Creation: The Path of a God (Updated Edition)

Chapter 1 -- Part 4 (Book 1 - Fantasy World)

Considering how many Floors he made this structure have, Han decided that this could be the last level.

The nice thing about his ability was that he could just modify the structure if he ever changed his mind.

He couldn't imagine intruders being able to go through the three Floors he created.

Though the structure looked decently sized, each level was the size of a large city. The sheer scale of the Floors wasn't fully absorbed due to them teleporting themselves instead of walking through it.

It felt like something out of a particular timeless-being TV show, where the inside was bigger than the outside.

There could be nearly infinite floors, and the outside would still have the same appearance.

His creations could teleport anywhere within the structure, so he didn't need to worry about a transportation system. If he did create a transportation system, it would likely detract from the image he was trying to convey.

"For guests, I can always set up some way for them to get through the floor not related to the security of the Stronghold." Han casually thought to himself.

Arriving on the last Floor, Han imagined a long hallway, similar to something in a royal palace.

On either side of the hallway were statues of beautiful women, some in erotic poses.

Chandeliers repeated down the center of the ceiling, looking like they were created out of diamonds. They glittered and took his breath away by their beauty.

"No one would be able to compete with this place," Han was satisfied with the knowledge.

Walking down the hallway, he would make minor changes based purely on his mood in order to match his aesthetics.

When he decided that he had walked a decent amount of time, Han imagined a hellish French door opening made of something similar to granite.

Each door had an image of a beautiful woman, one looking like an angel and the other looking like a devil. Both looked like they were in pain, but their facial expression looked like they were experiencing pure ecstasy. Around their necks was a metal collar, 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. Han was hoping it would give a sense of awe if someone arrived at this entrance.

Behind these doors would be a grand throne room that would make any medieval throne room appear to be a linen closet.

The doors opened as he walked towards them — revealing its splendor.

"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 hallway were fountains with majestic statues.

A red carpet led to a raised floor, where an opulent throne sat on top.

Listening to the sound of the water made everything feel relaxing.

The throne was made out of a mixture of obsidian and marble — Romanesque. Compared to the Empires of old, none could compete.

Arriving on the throne, Han sat on top of it and made it mold itself to make it comfortable for him to sit on. He could probably sit on this throne for days without feeling uncomfortable. The feeling would be similar to a gelatinous seat that was formed enough but let him lean on either of the armrests.

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.