Author's Note:

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This chapter features more descriptions so please bear with me. The next chapter will have a lot of dialogue I promise.

I passed through the watery portal with the grace of a fashion goddess as I performed a seductive strut heralded by high pressure waves and dying deep sea fish. Dark energy crackling through the portal as my tentacles writhed in anticipation. The sun glistened on my wet clothes and moist 'skin'. It was time to play with powers not meant for the likes of humanity to comprehend.

Still, I could hear screams straight from vocal cord vibrations and alarms going off straight from the wires themselves. My arrival would meet some resistance it seems. I wonder how people saw me. Then again, I already knew. I could technically read minds by focusing on the neurons firing off in people's brains. Endbringer sight was weird that way.

Still I wasn't worried, far from it. I simply ignored the capes zooming in on my location. I was excited to right the complete and utter wrong that was the Kyushu disaster. Japan always had a special place in my heart. Having been to both Kyushu and Osaka twice, and Tokyo thrice. It was the land of hardworking and disciplined people. A place of industry and tradition. Of cultural evolution and preservation. Yet what was before me and my pet was not at all what I had so foolishly imagined.

The Webnovel's original depiction of the Endbringer attack didn't sound all that bad. Nine point five million losses during Leviathan's initial assault. Three million refugees left without a home. A great and terrible loss, but not devastating when measured against the total population size of japan in the year 1999.

However, Wildbow, talented, and exceptional as they were, did not convey the nuisances of the situation, the tiny details if you will. More than a decade since my Hydrokinetic 'sibling' had attacked, and the once-fertile agricultural lands were still tainted with saltwater. Both the Genkai and Sendai nuclear power plants in Kyushu had been broken open. Most likely due to the battle between Leviathan and Lung. Spread throughout the soil and life in the land was radiation poisoning. Though the rest of Japan had escaped the horrors that its sister isle had faced, what little radiation that had seeped through, only caused the country's situation to worsen.

My hands motioned to cover my lips, a horrified look on my face. If I could still cry, I would have. It was too much. All too much all too quickly.

The rest of the nation had survived, but at what cost? A devastating blow against the nation's overall morale, a sudden surge in destitute refugees, an economic implosion as foreign business slowly died. Combined with the emergence of old and recently triggered parahuman warmongers, like Black Kaze, and you could understand why the once prominent land of the rising sun had sunk like the Titanic.

Japan was by no means abandoned if the feelings of fear and terror in the brains of the humans around me was anything to go by. However, it was broken, and now it was time for me to fix it.

[From the perspective of one Tamiko Ryuuishi aka Mad Hōshu]

It had been years since the Kaiju known as Leviathan had dared to surface on the shores of Kyushu. And many more years since I had lost my son Kenta to the school massacre that claimed the lives of many wayward boys, though his body was never found.

Perhaps he had survived, and I had lost him when that beast had attacked, either way, now was not the time for tears. I had triggered with what the American's called a Tinker power. During the day I had lost my son, the day I lost everything I held dear, I triggered and gained the capability to create ranged devices.

At first, I hid my abilities, not wanting to use them. Seeing as I was a fourty-year-old woman that was unfit to join the Sentai Elite. It was difficult to cope without Kenta.

Months later, I fell into a pit of despair, creating weapons to exact my revenge on those who dared kill my son. I spent many days and nights preparing, but nothing could have prepared me for an Endbringer.

I tried to fight, but I was too afraid. The terrible waves, the sounds of destruction, the screams of my people. All of it was too much. I stood in front of my home, watching in terror as the beast had fought with the cape known as Lung. Perhaps I have him to thank for saving my home, but he was not here now.

Today, of all days, another Kaiju had dared to surface upon Kyushu's shores and I would not allow it. This bouncy inhuman squid woman, wearing a dress that was far too sexy. Today, I face this thing. Today, I make my stand, to avenge my people, to avenge my son.

"Goodbye Kenta, I will see you again soon…" I say this as I kiss the forehead of my son's picture, before placing it in my pocket. I hefted my tinker tech rail-cannon and began my assault with what was left of the Sentai Elite.

However, what I saw was not destruction, it was instead, creation.

The plants and soil, which had been infertile for many years, were growing lush and verdant with every touch of this woman's glowing hands. With a flick of her tentacles, buildings reshaped themselves into structures I never thought possible. Trees and plants grew from the very land she trod. The smog in the air cleared, the radiation levels from my weapons Geiger counter had gone to zero.

Kyushu had been reborn. I…I didn't know how to react. This Endbringer has brought my home back. I-I simply couldn't hold back the tears. Even as a titanic Sakura tree sprang from the ruined, but now refurbished park where I used to take my son.

"Kenta…I miss you, but I will not be joining you today. Our home has been made anew." I say this as my tears wet the photograph of my smiling son…

[Earth Bet – Kyushu, Japan]

I started with the lack of life because the atmosphere was clogged with poison and radiation. I opened the Necronomicon and it floated in front of me, its pages flipping ominously as I focused. I then spread my arms out whilst arching my back as if in ecstasy as I summoned multiple octopus-like tentacles around me.

The tentacles undulated and wiggled as they began to dig deep into the soil, the markings on each of my hands glowing fiercely as I began to use my powers with maddening precision. The tentacles were extensions of my power, a boosted and busted perk allowed me to do this. Shattered Limited was simply amazing!

First, I created a population explosion of malleable bacteria. Then, the gathered bacteria I had forced to multiply had transformed into plants that would rapidly eat up the radiation and saltwater. Slowly throughout Kyushu, my verdant touch was felt. Trees of varying species sprung up from the ground. Ignoring the multiple shouts of "NANI?!" and "H-Hentai!", I continued with my work. Smiling in amusement as I began creating 'new' plants.

Grass greener than biologically possible, grew soft and lush with my command. Plants and fruits capable of removing traces of radiation grew all over the island. Flowers and shrubs capable of cleansing the atmosphere blossomed. It was perfect. I felt a sense of satisfaction, though I wish I could still exhale in relief.

Then, I began with the infrastructure as my tentacles sprung from the ground to give suspicious touches to the buildings and rubble. Slowly but surely multiplying the tentacles in order to reform Kyushu from my memories back in 2018. The inorganic matter flowing like water and bending to my will. My recall was somehow perfect, another perk of being an Endbringer I guess.

I was careful to blend both modern and traditional architecture. It was as if the ancient Edo Period had fused with Modern Japan. It looked like a place where old had met new and created something else entirely. Curving castle-like buildings rising high with glass walls. Temples rising made of wood with a metallic sheen. Stones of varied sizes and types flattened to pave the road.

Soon enough, with each refurbished building and each piece of repurposed debris, I was finished. I was even kind enough to furnish the buildings with various pieces of furniture and appliances. Plumbing would come from natural water producing plants built into the buildings. The water would be completely safe to drink and the temperature could be changed with plant-like instruments that were easy to understand.

Then, I cleaned up the roads and parks, clearing rubble and creating a hybridized asphalt that would be completely safe minus human error of course. I didn't want to create living roads as that would cause more than a few questions. Anyways, I also created street lamps out of trees that glowed a perfect shade of orangish yellow. Said streetlights would mimic the warmth of the sun at night.

I was satisfied with my work, but somehow it felt like it was missing something…

Animals and insects! I forgot to add life that would sustain the newly grown greens of Kyushu! I quickly opened up a portal as all the tentacles around the city receded leaving no trace of the writhing appendages. Just as a few capes arrived, I quickly disappeared and reappeared in a clearing deep within the parks of Kyushu.

The clearing was spacious enough for what I had planned. I began my usual summoning only this time it required some chanting as I began my work.

[Statement: Iä or'azathbthnk ot ehyeeoglw'nafh]

In a blinding instant a titanic tower of titillated tentacles shot up from the magic circle that formed from the ground. Dark magic crackling and buzzing around the tentacles as I began to create new life. With a flex of my powers and core I transformed the tentacles into alien insects. Glittering butterflies, bees that would buzz out anime theme songs, beetles that shot out illusory fireworks and a myriad of other wonderful insects that would spread joy throughout Kyushu.

Then I pondered. I wanted to be inspired and so I thought of something quite fun. You see there is a manga known as Shibuya Goldfish by Aoi Hiroumi. Within the manga lies a story about flying fishes that would eat people. The concept of giant killer goldfish in Shibuya is hilarious, but the author managed to take that concept and make it horrifying. It was an absolutely thrilling read and one that I would recommend buying.

I would create new fauna that would defend the people of Kyushu and even protect them. Out from the tower of tentacles flew out different types of floating alien goldfish that would eat trash and poop rainbows, flying narwhals with horns that glowed in the night to guide people home, dolphins that would act likes flying dogs.

It was then that I also created the piece de resistance of my naturally unnatural flying fauna. You see with these powers I thought about how I could recreate extinct species. Much to my utter delight, the knowledge my golden tattooed left hand provided was more than enough to create the humble megalodon.

It was my artistic privilege and pride that made me want to bring back flying megalodons. However, they would have police sirens on their heads, aid police and capes alike, and best of all, they shot laser beams! Freakin' laser beams man! So out burst forth the megalodons from the final remnants of the tower. With my work finished-!

I was suddenly aware of a very irritating noise in the back of my core. Almost like distant shouting, except repetitive.

[Primary Directive: Be worth opponents!] It shouted, soft yet clear. A noise I could no longer ignore as I 'saw' multiple human life forms approach me. It seems the clap of my ass cheeks has alerted the PRT and other capes from around the world.

Some were wearing articles of clothing that were well designed, while some just 'looked' flat out tacky! Who wears an Armsmaster t-shirt and boxers over power armor? Seriously…Oh god, it was Armsmaster!

It was the early afternoon here in Japan so most of the American heroes and villains were most likely lacking sleep. Armsmaster didn't even have time to change. Although I have to say with my life senses, he wasn't compensating for anything with that halberd.

On the other hand, I could pinpoint the irritating noise from no one other than Eidolon, who was floating above the gathered group of capes with the rest of the Triumvirate. Those chiseled muscles of his were definitely attractive, but the inferiority complex that caused my current psychic irritation was not. I thought Eidolon had no good looks. Why was this Eidolon a physical adonis?!

All these thoughts aside I could understand what they were saying based on the signals that were going off in their brains. It was a strange way of being inside everyone's head, now that I was so focused on them. I could 'hear' them through the vibrations of their vocal cords, and 'understand' them through the movements of their mouth and tongue. They were trying to communicate with each other. However I was a degenerate of the highest degree and behind me was a towering mass of tentacles waiting to be 'used'.

This would make a perfect hentai. One hundred and seventy one capes and one tentacle Endbringer. We were all alone together, in a forest and they didn't know it but they were at my mercy. Still, perverted thoughts aside, it was time to make my exit. With a proverbial snap the Necronomicon closed and the tower of tentacles disappeared into nothingness.

Before I'm gone though, I give a seductive look and wink towards the triumvirate before disappearing in a flash of darkness.

[Earth Bet - Somewhere deep within the Pacific Ocean]

I returned to my spot of comforting isolation when suddenly a tiger shark attempted to bite my bosom only for it to be swatted into a fine paste of biomass with my right hand. What an odd day this has been. Waking up as an Endbringer, fixing Japan, getting mentally assaulted by Eidolon, and then bitten in the boobs by a tiger shark.

I internally sighed. A strange day indeed. Still I was 'home' now. Though it wasn't much of a home at all. Behemoth had the earth, Leviathan had the sea, and the Simurgh had space. Technically was being a hobo and camping it out in my brother's turf, but still. I wasn't sure what to do. That was when the pages of the Necronomicon flipped. It was the first time it acted without me, a creepy action though not one that was unwelcome.

The book revealed pages of R'lyeh. R'lyeh is a sunken city located deep under the Pacific Ocean and is where the Great Old One Cthulhu is interred. R'lyeh's bizarre architecture is characterized by its non-Euclidean geometry.

The Necronomicon revealed that when R'lyeh rises the only portion of the city that emerges is a single "hideous monolith-crowned citadel" in which Cthulhu is entombed. The human onlookers are awed by the sheer immensity of the city and by the frightening suggestiveness of the gargantuan statues and bas-reliefs.

The city itself was a panorama of "vast angles and stone surfaces too great to belong to anything right and proper for this earth, and impious with horrible images and disturbing hieroglyphs." The geometry of R'lyeh is "abnormal, non-Euclidean, and loathsomely redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours." The strange architecture of the city makes navigation on foot disorienting and treacherous; surfaces that appear flat may actually be tilted, and angles of masonry that appear convex at first glance may actually be concave.

It seemed the Necronomicon wanted me to recreate R'lyeh, but for what purpose? Perhaps it was a question best left unanswered. I thought this to myself as I smiled beneath my tentacles. Perhaps R'lyeh would make a good home.

The smile lingered as I got to work. I knelt on to the sand and rock, my assets taking on a wonderful aquatic jiggle as I began to focus. Grabbing some of the broken corals that I had left in my wake, I began performing a powered procedure. Transforming the dying colony of polyps into a growing cellular mass with my left hand. Then, with my right, I began to extend my reach. Slowly connecting the grains of sand with the power of The Architect.

Once the mass had reached an acceptable size I plunged it into the sand. Connecting both of my powers. The size of the cellular colony was comparable to a four-foot-tall ostrich egg. Said egg would 'hatch' when the time was right.

It took to a very long time for my powers to reach the desired distance. The sand was much more difficult to work with than soil, being separate molecules condensed with layers of water under an enormous amount of pressure. My smile faltered as I began to concentrate even further. My face taking on a more serious look as I adjusted my thighs out of habit. It wasn't that I was uncomfortable, I was simply moving them out of the human need to fidget.

The sand pulsed and vibrated, making my breasts and thighs jiggle wildly as I changed the very composition of the sand. Said sand darkening in color as it began to connect and solidify. Turning the coast of my project into mud while the center transformed into dark gray limestone with hues of green and blue.

Walls begin to rise, connecting into structures that were cyclopean in structure and non-euclidean in design. Cyclopean structure pertains to the Mycenaean architectural style that used limestone boulders roughly fitted together with minimal clearance between the adjacent stones. Though instead of being held together by clay mortar, the walls were connected at a molecular level. The buildings themselves were simply too big for the average human, instead of being sized appropriately for my 'siblings' should they choose to join me one day. These buildings also included the 'loathingly redolent' tower-like castle that began to surround me.

Meanwhile, the non-euclidean design simply meant that the geometry of the buildings wasn't confined to straight lines at right angles, triangles, squares circles, etc. The buildings I created were concave and convex at the same time.

Imagine two buildings, one being concave, which meant that its walls curved inward, and the other one being convex, which meant that its walls curved outward. So imagine both structures beside each other. At one moment both of them were concave and convex respectively and in the next, they switch. The concave building bloating outward and the convex building curving inward. Or imagine looking at the structures and as you are walking by, both of said structures change before your very eyes. From concave to convex and vice versa, simply from your point of view.

In addition, the shift of my buildings from concave to convex was inconsistent and unpredictable. Some structures end up looking the same while others constantly shift in shape and structure, with no repeatable pattern. Still, other buildings may change at some point and then stop altogether.

These chaotic changes would give unwanted viewers an uneasy view. It would make them question both their sanity and the very state of reality. Could this city, built by an Endbringer at the bottom of the ocean, be some sort of madness induced hallucination?

Though I did not make it as severe as the original R'lyeh, simply because I didn't want to kill those who were being snoopy. It would instead cause unwanted onlookers to feel as if they were on some sort of severe hallucinogenic drug. My face formed a satisfied expression as I continued with my work. My body, once again shifting out of habit and not need.

I took even more time as I began using The Architect to its full potential. Twisting the very physics of my soon to be home at a macroscopic level. The laws of quantum mechanics bent to my will. Borrowing ideas from the Necronomicon. Visitors and close onlookers would see the home I built from the perspective of being inside a fishbowl as spacetime curved around them. The horizon inside would no longer be straight, as the sun and moon would swing wildly depending on one's position. This and so much more.

It was then that I hatched the egg beneath my fingertips. Melding roots of pure life into the walls of my new home. The surrounding mud coast began to fill with ooze, seaweed, tubeworms, crinoids, corals, and other forms of sessile marine life. The buildings were then coated with the same dottings of life as algae and moss began to age the look of my new home.

Once I was satisfied with my work, I began to horrify my new abode. I began by erecting gargantuan statues depicting versions of the Great Old Ones. Said statues were depictions shown from the Necronomicon given life!

They had become...THE GREAT OLD ONES.

Cthulhu, the Great Dreamer. Azathoth, the Daemon Sultan. Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos. Ithaqua, the Wind Walker. Shub-Niggurath, the Black Goat with a Thousand Young. Yog-Sothoth, The Key and The Gate. These and many, many more.

The statues were individual masterpieces. They would be the most beauteous and beautiful things to ever grace this world. If I could still cry, I would have wept tears of joy upon witnessing the sights of my soon-to-be home. My face instead took a look of proud sadness as my huge breasts and man-killing thighs quivered in delight.

Once I was content with my artworks, I then began to add the finer details around the area. Creating oversized bas reliefs of the Great Old Ones while also adding adaptive plant life that provided a cool and refreshing atmosphere for visitors. Said plant life took the form of semi-sentient tentacles. Said tentacles were designed and based off of the sea life that existed on Earth. I did scatter some tentacle life forms based on some creatures I had brushed up on via the Necronomicon. They were beautiful secrets that I would reveal later on.

After finishing the fine details, I started adding traps that would activate on unwanted guests. Starting the edges, the oozes and sessile marine life would exude pheromones upon contact. Making potential assailants inconsolably scared. The tentacled forms of plant-life were given microscopic hypodermic barbs. Complete with a venom that would temporarily stupefy victims with their greatest fear upon contact. Fruit and vegetable shaped marine flora began to rise from the crevices of the limestone walls. Said flora was capable of exuding 'eat me' pheromones that upon consumption, would bestow the consumer with a variety of temporary, harmless, and amusing effects. If you considered temporarily turning inside out then turning back, suddenly breaking out into various bone breaking k-pop dances, and literally puking out exploding rainbows harmless. All this among other more interesting things.

Then I began to 'paint' my creation. Using the same concept of non-euclidean geometry, but instead of regarding angles and shape, I focused on color. My full domain began shifting in pigment, as a smirk landed on my lips.

It was then that I noticed a school of fish passing by, eager to explore their new surroundings. Their tiny brains are incapable of comprehending the true horrors that awaited them inside. So they were relatively safe. Relatively being the keyword in that statement.

I pushed away my distant thoughts as I refocused my attention. Splattering ever changing pigments deep past the surface of my creations. Friendlies would perceive as it was, simple, mentally acceptable shades dotting the limestone, mud, and various points of life. Enemies would see the landscape change before their very eyes. Shifting randomly depending on the viewer. Pastels turning into violently neon shades. Neutral shades become exceedingly bright as if the subject could produce its own light. Primary shades suddenly become so dark, that the subject would devour all visible light, making the said subject appear two dimensional.

It was as if excitable children and expert artists were battling it out. Changing the colors before the viewer's very eyes or based off of their moving perspective.

Then, as a final touch, I gave both organic and inorganic substances within my domain, the ability to produce moisture. This would ensure that my finally finished fixation would always appear wet. As if it had recently been doused with water.

Once I had finally finished, I took a moment to admire my sensually scintillating and hopelessly horrific work. Truly I was a former man, and now a woman of culture. A testament to the very strength I had gained from straying past the constraints of one CYOA.

Now it was time for R'lyeh to rise again. Tremors littered the seafloor as my island city began to rise from the depths. Jagged and natural rock formations rose beneath it, rising rapidly to reach the surface.

It was time for R'lyeh to rise again, or perhaps I should name it something else. The Necronomicon glowed ominously when I thought of naming the place something other than R'lyeh. How deliciously spooky. Still, I wasn't about to disobey a part of me.

A torrential geyser explodes from the surface of the water, water pouring out from every surface as my island city reveals itself to the surface of the world. I smile as I and all the living things on my isle shout in unison.

[Statement: Iä! R'lyeh!] The resulting echoes could be heard from miles away as I sat upon my newly crafted throne. Slowly but surely, I expanded my ever present biological and material senses until I could reach out to at least one PRT Director. I wanted to watch the aftermath of my actions after all. I could wait things out, Canberra was still a long ways away.

[Earth Bet- Somewhere in Orbit]

To the untrained eye, most would see the Endbringer known as the Simurgh and think her to be dormant. They would be wrong, of course. The multi-winged angel giggled softly among the stars. A few larger wings shielding her delighted expression from view.

[Statement: Amusement!]

Author's Note:

Translations:

Iä or'azathbthnk ot ehyeeoglw'nafh - Rise tower of genesis.

Iä - Rise

The next chapter will be posted before the year ends! As always thank you for taking the time to read the fic, it means so much to me! Stay safe, have a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.