I.. Am God?

After doing so, he spent his day researching and listening to Sishen Maldee's pieces. He discovered that all of them were classical music from Earth.

He listened to them and enjoyed the small presence of his world inside Betania.

The day passed, morning came. Matthias visited the cafe once more and ordered the same coffee and bread and ate slowly.

4:00 PM came and Matthias checked out from the hotel. The chauffeur was already waiting outside with his car. The chauffeur handed him the key and left.

He got in his car and drove towards the airport. The road was filled with cars and he arrived at the airport at 6:30, thirty minutes until the flight started.

He embarked the plane and waited for it to ascend.

The clock turns to 7:00 and with the plane full, it launched to the sky, traveling to Trassex Federation.

He arrived there at 6:00 in the morning and he was received by an agent of the Federation with a limo and four armored vehicles.

"Greetings, Sir Matt Eisenhower." The agent greeted.

"Mhm. Shall we get going?" He replied.

The agent nodded and opened the limousine's door for him.

Suddenly..

"Bang!"

"Ahhh!"

A shot reverberated in the surroundings. The agent was shocked and hurried to Matthias, "Get down, sir!"

But he stopped and stood dumbfoundedly when he saw that Matthias was clutching a sniper bullet between his two fingers!

"Hm?" Matthias' look turned cold and he faced the direction of a building where the bullet was fired.

He shook his head and aligned the bullet with his fingers, he retracted arm and waved his hand quickly towards the building, firing the bullet back faster when it was fired by a sniper rifle.

"Zuk!" A faint sound of the bullet piercing through the skull of the assassin was heard by the agent and the others, scaring them.

"I'm not that easy to assassinate." Matthias shook his head once more and boarded the limo as if nothing even happened.

The agent woke up from his stupor and quickly closed the door and rode the shotgun.

The footage was taken down right after they left. Although the masses didn't know what really happened except for the people who were there, the higher ups of the fifteen Astan countries knew it and were scared shitless.

Especially the president of Aluma, one of the countries north of Asta, who ordered the assassination. He was so frightened that Matthias would get revenge and secretly sent a gift and giving Kings Industries authority inside their country.

Now, inside the Blue Palace, the center of Trassex Federation's rule inside the country.

The Blue Palace was the symbol of Trassex's dominance throughout the human nations of Betania. It was the epitome of strength, defense, and authority.

Even though the Blue Palace was only the ruling center of Trassex, it's influence and authority reaches the entire alliance.

It's perimeters were so protected, literally a mosquito would be scanned if it had cameras or a miniature signal receiver to hack the palace.

And the palace's left wing also has a nuclear weapon ready and missiles prepared to launch in case the country enters a total war and the nuclear pads are seized.

Although Betania is just a little more developed than Earth, it still leads on the start in scientific development since it started its development 2000 years ago.

Inside the Official Conference Room. It is a wide room located at the left wing of the palace. It is where conferences of the Trassex's Cabinet takes place.

Seated at the presidential seat is a stout and sagacious looking man. His trimmed beard accentuates his dominance and makes others feel a little inferior.

Behind him were four muscular guards. Their suits were almost already giving up because of their body sizes.

Matthias walked towards one of the seats and faced the president, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. President."

The president smiled and looked at him and extended his hand, "Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Eisenhower. You could just call me Mr. Rosicine."

"Sure thing, Mr. Rosicine." He shook his hand briefly.

Matthias sat down and faced the president. The president talked first by saying, "Now, in regards to the Trassexian Government buying the mine.."

"Hold on there, Mr. Rosicine. I'm not here to sell the mine." Matthias stopped the president from talking.

"What do you mean, Mr. Eisenhower?" The president's face turned wary. The guards' hands were also near their guns.

"Hey, hey, don't be too hostile. I'll not sell you my mine as it is my mine." Matthias smiled. The guards raised their guns and pointed it at him.

"You saw the video, didn't you? You know that that won't work on me." Matthias' voice turned cold. Rosicine raised his palm to ease the guards.

"Then what are you here for, Mr. Eisenhower?" Rosicine asked warily.

"Then, I'll get straight to the point. I want Betania to advance into a galactic civilization." Matthias answered honestly.

"Galactic civilization? But we just started to progress in spatial development." Rosicine was skeptical.

"No, you have long since developed the right technology to fly to space, but we're just stopping you." Matthias chuckled.

"You're stopping us? How?" Rosicine raised his voice a little.

"Simple. A barrier was put up to stop anything or anyone except for satellites from going anywhere outside Betania's atmosphere from leaving."

Rosicine became angry, "Do you know how much money and lives were wasted because of all those projects?! You killed a lot of people!" He flared.

"Oho, Rosicine, don't be angry. You're talking to a god right now. Of course I'll do what's best." Matthias laughed wholeheartedly and turned to his god form, terrifying Rosicine and the others.

"What are you? Why did you stop us from evolving to a galactic civilization before?" He gulped.

"I could be said to be a god. To your second question, it is because you're not ready." Matthias smiled coldly. "You don't know that outside that void could be so terrifying, some of them could wipe out Betania by fighting barehanded."