The portals bloomed across the sky like shimmering gates, spilling warm golden light onto the mountain-ringed valley. One by one, the cursed children stepped out—hesitant at first, then overwhelmed by the brightness and the scent of clean air. The adults who followed them froze the moment they saw the city: a vast landscape of mirrored glass towers, whitestone bridges, glowing walkways, and gentle artificial rivers weaving through the districts.
The city itself was alive.
And it was watching them.
Takumi floated several meters above the central plaza. The wind curled beneath his feet, responding to his authority like an obedient pet. His eyes were calm, but light flickered behind them—calculating, reconstructing, anticipating.
This was Phase One of his civilization.
The moment he uploaded the world-data into the city core, the street holograms activated, and the robots began guiding the immigrants efficiently:
"Please proceed to Registration Point A."
"Children ages 6–12, follow the blue lights."
"Adults to the green path."
"Housing units will be assigned within the hour."
"No fighting. No panic. No running. No pushing."
Takumi had coded 128 rules in an instant. Robotic enforcement was gentle—but absolute.
A few children from the cursed world stiffened in fear at first, expecting the robots to drag them away or force injections into their arms. But the machines stayed still. Their voices were soft, almost friendly. When they scanned the children, the scanners emitted lights that felt like warm sunlight, not cold surveillance.
The children slowly relaxed.
Some cried.
Not from fear, but from relief.
Takumi personally calibrated those scanners.
He wanted their first impression to be safety—not another institution.
Miori Shiba was the first adult to step out of the spatial gate. She inhaled deeply, her sharp eyes sweeping across the city she had helped prepare for.
"Not bad," she said with a smirk. "Better than Tokyo by… ten billion percent."
Behind her, Kisara Tendou looked around in stunned silence. The girl who had walked through carnage only hours ago now stood on a floating platform, trembling—not from fear, but from the weight of transition.
She sensed for the first time that her bloodstained past had been locked behind a door she no longer needed to reopen.
Miori's father was already analyzing the infrastructure with the eyes of a military industrialist.
"Is this an energy tower?" he whispered, stunned. "This entire city is self-sustaining… And is that a gravity-field tram? And—no. That's impossible. Is that… a quantum-tier hospital?"
Takumi chuckled quietly.
He hadn't even shown them the good parts yet.
❖ The Chat Group Ignites
As the flood of citizens made their way into the shining city, the chat group exploded with reactions.
Chika Fujiwara:
[KYAA!! It looks like a sci-fi RPG city!!]
[Takumi, can you add a pudding factory?]
Sagiri:
[Uhh… I can't draw this scale of city. It's too pretty…]
[Also can I have a bedroom window facing the sunrise?]
Bronya:
[The Bunny units are already scanning the area. Systems nominal. The city's architecture is… borderline illegal in our world.]
[I approve.]
Megumi Kato:
[…Your world is very bright. I recommend sunscreen.]
[But truly… congratulations.]
Akeno:
[Ara~ It's so vast! Takumi-kun, are you sure this is not a kingdom?]
Zhongli:
[A nation begins. See it through with patience; do not rush what must grow.]
Takumi typed only two words:
Takumi:
[Welcome home.]
Millions of people.
One city.
One leader who could rewrite matter with a thought.
❖ The Holy Empress Arrives
She stepped out of the portal with slow, trembling steps. For the first time since being taken, she looked less frightened—and more overwhelmed.
Children ran past her laughing, chasing a small floating drone that dispensed candy.
Robots ushered families toward housing complexes shaped like stacked petals. Bioluminescent trees lined the streets, glowing faintly with starlike specks—designed specifically for calming minds and healing trauma.
"Is… this really the world he wants us to build?" she whispered.
She approached Takumi, who had descended to her level.
"I don't understand," she said, voice cracking. "The power you have… You could rule everything directly. You could reshape everything instantly. Why give me—us—responsibility? Why not simply control it all yourself?"
Takumi smiled faintly.
"Because a civilization built by one person collapses with that one person," he said. "I need people who can govern, teach, advise. I don't want a world of worshippers. I want a world that grows on its own."
His tone was calm.
But she felt something beneath it.
A loneliness so deep it felt cosmic.
The Holy Empress bowed her head.
"Then I will govern," she said. "Not because you forced me… but because I believe this is right."
Takumi's expression softened.
"Good."
❖ Authority Demonstration: Herrscher of Reason
As the sun dipped behind the mountains, a sudden tremor shook the ground.
A group of adults—survivors with military backgrounds—panicked when the robots tried scanning them. They mistook the process for imprisonment and attempted to flee.
One pulled out a stolen firearm.
A child screamed.
Takumi moved.
Reality bent.
A field of pale-blue gears spiraled outward from his body, rewriting matter and physics. The gun evaporated—disassembled into harmless components mid-air. The fleeing men froze, suspended in a blue lattice of conceptual force.
Takumi's voice echoed—not loud, but absolute.
"No violence.
Not here.
Not in my world."
The gears turned once—and gently placed the men back onto solid ground.
They collapsed, shaken but unharmed.
The crowd stared.
The children who watched were not afraid. Instead, they felt protected.
Takumi turned away without another word.
But the demonstration spread through the population like wildfire:
He can rewrite reality.
He does not kill without need.
He protects.
A god who chooses restraint.
A king who refuses a throne.
A builder who demands peace.
❖ Later That Night — Slice of Life Chaos
The settlement was peaceful.
Families moved into their new homes. Cursed children rolled on soft beds, squealing. Kitchens auto-cooked meals using Takumi's nutritional models. Water was clean; toilets actually worked; robots dusted the furniture like doting grandparents.
But the chat group?
Chaos.
Chika Fujiwara:
[TAKUMI!! WHY IS MY HOUSE SO BIG?!]
[WHY DOES MY SHOWER HAVE 12 SETTINGS?!]
[WHAT IS A "GRAVITY MASSAGE" AND WHY DID IT ALMOST LAUNCH ME INTO THE CEILING?!]
Sagiri:
[Um… the auto-drawing desk moved by itself and tried helping me draw. I screamed.]
[It apologized. Politely. What do I do??]
Bronya:
[Your robots are overachieving.]
[I approve.]
Akeno:
[Ara~ my house literally floated three meters off the ground to greet me. It bowed.]
[It bowed, Takumi-kun.]
Megumi Kato:
[My apartment gave me tea when I walked in. It tastes good. I accept this fate.]
Takumi massaged his temple.
He'd over-programmed the hospitality modules.
"My bad."
❖ Final Scene — A Civilization Takes Its First Breath
By the time the stars had filled the sky, quiet settled over the valley. Street lamps glowed with soft warmth, like floating candle-flames. Children slept. Adults unpacked. Robots hummed their quiet routines.
Takumi stepped onto the balcony of his mountain villa. Below him, the city pulsed with gentle light—alive, thriving, hopeful.
A world reborn.
His world.
But as he gazed upward, the sky shimmered faintly.
A ripple of Imaginary energy.
Something—or someone—far away had taken notice of the new civilization's awakening.
He felt their gaze.
He ignored it.
For now.
Takumi exhaled and whispered to the empty air:
"Let's see what kind of future you all build."
The city continued to glow, each window a tiny star.
Each child a seed of tomorrow.
Civilization Generation: Phase One — Complete.