As soon as she's gone, I create a portal to Switzerland in 1895. The Julius Baer Group Ltd Bank that is top 3 on 2025 is only five years old in 1895.
I create a few abilities. I do this because it'seasier to have specialized abilities in addition to [EX NIHILO], because constantly creating things for myself is a hassle.
I create an ability called [SHIFT], which enables me to shape-shift into any form I want and has a side ability [Omnilingual], which allows me to speak, write, and understand any language I want with a matching accent.
Next, I create an ability called [Charm], which grants me insanely high levels of charisma, making me appear in the best way possible to all who can either see, hear, smell, or touch me.
With the necessities concluded, I use [Shift] and change into a 6'2" man with vivid blue eyes and ink-black hair, resembling a slightly different and much older version of myself.
I now look about 30, but my physique is that of an athlete in his prime.
I give myself a Tony Stark-style beard and create clothes in the style of those belonging to the rich of this era.
With all said and done, I proceed to the Julius Baer Group Bank five years after its creation.
I chose this one because I know that in the future, my time, it will be a top 10 bank in Switzerland.
Stepping through the lobby, I wink at the cute Swiss receptionist woman who blushes intensely, most likely due to the combo of my handsome appearance and [CHARM].
"He-hello, sir. What can I do for you today?" She stammers, attempting to remain professional despite her obvious flustered condition.
"Well. It depends. Now? Or... later?" I ask with a grin. She turns bright red, and the other receptionists are even getting second-hand flustered.
"S-s-sir. I am a-afraid that I can only help you with w-work related requests." She manages to squeak out, red as a tomato.
"Ahhhh... a shame. But since you're so cute, and asked nicely, I must comply.
Although I must say, I do envy your husband. He married a goddess amongst humans. A remarkable feat...." I say wistfully.
"But in any case, I'm American, but I've heard this is the best of the best as far as banks go. And looking at you, I must concur..."
"You are correct, sir." A new voice replies, cutting off the cute receptionist before she could reply.
"Ahhh," I say with a grin. "You must be the manager! Manager..."
"Baer. Caesar Baer."
"Of course, Mr. Baer. You see, I have an inquiry."
"Of course. Mr....?"
"Blackwell. Atticus Blackwell. My inquiry is if you could accommodate my resources of 7 billion dollars... immediately."
"O-of course! Right this way!"
Several hours later, the seven billion dollars that I had created had been registered under an account titled The Blackwell Family Fund.
As I walk out of the bank, I turn invisible, then create a human that looks like and sounds Alfred from The Christian Bale Batman movies.
I gave him the exact personality of the Alfred he was modeled after, but with me as his master insttead of Bruce, and granted him the skill [MORPH], which allows him to shapeshift his features, and minimally shape-shift his physique, so as to avoid suspician of the same man being the account's keeper.
I also made him immune to sickness and gave him another skill called [HISTORICAL OMNISCIENCE], which means he knows everything that has ever happened until the current second, excluding me, my powers, or anything related to that matter. He has full immortality, and invulnerability making death impossible for him.
Then I gave him a tattoo vassal seal, which means he can't physically deviate from my will.
Adter giving him the key and acciunt number and ither details, I told him to buy the most luxurious beachside land in what will be modern-day Texas and to build a huge and luxurious estate there under the Blackwell family name.
I told him to call it L'immortel Domaine de Blackwell Manor.
Then, I portaled back to the present day. Then, I created an untraceable iPhone 16.
In addition, I created an untraceable Amex Black Card connected to the private account at an overseas Swiss Bank in the Blackwell Family name, loaded with $250 billion that had accrued interest and value from the mere $7 billion I had deposited over a hundred years ago.
Well, technically $248,498,461,538.
But hey, who's counting? Anyways, I use [SHIFT] and create my default appearance, which is just me now, only... perfect.
6'5" tall, with a perfect-looking lean, buff physique, ink-black hair that is perfectly styled in a textured comb-over, putting my intense bright blue eyes on full display.
Next is the short-sleeved, tight-fitted black Nike compression shirt, followed by black Nike sweatpants, and black Forces.
On my neck, tucked under my shirt, is a golden cross chain necklace.
On my wrist is a Patek. Then, I create a portal to an open area close to the neighborhood and create a brand new Koenigsegg Jesko Odin with [INFINITE GAS], [NO SPEED CAP], [INVULNERABILITY], [SCRAMBLER PAINT] skills.
The [SCRAMBLER PAINT] skill was awesome, if I do say so myself.
I made it so any method of finding the car with intentions unaligned with my own is deemed instantly ineffective.
Be it a person's memory, or a camera or capturing tech like it.
It would change the plate number and car model entirely in the person's memory, and recording or picture.
It was untraceable. For example, if a kid posted a video of my Jesko Odin in a high-speed chase, everyone would see it.
But a person watching with the intention to report, or catch me or my car, would find that they are reporting and describing a car completely different than mine.
And if they talk about it to someone with zero intention to report or catch me, the person trying to catch me would sound crazy for mentioning a car completely different. This applies in real-time as well.
Anyway, the next thing I did was create a wallet with $10,000 cash, my I.D. and driver's license, and a few coupons for places to make it seem realistic.
I put my Amex black card inside, then created the skills [PERFECTED AUTOMOTIVE DRIVING], [PERFECT REFLEXES], [INSTINCTIVE INTUITION], [ABSOLUTE BODY CONTROL], [G-FORCE NULLIFICATION], and [TOTAL RECALL].
Then, I hopped in my sweet new ride and drove down the empty side road at 276 mph, engine roaring, until I reached the outskirts of the gated community where our house was.
I slowed down to an agonizing 15 mph and pulled into my driveway and watched in amusement as Alicia ceased pounding on the shed door to turn and look at me.
"Looking for me?" I say with a grin, dramatically spreading my arms wide.
"Whoa!!" Was all she could manage in the moment, as she was busy ogling my car.
I was just heading out to angrily take out the garbage after losing a bet to my annoying twin sis when a a glint caught my eye. Pulling into my childhood friend Kylie's house was a supercar that must be expensive. I was slightly confused because I could've sworn that Kylie and the rest of her family had left for Manhattan early this morning. I quickly pull out my phone, already recording, and wait to see who gets out. The doors swung up, and the most perfect man I've ever seen steps out.
"Damn..." I vaguely hear myself whisper. "He's hot as fuck..."
Suddenly, Alicia Killganon, Kylie's 7-year-old half-sister comes from around the corner.
At her appearance, the mystery man throws out his arms and grins with a perfect smile saying, "Looking for me?"
Alicia crosses her arms and pouts. "Killian! You scared me! I thought you went to Coast Cliff World without me!"
The man chuckles softly and picks up Alicia before saying, "Whaaat! You doubted me? How could I, you're super duper totally awesome big brother, leave my adorable little sister behind?!? That would be a crime!"
My eyes widen as Alicia giggles in response.
Wait a minute! The sexy rich guy is...
"KILLIAN!?"
KILLIAN'S POV
I turn as I hear someone yell my name in shock. I see my sister Kylie's two oldest friends.
Piper, a gorgeous redhead with freckles across her nose. Her long fiery hair is perfectly styled, and her emerald green eyes perfectly complete her well-above-average face.
Standing at about 5'5", her slender yet perfect toned hourglass figure is a result of her years of gymnastics, cheer, dance, and, strangely enough, competitive Yoga.
Her C-cups are perfectly round, and her toned and firm flat stomach shows a hint of abs.
Next to her is the irrationally curvy, other identical twin, and Piper's other half.
With a huge, perfectly curvy and protruding ass and thighs, barely contained by her jeans, she completes the look with a pair of knockers that seem to be competing with her huge ass over who's bigger.
Her white tee almost audibly cries in an effort to restrain her massive breasts.
Over her white tee is a jean jacket matching her ripped-style jeans.
On her stunning face is a pair of glasses.
I begin to respond, but Alicia beats me to the punch.
Figures...
"Liz! Piper!" She yells, jumping from my arms and running to where the two girls are standing in utter shock. "Kill Kill's taking me to Coaster Cliff World! You guys should come too!"
"Li Li! Those two probably have a lot going on with college. They probably don't wanna come wit-" I try to say before I hear the one with a phone who yelled my name say, "I'm game... Liz?"
"Y-yeah! Yeah. Totally. Let's go!"
I sigh. "Whatever. But it's got two seats..."
Piper smirks and struts up to me, oozing confidence. "It's okay. I'll just sit on your lap!" she says before taking a few selfies with my car.
"Ahhhh, whatever," I sigh in resolution. "Let's go, y'all. I'm hungry. We'll stop at a restaurant on the way there..."
"Ooohhh, oooohhh!" Alicia says, excitedly jumping up and down. "Cheddars! Cheddars!"
I smile at her boundless energy and ecstatic enthusiasm.
"Cheddars it is..."