A few weeks passed, and the renovations on the building were finally done. I had also found someone to go around and recruit more members of Our Own Kind. I told people to move into the building—I didn’t really need to give them a reason. They were smart enough to understand the problem of being a member of my race: as spiritual life forms, we couldn’t really interact with normal people, which made daily life inconvenient. Since All the people I had turned had been declared dead or missing, it was easier to get everyone to live together in the base.

  I remember finding the perfect person for the recruitment job. I offered them the chance to become a member of my race, and they agreed without much hesitation. They even retained their ability after transforming, similar to that X-Men mutant—the one Charles Xavier has to constantly remind himself of using a mental timer. However, unlike that mutant, they had complete control over their ability. Normally, the X-Men version automatically erases all memory of them once someone gets too far away. But thanks to my strong mind, I was able to retain core details.

  Perhaps a certain number of memories were left intentionally—like the fact that I had recruited someone for this position and what their ability was. After all, since they have control over it, the only reason my memories would be erased is if it was intentional. Additionally, they can also restore memories of themselves that were erased, which greatly differs from the X-Men mutant. Not only can he not restore the memories, but he also has no control over their erasure in the first place.

  Essentially, I gave them the job of recruitment. I was the one who turned them, but I don’t actually remember any details about them—not their name, face, or personality. Their ability likely erased all that from my mind. I suspect I gave them another mission that required me not to know who they were, just in case. If no one remembers the spy, no one can reveal the spy’s identity.

  But enough of that. I needed to begin preparations for negotiations.

  First, I took a look at the newly renovated building. It was finally finished, looking well-refurbished. I could feel Hope’s gaze on me—those perverted eyes staring.

  I sighed.

  "I'm not wearing a dress."

  Her response was quick. "Then wear a bunny girl outfit."

  "Fuck, you got me. Fine, I'll cross-dress."

  You’d think people would notice the floating dresses and other outfits. After all, Creation magic can create physical matter but not spirit matter—the term I use for energy constructs that have become physical in nature. Our bodies are made of our souls, and souls are made of spirit energy. But the spirit energy composing our souls is so dense that it takes on a physical form, a state I call spirit matter. It exists in between the physical and spiritual planes, allowing us to freely interact with both.

  We were totally wearing the gothic lily dress.

  For casual wear, I wanted something firm—like a kimono. Stylish, practical. Since we don’t sweat, we don’t really need baths or showers, but we still take them for relaxation. Flare enjoys them, of course. We can still get dirty from actual dirt or crumbs in our clothes, but a quick cleaning spell can fix that.

  Cleaning spells are extremely easy; they're essentially low-grade purification. Purification magic vaporizes stuff with light, but if it’s weak, it can only target small things like sweat and dirt. Think of it as a magical, low-powered laser that cleans you. Of course, magic is weird—it follows the rules of physics when it wants to and breaks them when it doesn’t. Magic has limitless potential, its only limitations being energy and imagination.

  Hope smirked. "I'll wear the bunny girl outfit if you cross-dress."

  Hope smirked. "I'll wear the bunny girl outfit since your cross-dressing."

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  The Passionate sex was seven days of pure, utter chaos. Turns out, not needing to sleep as much as humans had its perks. Though... the structural integrity of this building might have been compromised thanks to a certain someone.

  Not hearing those ridiculously loud noises anymore was a relief. Could they not have set up a sound-canceling barrier or something? Actually, maybe that wouldn’t have helped. The real problem was their sheer intensity—they were literally compromising the integrity of the foundation.

  Impressive sex, really.

  I suppose it was a blessing in disguise. At least now I knew magic could be used in the bedroom.

  ...Wonder if I could create a magical dick. Oh, I guess I’d also have to create a magical asshole if I wanted to fuck Solarwind in the ass.

  Finally, I could rest, no longer worrying about the building collapsing because of those two. Honestly, I had to admire their stamina. We may not need sleep like humans, but going at it for seven days straight, with enough force to compromise a skyscraper...

  That was insane.

  After waking up from my passionate session, I decided to take a shower. Naturally, I could’ve just used a cleaning spell, but showers and baths have a mental and spiritual effect. They refresh the mind and spirit, especially when the water is enhanced beyond normal levels. Since I had plans, I didn't want to take a long bath.

  Unfortunately, modern bathtubs weren’t made for people to fit in. They had been completely phased out in my Earth's future timeline—only the wealthy could afford custom-made ones.

  Later, I spoke with Hope.

  "There are three main differences between a progenitor and a non-progenitor of our race.

  First, we can turn physical life forms into members of our race—if they consent.

  Second, our regenerative abilities make us basically immortal. As long as we have spiritual energy, we can regenerate, even if our soul is completely destroyed. As long as our spiritual energy hasn’t been depleted, we can come back from nothingness.

  Third, we have limitless potential. We can continuously get stronger. The most efficient way to increase our spiritual energy is through rigorous training, but that mainly refines our skills. It does increase our spirit energy a little, and it’s definitely faster than accumulating power by simply living longer, which is extremely slow. True growth takes time. The fastest way to gain power is through life-and-death battles—souls generate massive amounts of energy when they’re on the verge of dying.

  We should locate the Soul Society—or the Story Perfection, or whatever it’s called. But first, we need to get stronger while steadily increasing our numbers.

  I sighed.

  That one person… I doubt anyone remembers them. Their ability erased them from memory—like that mutant from X-Men, except they have full control over it. I remember recruiting them. I remember what their ability is… but I don’t remember who they are. I must have given them another mission—one that required me not to know who they were.

  Still, I needed someone to fight. A true life-and-death battle was the best way to increase my spiritual energy. Training refines skills, but the increase in power is slow.

  Progenitors don’t have a growth limit, so we accumulate power infinitely—though it’s barely noticeable at first. But after a few thousand years, it does add up.

  "Any annoying opponents that are decently strong?" I asked.

  Hope grinned. "Oh, I know exactly one. He’s a little stronger than you in terms of raw power, but his ability is insanely annoying.

  He can create clones.

  And every time he dies, he transfers into one of his clones."

  "...So he has infinite lives?"

  "Not exactly. He can only transfer into an existing clone. If you kill all his clones before he dies, he has nowhere to go. The problem is, he’s ridiculously good at shapeshifting. He might be using some kind of magic, but considering you only get one ability from the test route, I’m assuming it’s magic—like Loki-style physical transformation, not an illusion."

  "That doesn’t sound too bad."

  "His clones are tiny. About the size of a ant.

  But he disguises them as spiders."

  I blinked. "...Spiders?"

  "Yep. Hundreds, maybe thousands of tiny spiders. Since they’re clones, he can manually control them. If he is controlling them, they turn into 100m tarantulas. But when he’s not controlling them, they behave exactly like normal spiders. And get this—his concealment magic is so strong that even powerful appraisal spells can’t tell the difference between his clones and real spiders.

  Oh, and he can teleport. And he has clones all over the planet."

  "So despite being killed multiple times, he’s still alive?"

  "Yep.

  And though he's only slightly stronger than you, he's an extremely skilled fighter."