Takumi sprawled on the bed inside his new villa—a minimalist, wood-paneled room framed by soft amber lights and a ceiling that adjusted brightness based on heart rate. The mattress had been Herrscher-engineered to auto-regulate spinal pressure. Because if he was building a civilization, then good sleep was mandatory. Civilizations did not begin with kings or flags; they began with comfortable beds.
He stared up at the ceiling, exhaled, and opened the chat group.
He was… exhausted. Not physically—his new Authorities meant he could probably fight for a month straight without rest. But mentally? Emotionally?
He had constructed a world in one day.
A town. A school. A plaza. A giant tree-library. A food-supply system.
He even negotiated deer rights and created a curious baby robot named Mame.
Now came the hardest part.
People.
So he typed it.
Chat Group — Immigration Chaos Mode
Takumi:
I'm back.
Who wants to immigrate?
Housing: free. Land: free. Robots included.
Become founding elders of the world.
Bonus: free superpowers.
The chat exploded instantly.
Fujiwara Chika:
YOU FINISHED??
YOU BUILT A WHOLE SOCIETY OVERNIGHT??
DID YOU USE THE COCOON??
ARE YOU A HERRSCHER NOW??
DO YOU HAVE THE SAME POWERS AS INSECT GIRL?!
Takumi rubbed his temples.
Takumi:
You're underestimating me.
I didn't get one Herrscher power.
I got dozens.
Plus this world's entire knowledge base.
I also unlocked the superpower awakening serums.
Come to my world for free abilities.
Silence fell for a second, then—
Sagiri:
FREE.
SUPERPOWERS.
(ﾟﾛﾟ)
Chika:
SUPERPOWERS?!?!?!
WAIT, IS THIS A PYRAMID SCHEME?!
Himeko:
You inherited the entire civilization?
Even if it was destroyed, that's massive value.
Zhongli:
This explains your sudden control level.
One civilization's legacy, refined, is no small thing.
Takumi grinned at the shocked barrage.
He pulled up the blueprint logs in his mind—the old civilization's power system. Weak compared to him, yes, but powerful enough to make ordinary people into city-busters.
He shared the classification he'd made earlier.
Takumi:
Power Levels:
Lv1 — Break a wall
Lv2 — Break a villa
Lv3 — Destroy a 10-story building
Lv4 — Destroy a street
Lv5 — Solo city destruction
Lv6 — Solo country destruction
Lv7 — Solo continental destruction
Lv8 — Planetary destruction
I'm Lv8.
The reactions were immediate.
Zhongli:
By this metric, I should be Lv7.
Destroying a continent is feasible.
Akeno:
I'm Lv4…
Street-breaking level…
Why do I suddenly feel small?
Chika:
WAIT. YOU FORGOT A LEVEL.
REGULAR HUMAN LEVEL.
LV0: BREAK A DOOR!
OR TRY TO BREAK A DOOR AND FAIL!
Sagiri:
LV0-0: CAN'T EVEN BREAK A DOOR!!!
HELP!!!
Takumi snorted.
He loved these idiots.
But he had to stay on track.
Takumi:
Anyway.
Immigration.
Sagiri? Chika?
You can bring your families too.
Cross-world transfer soon.
This is your chance.
There was a pause.
Then—like a dying siren—Chika typed:
Fujiwara Chika:
I…
I do want a fresh start.
Free land AND powers is tempting.
But…
My family will ask questions.
SO MANY QUESTIONS!!
Sagiri:
I want powers!!
But moving to another world is kinda scary!!
Like, what if there's no Wi-Fi???
Takumi:
Wi-Fi?
Sagiri.
I have the knowledge of an entire civilization.
You'll have quantum Wi-Fi.
Honkai-proof.
Storm-proof.
Idiot-proof.
Sagiri:
W A I T
THERE'S HONKAI IN YOUR WORLD.
Takumi pinched the bridge of his nose.
Takumi:
NOT ANYMORE.
I cleaned everything.
Removed the Honkai energy.
Captured the high-level beasts for later use.
Reverted the rest to food-grade animals.
Chika:
YOU WHAT????
YOU TURNED A PLANETWIDE DISASTER INTO A SUPERMARKET????
Akeno:
Ara~ Leader Takumi is very efficient~
Himeko:
Three billion beasts collected?
That's… excessive.
But practical.
Takumi stretched out on his bed, eyes half-closed, smiling faintly.
He felt something he hadn't felt in days:
Security.
Comfort.
A place he could sleep without fearing monsters.
He continued.
Takumi:
Look.
This world is empty.
I'm the only human.
If you immigrate now, you'll literally be the first community.
Founding elders.
You'll shape the culture.
The schools.
The government.
The snack stalls.
Everything.
There was another pause.
Then Chika typed:
Chika:
Takumi.
What exactly did you build?
Takumi:
A forest city.
A library-tree taller than a skyscraper.
Homes.
A school blueprint.
Clean water.
AI teachers.
Learning robots like Mame.
A plaza.
Parks.
Fruit orchards.
Quantum communication nodes.
And a snack festival site.
Also a deer-therapy area.
Chika:
…
…
A SNACK FESTIVAL???
Takumi:
Yes.
Chika:
I'm in.
Sagiri followed quickly.
Sagiri:
Chika's going???
Then I'm going too!!!
I want powers!!!
And a safe place to draw!!
And robots!!!
AND A LIBRARY-TREE!!!
Takumi froze.
They actually agreed.
His heart punched against his ribs.
He…
He wasn't going to be alone anymore.
The idea hit him harder than any Authority.
Himeko:
I'll observe before deciding.
But I am curious.
Akeno:
I might visit.
Temporarily.
Zhongli:
I will come later.
A civilization at birth requires careful stewardship.
Then the system chimed.
[New Feature Unlocked: Cross-World Immigration Protocol]
[Leader Takumi may approve or deny immigration requests]
[Arrival cost per person: 10 Points]
[Time dilation applied: 1 day (outside) = 100 days (inside)]
Takumi stared at the alert.
It was happening.
Actual people.
Human beings.
Coming into this world.
His new world.
His civilization seed.
His… home.
He felt the psychological shift hit him like a cold wave.
Responsibility.
Hope.
Fear.
Loneliness evaporating.
I won't be the last human anymore.
Takumi:
Cross-world transfer is open.
Sagiri, Chika—start earning points.
Immigration passes cost 10 points.
I'll help however I can.
Chika:
I only have 2 points…
Takumi I need a job!!
Sagiri:
ME TOO!!!
Missions!!!
POST MORE MISSIONS!!!
Takumi laughed, rolled off his bed, and sat up.
With a thought, he materialized a holographic console filled with mission templates.
He'd make jobs.
He'd give tasks.
He'd flood them with opportunities.
This was civilization-building.
Gamified.
Shared.
Chaotic.
And somehow… beautiful.
He typed:
Takumi:
Okay.
Mission #12: "Design a school curriculum."
Mission #13: "Compose a theme song."
Mission #14: "Write a children's story."
Mission #15: "Draw the town's first logo."
Mission #16: "Create the first cultural holiday."
2 points each.
Chika:
HOLIDAY???
SNACK FESTIVAL DAY!!!
Sagiri:
No. NO.
DRAWING FESTIVAL DAY!!!
Akeno:
Ceremony Day~?
Zhongli:
Founders' Reflections Day.
Takumi watched their bickering fill the chat window like warm light spilling through a door.
For the first time, his new world didn't feel empty.
He stood up, stretched, and stepped onto the balcony where the night wind ran through engineered leaves.
His world was dark, but it wasn't dead.
Soon—
Soon he would have people.
Voices.
Culture.
Life.
Takumi whispered into the wind:
"Let's build a civilization worth living in."
And the world answered with quiet, patient promise.