VI

After a few minutes of wasting spit, Kingsley finally came back to his senses. Realizing what the warning truly meant, Kingsley immediately went into high alert, or at least the 21-year-old university boy version of high alert. He immediately ran behind his throne and manipulated the earth around him to form a cube around himself.

"Let's hope that this thing keeps me safe." Kingsely thought as he tried to calm himself, but to no avail. His heart was beating so fast even he was afraid it would jump out of his chest.

Creating several tiny orbs of light reminiscent of fireflies, Kingsley finally saw his pathetic self. He wasn't even sure if the warning was given because a native had found its way into his territory or if it was just a warning to inform him of his current situation.

"Is this really how you plan to save your family?" A voice deep inside him surfaced, mocking his reaction.

Hearing his inner voice, Kingsley immediately calmed down, as even he felt it was too much. One knows they are going over the top when even their inner self mocks them, but even then Kingsley had absolutely no plan to leave his safe house. He had the ability to create and destroy as he wanted, so there was absolutely no need to hide like he was.

"Okay, man up, my guy!" He shouted as he slapped himself as though it would help him garner up enough courage.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing and mentally smacking his chest, Kingsley finally calmed down enough to think about his situation and what to do to get out of it.

"What to use... what to use," Kingsley asked himself as he thought of the things he could do to guarantee his safety.

He could create life, but how exactly—was it like creating a game character or was it just simply imagining someone from scratch—and what were the conditions that needed to be met for that to happen? If his ability came with some form of manual, then he would have surely created thousands of OP troops to swipe the forest, but he didn't know how and didn't think he was in the right frame of mind to consider creating a being.

"Wait!" He thought as an idea suddenly came to him.

He was God in his territory, which meant that everything was under his control, and if his powers worked with thought as they had with the shrubs, then he could surely survive. Folding his legs until he was in a lotus position, Kingsley made a part of the ground around him rise up a few centimeters above the ground.

Some parts of the raised earth slowly started to go back down, but they left behind several small sculptures of various objects. These small sculptures, when looked at closely, resembled trees, but they were all clearly not of the same type. Kingsley had made a tiny forest, but not just any forest; this was a live map of his territory in its entirety.

Kingsley didn't know the exact details of how he had achieved this, but he knew one thing at least: he had somehow commanded the earth to create a small version of his territory. It didn't make sense, but if you follow the theory that the earth has memory or some form of sentience, then everything makes sense.

"Now where is the intruder?" Kingsley said it out loud, and immediately a bright red spot appeared on the 3D map.

"So there really was someone here," he thought, feeling proud for some reason.

As he said so, the earth map suddenly started zooming in on the red spot until Kingsley could see the intruder in full detail.

"What the fuck is that?!" Kingsley shouted in surprise as he looked at the creature, which looked as ugly as anything could get.

The creature had weird ram-like horns, weird facial features, and arms as long as its body. The creature looked ugly beyond comparison for a humanoid creature, but even then it just seemed fine for some reason. No matter how he looked at it, he just found its ugliness fitting for the creature.