11. 'Helping' Humans.

2 days later.

Mars

Third POV

Caelicetus was currently in outer space just above Mars' atmosphere, he was staring at the three moons of Mars, he remade Deimos four days after his awakening and he was surprised to see the remnants of a facility bearing similarity with the structure he found in Mars, even if nearly everything was melted beyond human recognition.

He confirmed with this that Desghidorah were indeed responsible for the destruction of his moon, he wasn't one bit happy about it.

He also found out that the ancient martian civilization was probably powerful enough to stop the three-headed dragon.

It looked like Desghidorah were imprisoned in Deimos by the martians, how he didn't know and didn't particularly care.

He also found a cracked and strange black cube with green pulsing symbols on it, it also made a constant but weak signal, that was aimed at Mars.

The whale found it interesting and teleported it in a storage room he made in the middle of the floating mountain, where he stored random things he made and found. 

For him, the cube was just another martian gizmo, a very radioactive one that's for sure but there were a lot of them, for example, a pretty cube that seemed to be made of white marble that he found in the middle of th Abyss. Random and useless things like this.

Caelicetus could use the hyperspace to store things but it wasn't a very good idea, he tried and things ended up most of the time crushed or lost somewhere else. 

Imagine if he lost his whalemade 30-ton truck made of pure diamond was lost in another dimension, again.

Caelicetus would be very sad for half a second before making another one with the carbon in the air and coal he made.

He didn't know but the diamond truck actually ended up falling in the Japan of another universe, squashing a fatass otaku with a fetish for NTR, little girls/boys and rape. 

The dumbass stared at the diamond truck falling off the wormhole in the sky and thought he was a chosen one or some shit. 

He was already seeing himself with his future harem made of thousands of waifus servicing him. So he didn't even try to move away.

He indeed transmigrated, his soul sucked in the wormhole, and he became an elf in a world of sword and magic, however, he was now a she and she was in a pungent cave with ugly little green men. 

She was in Goblin Slayer and she was fucked, in more than one way.

That is why he wanted to make a pocket dimension.

It was for storage purposes and it was still a work in progress for the moment or in the immediate future. 

You don't make your own first stable dimension like this. 

It's essentially a micro-universe with Caelicetus's own rule in it and that isn't in the same space-time he currently resides in.

And he also needs to connect the two via a wormhole to transfer things from one universe to the other without making one of the two interact more than needed or the smaller will likely collapse or fuse with the bigger, potentially destroying everything in it, in the process.

It's more complex than that but it's basically this.

He needed a lot more power and control to even make one the size of Mars. Nevertheless, with his current power and control, he deduced that he could make one the size of a small house. It's easier said than done.

He needed to create everything from scratch with only the things he got from fiction, theories he knew and pseudoscience. But he was progressing.

Back to the calf peeking at the sky, Caelicitus could see the blue planet, Earth, yet even with his sight, it appeared small from here. As if he was staring at the Moon from Earth as a human.

His fin around his tail and most of his body started to quiver faster and faster, golden light filled his surroundings whereas space distorted.

*CRACK*, and with a silent crack he disappeared.

Only to instantly reappear on the Moon, it is his longest jump so far and it was easy to do. Caelicetus looked at the bare and boring soil of Earth's only natural satellite, he currently was above the Sea of Tranquility.

He sensed everything above to make sure they weren't any satellites. And they were just not close to him but the Sun is more beautiful anyway, they were all teleported to the heaviest object of our solar system. The Sun or your mother depends on who you are asking.

Caelicetus looked back at where Mars was and he felt exactly like when you go to a foreign country alone for the first time. The feeling disappeared as fast as it came when the calf spotted one aluminium bag, then another and then another, ninety-three others later.

'Isn't this the waste of the first landing on the Moon…', Caelicetus wondered as he opened one of the surprise bags.

"Yep it is.", he muttered as he saw the multiple decade-old faeces of the first human to have stepped on the Moon. There was a little sticker that said who was from who.

"I remember they wanted them back… I'm a magnanimous whale. I will 'help' them.", he valiantly declared as every bag started to unzip itself and the you-know-what was having their first meeting with the pitifully weak atmosphere of the Moon. 

He teleported their packaging into the Sun, he won't throw them on Earth.

His two pairs of golden eyes glanced at Earth, he could see a part of Asia and the North of America. 

And that was all he needed, the whole Earth was nearly completely mapped in his mind from what he remembered and he remembered nearly everything from his human life.

He calculated everything as simple as that.

On Earth.

All around the globe, tiny little white portals started to pop around, they pushed air back, making strong wind all around them.

They were mainly seen above important locations, such as the NASA headquarters, in fact, half of them were above the NASA headquarters.

People all around the globe started to take out their phones, taking pictures and videos. Was this the government, aliens, maybe Martians?  Was this an attack, an attempt at communication, a present? They didn't know. 

The one that realised what the portals were, was ecstatic, they were wormholes! Then dread and terror filled their mind they were wormholes!

Something that was only a theory until now, a very probable theory but still one nonetheless.

In a country just above its most successful south counterparts. An Asian man could be seen, he was fat, ugly and showing his glorious body in its most primal and natural form, he also thought of himself as the living incarnation of God.

The pig of a man waddled with difficulty towards the wormhole in front of him that dared to wake him up. He put his arm in front of his face.

The wind was pushing his naked body back, making his hair, fat and 'divine tools' erratically sway backwards as he persisted, no pesky portal would stop his divine slumber and not be punished by death.

He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

A case of too much power and none existent intelligence.

In the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

Godzilla glared at the strange infuriating and loud thing above his head, it felt familiar but he forgot why, so he was going to bite it. Maybe it will make him remember.

Violence works and so violence he will.

Back on the Moon.

Caelicetus stared at the hundreds of wormholes that led to Earth, he also blocked most of the void from affecting the things on Earth, the 'presents' were loaded, ready to fire.

"Bang.", he declared with a loud clack of his jaws.