Alexander Bright, as the man had called himself, started his day by waking up to the sound of his alarm clock, which he managed to make work along with the rest of the energy after imagining a small nuclear reactor in the basement of the building.

Which copied the appearance of the fusion generator from Fallout 4, which magically worked generating energy for the entire place after connecting it. In the same way, it also created a kind of spring that supplies water and a heater.

While he was bathing, Alexander continued to better understand the power he had, to begin with he knew that he could not leave the building, it was as if there was nothing in that place.

So after days of trying to get out he stopped wasting time and instead dedicated himself to thinking about some things, especially the things he needed.

Although it was accidental at that moment he wanted to have a cigarette so when a pack appeared in his hand he realized that he could create those things so he began to experiment.

First with small things, food and finally trying to expand the place, however he could expand it but it would be weak, so first he took care of making the basement where he put the generator, heater and water spring.

Later he simply thought that everything was integrated and magically everything worked, which made him assume that within that building he was god although he quickly denied that statement.

This is because he could not create life of any kind, it is true that he could create meat but he could not create the living animal, even the simplest fly or worm could not be created.

So remembering the only thing he could think of that was close to his fictional knowledge were the dimensional lords, in Marvel both in comics and in the movies it is explained that the dimensional lords have control within their dimensions.

They are kings and lords but they have restrictions, so that being the most coherent explanation he had, he assumed that he was a lord of a dimension in which he had been lucky to arrive.

Which answered one of his questions but gave no further explanation about how he got there, why him and more importantly what the hell happened in his world with that being that the cultists brought.

When Alexander stopped bathing he changed his clothes and prepared breakfast, some pancakes with maple syrup, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, sausages, hash browns and a cup of American coffee.

Biting into the soft pancake with his fork, he enjoyed that flavor while he drank the hot coffee from it.

When he finished he simply disappeared the cutlery since he was not going to wash dishes, not when he could simply disappear and appear with his thoughts.

It might be an unnecessary waste of power but he didn't even know if he was strong or if at some point this might change, either way he kept his thoughts distracted from him while he tidied up his home.

A few months passed until he had perfected that bar so much that he tried to expand it to the sides remembering the shape of the building where he was originally in the game.

But his attempts were ineffective so he tried it up and it was then that he magically created the fourth floor of it, although he ended up quite tired so he went to sleep.

In the early morning he heard the noise of the door of his establishment so without thinking and almost automatically he went down the stairs until he reached the main door which he opened.

Only to see a group of men dressed in funny clothes whom he could distinguish as tiger claws, in their looks they did not seem very happy but Alexander, far from feeling afraid, just yawned.

"Can we know why you knock on the door at dawn?"

The group of gang members looked at each other for a moment before raising their weapons so Alexander who had not yet woken up simply waved his hand as if he were chasing away rabid animals.

What he didn't know was that when he did it, the group of gang members simply turned into ashes. He didn't realize that because he closed the door again and returned to his bed where he fell asleep again.

However, what happened at that moment had been broadcast throughout Night City by one of the gang members who was broadcasting what was supposed to be repossessing a building he owned.

In just minutes, Netrunners, Mercs, corporations, fixers, civilians and the government of Night City learned of the appearance of a cursed angel with black hair and golden wings who had simply turned a group of gang members into dust.

Alexander, for his part, slept with a smile since he thought that everything had been a dream and he could not be judged since the poor man had been alone in that place for years with only darkness in the background.

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