Journey to a DIY throne room

Judge thought was in a corridor inspired by the Overlook Hotel from the movie Shining, he half expected the twin girls to ask him to come and play. Was he doing a horror movie after all? Great, just what he needed—ghost children, to add to his list of problems. But then he noticed the huge windows on one side, which didn't fit the horror vibe at all. "Well, if a ghost shows up, I'll just jump out the window. Easy escape plan! Right after I stop being a baby and can actually walk, of course."

His mother slowly but carefully moved toward the windows, which were, no surprise here, ornate with gold. Seriously, did these people put gold on everything? Judge couldn't help but notice how everyone else seemed completely unfazed by the gold overdose, while he was mentally screaming, "Who measures their wealth in gold trim?!"

The garden in front of them spanned at least a kilometer—probably more, because who in their right mind measures gardens in kilometers anyway? And beyond were steampunky buildings, which were a sight to behold. "Am I in a sci-fi movie or a steampunk fantasy? I'm betting on steampunk, judging by the fashion choices around here."

He could see mountains in the distance with many big houses situated on them, they were made so well that he thought they were competing in an extreme sport for architects. The mountains were definitely not what you call huge, but they still pierced the clouds like giant middle fingers to the sky. Wait a minute—how high up was their city located? He could see the clouds closer than inside a skyscraper, and skyscrapers were made to reach the skies.

Before he could answer, his mother said something while pointing at the garden. "Well, that's a good choice" His father answered "What do you think Dad?"

He turned to Judge's grandfather. "... Eleyn's Choice..." He could grasp two words from his grandpa. He understood that the word Eleyn was probably his mother's name. He was joyed at finally getting to know his mother's name. "Finally, a clue! Now if only I could figure out how to ask for a diaper change in this language."

His grandpa whipped out a small and transparent sphere, it had a black core inside with two golden rings around the core. Of course, it had gold, this family just couldn't help themselves. The two rings were also inside the transparent sphere. He held the sphere firmly in his hands as if it was a magic billiards ball, then he whispered something so quietly it was almost inaudible.

They were all enshrouded in a deep blue light and the next thing he knew, he was inside a crib, with his mother, father, and his grandfather sitting around a white marble table. They were all having a fun chat and having tea and cakes... without him! They were all inside a gazebo in the middle of the garden.

Judge looked on in disbelief. "Really? They're having a tea party without me? And here I thought I was the guest of honor! Well, when you can't join 'em, sleep 'em. That's the saying, right?"

With nothing left to do... he slept... what were you expecting from him, cry? Nah he needed to prove that he can be a good child. He slept until noon and was taken in for a bath by the maids, what a life.

But when night fell, and he was tucked back into his crib instead of snuggling up with his mom, Judge realized that maybe, just maybe, not crying had been a strategic error. He decided to protest in the most babyish way possible, crying like a baby banshee. But his mother, clearly immune to his newfound tantrum skills, simply patted his head and left him to deal with it. "Great. I'm out of moves, and it's not even bedtime."

He eventually gave up and decided to sleep. Just as his eyelids began to droop, his tiny brain had a big idea. "Wait a minute! I'm alone... I can activate the Studio!" He wasn't exactly sure how he knew how to activate it, but who cares? Time for him to do some world-bending magic!

without wasting any time, he activated Studio, don't ask how does he knew how to activate Studio, he just knew, just like his enhanced cognition (A/N: I'm getting tired of the long name). And the child who was not even a week old was whisked to another dimension.

Judge opened his eyes that he didn't know was closed. He couldn't look around in a newborn's body, he remembered that he could alter his own body. He grew in size (Short Kings take note, take studio if you are approached by a deity), and soon he was a dark haired adult who was wearing a black suit on a white shirt and with a black tie.

"Who knew all it took to grow up was a change of scenery?" He chuckled, patting himself down. "I'm back baby—err, man!". He willed for the mask that was handed to him to appear, and it did. He put it on and only then did he look around to see his office. The office was spacious, definitely too spacious, with the only light source coming from behind a moon.

This was the same plane where he met the deity before in the afterlife. Without waiting much, he pictured a steampunk inspired office without any windows or ventilation. But it was too small for a person who was about to do world domination and Godhood.

Soon, the black, expansive plane was replaced by a grand throne room, which stood on an elevated platform and was adorned with bright luxuries. a second viewing platform surrounded the three sides beside the side with the throne. Smooth red curtains made of silk were hanging from the platforms.

The throne was cushioned with red fabric and was designed with patterns of gold... yeah he went with the gold. He also imagined a white marble table to appear in the empty space between the throne and the other end, he also made some light cushioned seats made of dark wood on the sides.

He filled the rest with vases and paintings, the walls were screaming "Look at me, I'm ridiculously fancy." He made a dramatic walk toward the throne, though he did not have an audience, he would soon make some changes. He sat on the throne like he had just conquered the world. "Now, this is more like it," he said, smirking behind his mask. "And to think, just a few minutes ago, I was worrying about diaper rashes."