Test-1

"Took you long enough to ask.", a cold voice replied, right behind his shoulder.

Startled, Lance jumped backwards. As his head hit the wall right behind him, he found himself slowly loosing consciousness. The fear of not having enough oxygen to breathe once he woke up did nothing to help him stay awake.

Unbeknownst to Lance, the person that had just appeared had a look of mild shock on his face. "So this is Lance. Half the time has been lost to meet just the first condition. :Sigh: Guess my lineage won't be entering the initiative after all.", he mused to himself. The man was tall, standing at slightly above 6 feet and wore a designer suit. He would fit into the office of any CEO of an MNC. Middle-aged, with a long goatee and immaculately combed black hair, he was the very image of style. If one looked close enough, they would see the similarities between Lance and this man.

The same nose and similar chin stood out as distinct similarities. As he waited for Lance to wake up, he took out a pocket watch and checked the time while idly observing the room. "Finely created, even if I do so say so myself.", he thought.

"What happened?". As Lance slowly woke up, he found that breathing was becoming more and more difficult. As he lost consciousness and woke back up in the same location, he concluded that it was really his physical self that was present in the room. This newfound knowledge only served to cause more panic.

"If you are done thinking about the improbability of this situation, let us move forward. The first condition of calling out for help has been achieved, so I shall put forward the second. This room has been constructed just for you. It has no openings whatsoever. It cannot be broken by any amount of force. Your task is to get out of this room by any means possible. As you are my descendant, in a moment, I will temporarily transfer my power to you. You can manipulate any dimension in any direction in this setting. Anything you can think of, you can create. Think of a way out before the time runs out." Disregarding the shocked look on Lance's face, the man took out his pocket watch again to check it. "You have 9 minutes and 37 seconds remaining."The man's face showed no emotion throughout the explanation, as if he didn't care no matter what happened.

As Lance digested the information, he saw the man almost deflating like a balloon. His muscles which bulged with strength and filled out his clothes to the point of bulging slowly reduced till only the bones with a thick layer of skin was left. As he saw this, Lance felt something flowing into his body. He was shocked to see a stream of light, majestic in its brightness with dark red colored shapes flowing like leaves in it. When the stream ended, Lance felt like he had had the biggest meal in his life. He felt full of vitality and energy. He grew muscular, and although the fat remained unchanged, his whole body underwent a transformation which made it look like that of a power lifter's instead of simply looking obese.

A clarity surged in his mind. His thoughts felt like they were racing, and every particle in the air and every wrinkle in the now old man's face were clearly visible. "Is this what being God feels like?", wondered Lance. It felt like every aspect of existence was under his control, and he could crush anything if he wanted.

As he was reveling in his new found power, he heard the man's coarse voice snapping him out of his fascination."4 minutes remaining".