When people think of God, they tend to think of some almighty being, that can control fates and thoughts with a single flick of his finger. They would be highly disappointed if they saw me.
I'm Demiurge, basically some kind of floating conscience in the middle of the universe. I can't create anything, just remodel what already exists. Like creating a chair out of a log. You can't make the log, but you can make the chair.
I remember suddenly looking in the chaos and just... well, I just rolled with it. I couldn't synthesize cells or anything out of thin air, but I could organize things. Pressed together some matter, creating stars, from those stars came more materials and you know how it goes.
I had so many ideas that I had to replicate every single one of them.
I don't know how much time it passed, but when I realized what I had done, it seemed pretty good. But if I ever stopped organising, everything went to shit. Gravity would go out of whack, the disastrous idea that was dark matter would start destroying everything. Basically, I'm the one maintaining everything in order. And sadly, I'm not omnipresent.
Someday I looked into that blue dot in the middle of nowhere, and decided to fuck around with them for a bit. There were little dolls who I decided to fill with souls, fragments of my being basically. I think I mismanaged something, because these replicas had dominated that small planet after I did that. They seemed to be very happy in their small world, creating towns, domesticating animals and plants, remodeling the ground and all that fun.
Too boring.
So I remembered an idea I cooked up that deformed lifeforms into their own obsessive desires, and instilled it on these small little guys. "Earth" as these little guys called it, was now a battleground between my dolls and those that succumbed to desires, or monsters like they called them.
Sadly my poor replicas couldn't handle these monsters on their own. Which was a bit sad and disappointing.
At that point, an epiphany occurred to me. I couldn't create something that defies the laws that I have set. I don't know how. But I could do one thing; move their limiters slightly, so they could make a proper fight.
And it was fun! My replicas started to make fighting forces, rallying together and creating "heroes" as they called it. Their technology had advanced so much that they could talk with each other from the other side of the planet! That was amazing!
Every time a generation of heroes died, I moved more and more limiters. And again. And again.
But after a while, the monster numbers receded, and the replicas… the humans proliferated. And I decided to finish this game. Humans had won, they deserved the peace.
And now I can tell you the beginning of my plight. Because I was really stupid. Like, damn.
I saw this one human, training for some time. I would say one and a half years would have passed for my replicas.
Yeah, I wanted him to be the one who ended this whole war between monsters and my replicas.
However... I... well, I screwed up. I wanted to move his limiter a tad and at the same moment gravity decided to reverse on sector forty two. So in my rush, I kind of moved it a bit too far. Like to the infinite. It's practically gone.
"But Demiurge, just move the limiter back you big brainless idiot!"
Oh look at that, we've got a scientist over here! Do you know why I can't do that? Because by the time I fixed gravity, the bald idiot kept training! He has so much energy stored inside of him that the moment I put that limiter back in its place, he'll explode taking out that portion of the galaxy with him!
My power is to organize the universe. And that being no longer has a functioning limiter. I have to maintain the balance. I can't have this "Saitama" around or I can't promise the wellbeing of the universe.
I have to end his existence. Somehow. After this coffee break.
You know what I could do? Just end this whole limited experiment of this planet. I'll remove the monsters, and put back the limiters on the new spawns of theirs.
A boring afternoon. Nothing strange for his master, but Genos had been seeing this same pattern for over six months. At first he was eager to learn new things from his master's amazing lifestyle, but he soon saw that it wasn't as interesting as he had thought.
Of course, it didn't mean that he had given up in getting stronger, and finding where his master had found such an amazing power.
He was only bored.
The house was cleaned, the floors were as crystal water, the clothes were in perfect shape. There was nothing to do. Maybe... perhaps... even as bored as he was feeling, he felt that he had found at last, a home.
His home was the same as his teacher's, but he hadn't forgotten about Dr. Stench and his own grudge against the cyborg who murdered his family. He couldn't forget all those people that looked up to him as peril approached and of course, his goal to reach the top ten of the S class.
And now that the night was falling, there was nothing else to do but to sleep. That was what his teacher did, and so would he.
Nothing else would ha-
"I'm going to take a walk." Saitama suddenly mentioned as he got up from his comfy position.
"What? Do you sense any danger?! I don't feel any life forms around." Genos jumped from his seat, quickly checking with his sensors the perimeter.
"Nop. I just want to leave for a moment, nothing else." He answered, strangely passive even for him.
"Then I wi-"
"A man needs his alone time! You should take these words of wisdom and hold them as your motto!" Saitama said passionately, letting his raging soul take control of him for a moment.
"...Amazing..."
Even the vague words of his master were enough to enlighten him, as he started to write the usual ten pages about those clear beautiful words his master had sputtered.
Genos heard the door close, but continued scribbling even more senseless words until he abruptly stopped.
Saitama had left the apartment without his uniform. Even without putting some clothes besides his pajamas. Had he... some ulterior motive behind his actions?
The wind made a sharp sound as it slid through Saitama's bold head, making a heavy atmosphere around the strongest hero the world had seen. Even if said world had refused to admit it.
His hand passed through his nonexistent hair, before looking up to the sky with his usual stoic face. He knew it wouldn't grow back, but it was almost a quirk more than a lame try to regrow his hair.
He had felt an unknown presence looking at him, too eerie to ignore. Of course, he didn't have some wild six sense or sensors like Genos, but that particular feeling had drilled into him like a bullet.
"Hello my dear replica, it is, Demiurge!"
A gruffy voice suddenly greeted him, too low to distinguish for a normal person.
"I'm half naked and drowsy. Could you jump to the conclusion?" Saitama sporadically said.
"But I haven't even... Alright..."
A ball of blue light appeared in front of him, barely ten meters away. Saitama had expected a somewhat more menacing foe, but nowadays it seems villains don't even try anymore.
"I came to put you away in a timeout box. Please don't struggle." The ball started to slowly approach him, taking its time to advance a meter.
"Ok."
Saitama's hand clenched and with an almost instant movement, he punched the air in front of him, creating a shockwave that disintegrated the ball of light in a matter of milliseconds.
"Hm. That was anticlimactic." Saitama said as he scratched his head and returned to his apartment.
Well that didn't work out. Thank me I don't feel pain.
But that just makes me angrier.I stuffed them into those physical corpses and this is the respect I get?
It was just this ungrateful baldy. If everyone was as bad as him, I would just explode their sun and be done with it. But it's not like that. All those other forms don't deserve to suffer the same fate as this hero.
I'll think up something. I have this job for two reasons after all. One, I made this job, two, I'm the best and only qualified conscience for it.
I will have to chisel something to fight against him. After just a little nap. Nah, I deserve two.