I.. Am God?

"Then, I shall do my part to help you all." Andre raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Inside the five, a faint sound of chains breaking was heard inside their souls, shocking them.

"Lord? You're releasing us?" They gasped. Andre nodded, "If your highest powers are sealed, you wouldn't be able to do my orders efficiently. That's why I am unshackling you all."

"Thank you, Lord!" They all knelt down with joy before being ordered by Andre to leave the room.

Hours after that, the world started to change. At the mountains, martial arts masters gained enlightenment fast and they all started to cultivate. In the Philippines, the Mystics deep inside the woods were amazed as their connections to the Spirits soared. In Europe, magicians turned into mages.

Months later, humans also slowly changed fundamentally. Still, the governments tried to contain the supernatural and hid them from the public. The supernaturals were integrated into the force of their countries, treating them as research subjects.

China established the Dragon Guards, Japan established the Onmyouji, US formed the Secret Force, etcetera etcetera.

But not all countries had the ability to control their supernaturals. The Qing Dynasty, which lasted for nearly four hundred years, was overthrown by the original cultivators. They then secretly established the Xia Dynasty and started teaching cultivation and martial arts to people, hiding from the world.

Although superpowers have descended in the world, only the higher government knows it.

Months later, Andre was alerted when a commanding personnel from the Ouroboros Foundation contacted him.

"President, we found a remnant of the Aztec people, and they're saying something about prophecy. Would you like to see them?" The man behind the phone asked.

"Aztecs?" Andre narrowed his eyes. Before the Aztecs were slaughtered by the Spaniards in their colonization, they were a considerably powerful dominion that dominated Central America not just because of their military, but because of their highly accurate divinations.

Although Andre has existed for a long time, not even he knew where the Aztecs really connect, because he had no idea of who they are calling upon. But it is undeniable that their minds have transcended the norms of that time, as their spirits were a lot stronger than any human that existed. Although Andre has watched them come to being and develop, he had never seen anyone nor anything that influenced the Aztecs that resulted in their unusualness.

It is also because of their unusualness that Andre let the Spaniards colonize their territories, to eliminate a race that is highly likely to have connections to the mysterious anomalies.

Learning that the Aztecs still have descendants to this day, Andre has decided that he had to go, "Where?" He asked seriously.

"We are currently in Gyeonggi-do, President." The man answered.

"Where the hell is in Gyeonggi-do? That place is huge!" Andre yelled and stood up from his seat and walked to the door after grabbing the hanging jacket that was on the back of the chair.

​ "My apologies, President." The man replied, "We are currently in Namhansanseong."

Andre stepped out of the house and yelled once again, "Why are you all in there?! I have already said before that that place is a forbidden site!"

The man behind the phone quavered, "It was the person's wish, President Ouroboros."

Andre grunted with displeasure before ending the call. He then dialed on his phone a number. After a while, the call was answered. "Your Excellency?" The person asked.

"Mimicry, prepare the jet for me. I'm going to Korea." Andre ordered before ending the call immediately.

He waited for a taxi for a few minutes before one stopped in front of him. The taxi rolled down the window. "To the airport, please. Fast." Andre opened the car's rear door and entered without even waiting for the driver's response.

"..okay?" The bewildered driver couldn't disagree so he stepped on the pedal and drove at full speed.

In the middle of the ride, Andre received a text from Mimicry. It was a file. Andre opened it and saw a ticket that was authorized by the Royal himself. He turned off the phone and closed his eyes.

When they arrived at the airport, Andre had already morphed into his mid-40s look, the look that he was using inside the Foundation, and strode inside without stopping. He didn't even stop at the receptionist and walked straight to the airport ramp. When he was stopped by the airport staff, he showed them the ticket and continued to walk. The staff wasn't even able to do anything.

Outside, the same Gulfstream G550 was already prepared, facing the taxiway. Andre was then greeted by ten suited men outside. "Greetings, President Ouroboros. I am Lieutenant Felipe Villaruel, Head of the Sixteenth Defense Force. We have been ordered by Chairperson Mimicry to be of your assistance." The man leading the party bowed to him.

Andre slightly nodded at them and continued to stride towards the plane. Behind him, Felipe placed his right wrist in front of his mouth and said, "The Foundation's President is boarding the plane." After doing so, they immediately followed him to the plane.

From the different corners of the city and the airport, a total of four massive 40-meter black military-grade advanced quad tiltrotors and twenty advanced UAV stealth drones that could reach speeds up to a thousand kilometres per hour started their engines and prepared.

Inside his private jet, Andre and the Foundation troops sat comfortably on their seats as they felt the jet engines rumble and began to operate. Finally, the plane's wheels began to move and accelerate to the runway. A couple of minutes later, the jet withdrew its wheels and finally left the ground.

When the Gulfstream G550 started its takeoff, the troops at the air bases had already boarded the tiltrotors. As soon as the jet left the ground, the tiltrotors and drones promptly followed suit.

In the sky, the formation of the aircrafts was splendid. The jet in the middle with four tiltrotors surrounding it in its four cardinal directions and the twenty drones forming a circle around the jet with the tiltrotors. Although only the four tiltrotors could be seen surrounding Andre's private jet, it still looked awesome.

Hours later, they finally landed at Incheon International Airport. Earlier, the airport has been fully vacated by people, with other flights that was scheduled to land be redirected to other airports. Everyone was displeased and dismayed but they, unfortunately, cannot do anything with the decision.

Andre and the guards descended the plane, walking into the inside of the airport. As soon as they entered inside, they immediately saw the huge line of soldiers that formed in the airport grounds, leading to the exit.

"Welcome, President!" The soldiers shouted and bowed towards him. Andre was nonchalant as he continued to walk to the outside.

Seeing that, the soldiers immediately rushed out to their armoured vehicles that were parked outside, with the others and Lieutenant Felipe guiding Andre to his designated vehicle that was plated with a missile-proof shell.

As soon as everyone boarded their vehicles, Felipe raised his wrist to his mouth once more and commanded the troops, "Move!"

Eeeng! The sounds of wheels grating on the ground and all the vehicles dashed out of the airport gates. A total of fifteen cars, including Andre's, went out of the airport, shocking everyone outside. Now, they now why the airport closed for the public; there was a VVVIP!

Inside the vehicle, Lieutenant Villaruel turned to Andre and said, "President, we are currently in Incheon. It would take us about 2-3 hours to arrive in the Namhansanseong Fortress because of the delay. You can rest if you want to."

Andre didn't respond and looked directly at the front of the road. With silence, the journey continued peacefully.

One and a half hours later, they arrived in Seoul. Lieutenant Villaruel took out his phone as it vibrated and answered a call.

"This is Lieutenant Villaruel speaking."

"Yes."

"Really? Okay, I'll inform them." Lieutenant Villaruel placed down the phone and turned to Andre, "President, apparently, Songpa-daero is blocked, so we are going to use the path to Wiryeseong to enter Gyeonggi-do. Is it okay with you?" He explained.

"Go. As long as we go to Namhansanseong immediately and not let the personnels stay for a minute longer there." Andre replied with irritation.

Villaruel nodded and radioed the other vehicles, "We're going straight to Wiryeseong-daero!"

"Copy that, Lieutenant." "Roger, Lieutenant." The men from the other vehicles responded.

At Yangjae Road. Everyone was minding their own, with the sounds of car horns here and there, filling the road. When the green lights turned on for the cars on Yangjae Road, everyone immediately stepped on their pedal and got to move, when suddenly, the green light turned red once again.

Beep! Beep!

"Mwoya? The hell's wrong with the traffic light?"

"Shibal-saekki!"

"Aish!!"

Everyone on the road went mad as soon as the light changed to red. But, they were silenced when they saw an array of military soldiers rushing to make a line to stop any car from continuing. All of them had rifles on their bodies, so the people couldn't even argue and could only silently curse at them.