[Edward POV]
With Saiki Kusuo’s high-level telekinesis—which essentially ans god-tier precision, force, and multitasking—I managed to advance the country’s plan by at least three years.
Honestly, it felt like cheating. It is cheating. The pink-haired high schooler’s entire existence is a cheat.
If I wanted to, I could pull a teor from outer space, levitate the entire Havana city, and pinch soone’s buttcheek from 1000 miles away.
Instead of having fun with the power, the first thing I did was roads.
I flew across rural highways, lifting entire pothole-ridden stretches of cracked asphalt and replacing them with fresh pavent. I even built so roads that connected to remote villages.
Compressed, then laid down stones, compressed again, laid down another layer—until a road appeared that could last five hundred years.
Roads are the foundation of a country.
No machines. No crews. Just , hovering a few feet above the ground like a lazy pink-haired god with construction powers.
"Again, Saiki... why do you want to be ordinary?"
That was just a rhetorical question. Turning soone to a stone with his gaze, not able to touch anything because of psychotry, constantly hearing people’s inner thoughts, I understood why he wanted to beco ordinary.
I straightened bridges, rebuilt so entirely, cleared rubble, and connected remote towns that hadn’t seen reliable transport in decades. Cutting stones into squares and then arranging them made feel like I was playing Minecraft.
"It took only two hours to do almost five billion dollars’ worth of work. The sun is almost up now," I said, bathing in the odd sense of satisfaction.
If any of my friends knew about this, they’d think I was being a money fanatic again.
"tori Saiko? The richest family in the world? Sorry, but with just one of Saiki’s abilities, his entire existence was already shrunk to oblivion."
Saiki’s OP as hell!! I was incredibly shocked. It was like he could edit the foundation of the universe itself.
I didn’t even break a sweat doing all of these. The power could be Saiki’s true strength without the limiter.
After the roads, I moved to the farms.
Cuba’s agriculture is stuck in the ’60s. Great people, hardworking—but their tools were ancient. They still till the land using bulls, and sotis they even lack the animals.
I used telekinesis to till hundreds of acres of barren fields in minutes. Basically ripping up the earth. Even wasted land was turned into farmland. So hills beca farms.
I dropped fresh seeds with pinpoint accuracy, then, using a temporary plant-growth spell I got from a gacha pull, I made the seeds sprout just enough—half-grown, healthy, and ready to thrive with minimal care.
The sun was up by then. Roosters started crowing, but I didn’t care. I hid myself with a camouflage spell and continued tilling the farms.
While taking a break, I saw an old lady farr with a hunched back going out to the fields, her legs shaking as she walked with a cane.
Her eyes widened when she saw the new farm in front of her house, and her cane dropped.
Her farm had basically increased tenfold. The new equipnt would arrive later that month, just in ti for harvest. It would have been hellish for her to do it alone, as she had been doing everything by hand.
"God?" she whispered, her voice shaking as she looked up at the sky, hoping to see soone.
’Why are you speaking in English, Oo old latina lady who lived in the countryside?’ I quipped internally.
I chuckled and used my psychokinesis to help straighten her back.
*CRACK.*
She moaned in satisfaction, decades of pain vanished. Then, she flopped on the ground.
Seeing her house was shabby, I tore down the trees nearby and processed them into building materials before completely fixing her house.
Grim reaper almost reap her early as she saw her house floating on the ground and was dismantled to the bone before new materials replaced the old ones.
Then I flew away.
"G–GOD-TO!" She exclaid again, with extra energy this ti.
"Now English with a Japanese accent? Who is even that old lady?" I muttered in confusion.
I also "borrowed" so livestock. Bought herds across the globe under fake nas, teleported the animals here, and left anonymous paynts behind.
No one got robbed, everyone got paid, and now our farms have cattle, goats, chickens, and even alpacas for so reason. I’m not sure who added those—probably Robin.
The deal for the farm animals was concluded days earlier; I just went to pick them up instead of waiting weeks for them to arrive.
Next up, water.
We needed aqueducts and canals. So areas had too much water; others had none.
So I carved channels through hillsides, built underground pipes, and linked natural reservoirs to thirsty farmland. Used stone from nearby mountains—clean, natural, and reinforced with tal using Magneto’s ability. The water flows now, effortlessly.
After that ca the hospitals. Small, simple clinics in villages where doctors had to walk miles to reach patients. I fixed twelve hospitals that were almost shut down.
Clean floors, proper plumbing, solar power, stocked with basic supplies I "acquired" from surplus warehouses and international aid that had been sitting unused.
Then I got ambitious.
"Let’s build a train track," I told myself. Not just any train—a maglev type. Currently there were no orders for it yet as Sado planned to do it after a year,but I wanted it sooner.
The fastest train in the world. I already knew how to build it, so I sent an order for the androids back ho. They would be the entire trains, finishing it in 4 days for one. I ordered 12 of them.
Maglev track construction is extrely expensive. It could cost around $50–150 million USD per mile, depending on terrain. To build the 540 miles of train tracks I was building right now, could take more than 37 billion dollars.
But I did it all for free! I could kiss myself! Although I had to hide it all for now.
By the ti I was completing the tracks, it was afternoon. I ate lunch while levitating in the air.
Sado kept calling as it was almost ti for the unveiling of the new power plant. Even the US president was calling.
I just sent them a short ssage: ’Don’t postpone the ceremony to wait for . I’ll be there in ti.’
I mapped a route from Havana to Santiago de Cuba. I cleared forests without harming ecosystems, built raised tracks with reinforced concrete and tallic supports, and made stations every 100 kiloters. Well, just shabby stations.
My psychokinesis could help to cut the trees, but for the tal part of the tracks, I needed to pull so magneto level manipulations. By activating that skill and pulling tal from so tal mines around, I molded them to create the train tracks.
It wasn’t operational yet—still needed the trains and tech—but the foundation was done. Ready for engineers to fill in the details. The tracks were the most important part here, and that part was almost finished.
It’s a good thing most of the countryn’s attention was on the TV– waiting for the president’s speech. No one really noticed what was going on.
"Wait a fucking minute!" I suddenly had an idea. "Why didn’t I think of this sooner?"
I flew at high speed toward the sea but stopped about a hundred miles off the Cuban coast.
"Well, I guess I can wait until the ceremony. Wait, I can build a fish farm too. Hmm, there’s so much to do, so little ti! AHH! Why am I so high-profile?! I could’ve done all this uninterrupted if I were just an ordinary guy!"
I returned to Havana reluctantly. There were several things I wanted to test out with these powers.
First was thane hydrates—also called FireIce—as it exists in a solid, ice-like form in the seabed but burns when exposed to air. One cubic ter of solid thane hydrate can release over 160 cubic ters of thane gas.
The world’s oceans contain more energy in hydrates than all fossil fuels combined. But extracting it without causing landslides or releasing massive greenhouse gases is the big issue.
In my previous life, so countries had begun experinting with extraction—Japan, China, and the USA being the ones who succeeded so far—but no one had comrcial extraction yet. The process was too unstable.
Second, I wanted to shoot the garbage patch island into the sun. Two years and almost five billion dollars later, my NGO had only cleaned up 12% of the garbage there.
Third, so sea treasures. Maybe I’d dive down to the Titanic using a psychokinesis shield instead of my original plan of using a submarine. No billionaire ever died in a submarine under the sea before.
I could try to find the Heart of the Ocean—that gem Rose so stupidly threw into the sea.
I knew the necklace was fictional, but there had to be other real treasures on that ship, right?
While I was at it, maybe I’d swing by the San José Galleon—the Spanish treasure ship that sank in 1708 near Colombia, supposedly carrying over 20 billion dollars in gold and jewels. In my past life, the Colombian Navy discovered it in 2015.
The oceans were full of lost riches. Who knew what I could find? Maybe I’d even find a school of fish and bring them back to Cuba’s waters.
Our population was weak, and restocking our fisheries could help. I might even start a fish farm while I was at it.
"Saiki-kun... you’re the greatest gacha pull I’ve ever gotten," I muttered.
"Too bad I’ve only got 14 more hours left. And now I have to waste ti giving a speech! I could’ve—well, wait. I can’t clone myself. But transforming soone else into wouldn’t be hard."
"So, you want to do it?" Robin asked, her expression lighting up. "You want to act like you for the rest of the day?"
I looked at her as I arrived ten minutes before the ceremony. "Can you?" I raised an eyebrow. Her grin was unsettling.
"Of course. I’d love to," she giggled. That made my senses tingle with warning—but I pushed the thought aside and transford her into before flying off again.
I saw the blimps slowly ascend to the sky from afar. There was a huge crowd of people watching from the plaza where Sado would give his speech later.
"It seems, everyone is excited." I smiled softly.
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[Edward/Robin POV]
I really wish he’d stop tearing up the ground whenever he leaves. We could only do so much to cover up the trails he left behind.
There was also a report about an old lady becoming hysterical after her back was miraculously straightened. Yeah... definitely his doing.
He pulled a God-mode and built a waterfall, a dam, a hydroelectric plant, in just a few hours.
I was in awe of him.
Now, how does he usually act again? Should I chew bubble gum, wear his hat sideways, throw on so gold chains with a big dollar sign, and put on sunglasses?
As I checked my reflection, I started to worry the transformation didn’t work right.
Despite the flawless face, there was none of the magnetism. Edward’s appeal wasn’t just physical—it was taphysical. It couldn’t be replicated. We all called it the golden halo. (Teruhashi’s bishounen aura.)
From any angle, he looked perfect. He could sneeze, and so girls would faint.
That’s why wearing his image for a little while felt exhilarating.
I tried pulling in my chin to give him a double chin for a bad photo. Then I half-sneezed and took another shot.
He looked terrible. Satisfied, I used his account to send the photo to all his friends. They’d appreciate it.
"It’s ti for the ceremony," Sado announced.
We stepped onto the stage, facing a sea of more than 100,000 people.
Yes, 100,000 thousand people showed up just to witness the activation of the new power plant.
Dusk had already settled in, and the sky was starting to darken. About an hour ago, the grand launch of the air blimps had taken place.
We’d already tested the plant, storing backup energy in case city consumption spiked above the limit.
Even if the blimps failed, we had a contingency. A reworked android-core reactor inside the facility. It could power the entire city for over five months if necessary.
A massive screen had been set up for the crowd to display the stored energy in real-ti.
Now, Sado stepped up to announce the mont everyone had been waiting for–the shutdown of the old power plant, and the activation of the new one.
The final switch had been delayed until this mont to avoid disrupting daily life.
Lights began to fill the city as the sun went down.
"My fellow Cubans." He said in a deep voice. I thought of it as cute.
Sado was apprehensive about being the leader of the country, as it ant that he needed to talk with people. Amongst all of us, he and Yuri Alpha were the less talkative ones. They could go weeks without even uttering a single word.
"Today is more than the launch of a power plant. It is the beginning of a new current—one that flows not just through wires and turbines, but through the soul of this nation."
"Pfft–" I almost burst out in laughter. Sado even glanced at , with a slight blush on his face. He wrote the speech himself, so that ant he thought of the pun and decided it was good.
"We rember our past. A past of struggle. Of darkness. Of having too little for too long. But that hardship gave us sothing priceless: unity. Strength. Resilience."
"And today, we take that resilience and turn it into light."
"This power plant doesn’t just power buildings—it powers dreams. Factories. Schools. Hospitals. Families. It tells every child in Cuba that the future is not sothing we wait for, it’s sothing we build."
"Let this be our first step, not our last. A Cuba where no child fears the dark! A Cuba that shines so brightly, the world can’t help but see us!"
"We rise, not as a miracle—but as a choice."
"Thank you. And welco to the new Cuba."
He stepped back. For a few seconds, the plaza was utterly silent—like the whole country had paused to take a breath.
Then the cheers erupted.
A thunderous wave of clapping, shouting, whistling. Firecrackers went off. Horns blared. A woman in the front row threw her crutches into the air—soone caught them.
Children on rooftops waved little Cuban flags stitched with the new energy sigil. The noise swelled into a wall of sound that vibrated through the ground.
I chuckled at the sight.
On the giant curved screen behind the stage, the data display shifted.
[MAIN GRID TRANSFER — LIVE FEED:]
Current Grid Output (Old Plant): 142.7 MW
New System Capacity: 500 MW (with 250 MW reserve)
Solar Blimp Contribution: 61.4 MW (Stable)
Wind Towers (East Coast): 37.2 MW (Fluctuating)
Android Core Backup: STANDBY (Operational)
[CITY CONSUMPTION (LIVE):]
Havana: 91.3 MW
Santiago de Cuba: 27.5 MW
Pinar del Río: 8.2 MW
Rural Zones: 14.1 MW
TOTAL: 141.1 MW
[SYSTEM STRESS: 28.2% (within safe range)]
"Transfer ready," said Sado into his mic. "Final switch, on your command. We’ll countdown starting at 10."
The crowd chanted. "10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!"
I did the honors of pulling the lever.
*CLANK. HHHZZZZZMMM.*
The entire stage rumbled slightly beneath their feet as the electromagnetic relays shifted.
[MAIN GRID TRANSFER COMPLETE]
— New System: ACTIVE
— Old Plant: DECOMMISSIONING
The screen updated again. A stylized animation of blimps hovered above a glowing Cuba, each one pulsing with stored energy.
Then sothing magical happened.
All across the island, lights turned on in sync—streetlights, house bulbs, even the stadium floodlights across the harbor. Like a wave of golden illumination spreading from Havana outward. The effect had been planned for drama, and it paid off. Everyone could see it. A literal dawn unfolding.
A sobbing old man dropped to his knees. A child in the crowd scread.
The data screen flashed again, now showing:
Efficiency Score: 96.7%
Projected Cost Savings (Monthly): $17.3M USD
Estimated Carbon Offset: 98,000 tons/year
The power plant could run almost perpetually, only requiring occasional maintenance.
Multiple news outlets from around the world arrived to witness the unveiling. Cuba had beco one of the rare nations on Earth to be completely self-sufficient, no longer dependent on fossil fuels.
Even the President of the United States felt pressured by this.
Back in D.C., I could practically hear oil executives choking on their brandy and cabinet mbers sharpening their resignation letters.
Cuba—of all places—had just leapfrogged the First World in energy efficiency, publicly, spectacularly, and under the nose of a U.S. president who applauded instead of suppressing. It wasn’t just a light show. It was a revolution of optics.
And the liberals? Oh, they were going to have a field day. For years, they had begged for sothing like this.
Now here it was: an island nation, long mocked as backward, lighting up its cities with wind-and-solar-fed blimps and decentralized grid technology—cleaner than anything New York had ever dread of.
Even though Cuba’s energy usage was only one-fifth of what New York required, it was the idea behind it that people were celebrating.
It made every "Green New Deal" sound like a toddler’s science fair project. It exposed just how bloated and inefficient the U.S. power grid had beco—how every blackout and inflated utility bill back ho was no longer inevitable, but inexcusable.
But that was exactly the problem. Edward had created sothing too pure, too undeniable.
The oil giants couldn’t market their way out of it. The think tanks couldn’t spin it fast enough.
This wasn’t theory—it was execution. Clean energy, live on screen, powering over 11 million people with excess capacity to spare.
The publicity created a kind of first line of defense for the country. Without it, there would’ve already been silent efforts to wipe us out.
The idea alone threatened trillions in fossil fuel infrastructure, decades of lobbying, and the very shape of global trade routes.
If Cuba started exporting the tech—or worse, giving it away...
We could expect imdiate retaliation.
Even now, traditional U.S. dia was spinning the story, claiming it was fake news.
How long could they keep that up? I didn’t know.
If I’m being honest, I was tired of these greedy people. I wanted to wipe them all out. It would be better to destroy the old system completely and build a new one—with Edward at the top.
But seeing that Edward hadn’t given up on them... I decided to let it go, for now.
We never told the world that Edward was the architect behind the power plant and the solar blimps. But in Cuba, almost everyone knew. That’s why he was the one chosen to pull the lever.
I snuck out of the ceremony once it was over.
Later, Sado ca by to talk in my room.
"Are you sure about greenlighting that?" he asked.
"What? I’m the Master for the day, aren’t I? I think I can do that," I replied mischievously.
He sighed. "But that’s the story of his mother. And now the country wants to turn it into a movie."
"Speaking of movies, what about the docuntary? What’s the first-day box office?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Only 50 million. Though it might earn more over the weekend," Sado said.
Just before dawn, we received a signal from Edward. It led us to the house where his mother used to live.
It had been burned to the ground during Miranda’s failed revolution two years ago.
But now, a new building had taken root on the sa soil. There wasn’t a single trace of Carn’s family mansion left—no resemblance at all.
When I asked Edward about it, he smiled and said, "Rather than recovering from the nightmare, I built the house my mother always dread of. I’m thinking of bringing her back to visit soday, so I need to create this place for her."
His behaviour always made confused. Why did a god like himself try to cater to these simple beings?
The country, his family, his hobbies, were all puzzling but intriguing to watch. I would continue to watch him. And as long as he’s still around, maybe I would understand why he’s doing all of this.
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