capable of catching the Chinese off guard and causing great damage to their capital.
Deep in his bones Collin knew the worst was yet to come.
-Sun Wukong POV-
He grinned at the destruction of his foes, the once gleaming palace blackened by soot and blood.
That pretender emperor, the one who had commanded he bow, and wasn't that hilarious, he had let live.
Frankly Sun Wukong couldn't find a more fitting punishment than allowing a powerless worm to remain a powerless worm.
Sun Wukong knew his type, always scrambling for power, and being utterly incapable of handling it.
He would never be satisfied, never stop being scared.
Still, he frowned as he looked around. There was something missing.
He looked around, pondering the missing piece. He knew if he didn't get it it would bother him all day.
It was like an itch you couldn't quite reach.
He lifted his hand to his chin and thought, before realising what it was with an almost embarrassed laugh.
"Right! I need to end this on a dramatic note!"
He sucked in a deep breath and SPOKE.
Not to the people around him, he was instead choosing to address all of China. He spoke with intent directly at their souls, ensuring no misunderstanding would occur.
"PEOPLE OF CHINA. I AM SUN WUKONG. I CAME TO YOUR EMPEROR WITH PEACE, AND WAS MET WITH SWORDS. I CAME EXPECTING SAGES AND FIERCE WARRIORS, AND MET ONLY CORRUPT WRETCHES. I DECLARE YOU UNWORTHY OF THE HEAVENLY MANDATE. UNWORTHY OF THE EFFORT AND WISDOM YOUR ANCESTORS HAVE BESTOWED UPON YOU."
He chuckled, already feeling the myriad emotions throughout the country. Rage, pain,, indignation, understanding, disappointment and more blending into a heady mix. Many tried to refute his words, tried to rationalise his presence and power. But it was no use. This was not a medium that tolerated deceit. He spoke and they understood.
They understood who he was.
They understood his disappointment.
"I WILL RETURN IN TEN YEARS, AND THEN I SHALL JUDGE WHETHER YOU REMAIN UNWORTHY."
Admittedly Sun Wukong was unused to speaking as a voice of authority, oh he had certainly done it in the past. But more often than not he was the rebelling figure, casting gods and demons from their lofty thrones.
Usually because they pissed him off, almost always because he wanted to.
Still he could play this role if it got him what he wanted.
This would certainly get things moving in a more interesting direction.
And perhaps his homeland could even benefit from this humbling.
Either way he would take his fill of entertainment.
AN: The PRT begin to unravel the 'group' that caused Kyushu to remerge and Sun Wukong decides to use his godly authority to fuck with China. Because the entirety of Sun Wukong could be summed up as: "Fuck you, I do what I want!"
Needless to say China is going to be in a bit of civil war, which suits Alexander's interests well. Even if he didn't expect the extent of the chaos that Sun Wukong would cause. Just like everyone else.
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