I’m writing this out of boredom. Out of the boredom of a multi‑thousand‑year life that will never end. Here I will tell how I came to where I came — and why I regret it.
It all happened back in the distant year 2026. That’s when I received power — great, divine power. Let me say right away: I don’t know why it fell to me, or from whom. I never figured it out myself. Yes, I agree — it’s suspicious. But for three thousand years, no one has shown up to demand the debt back or explain the rules of the game. So all is well.
So — as far as I remember — wars were raging everywhere back then. I didn’t want those senseless battles to destroy people’s lives… or so I think. I don’t remember exactly anymore — memory melts like wax in the sun. What did I do first? What almost anyone in my place would probably have done: I built a huge underground bunker — to train magic. But don’t think that’s all. I also added a gigantic hall with countless chairs. It was a hall to seat all the world’s leaders and tell them what to do.
— How did you carry out your plan? — you might ask.
And I answer: I abducted every single one of them. Myself. Personally. Don’t forget — I had immense power. I could create any magical skill in seconds. Space and time meant nothing to me — terrifically convenient. By the way, I seem to have stopped being human: I no longer needed breath, food, water, or any of those human‑life trinkets. No hunger, no cold, no fatigue. Only pure, cold will.
After all the presidents and parliaments (if a country is run by a parliament, of course) were gathered in one hall, I got down to ultimatums. My words went something like this:
— I didn’t gather you here for nothing — I gathered you to issue an ultimatum. You must end all wars within one week.
But, as expected, dissatisfied shouts and questions came from the hall:
— And what will happen to us?
— Where are we, anyway?
— How dare you, you insolent fool?! Who are you?
And so on. Their faces showed surprise and discontent. Understandable — in that situation, I’d have acted the same way. Oh, right, I forgot to mention: before gathering them, I created a translation skill for myself. I spoke in my native language, and they all understood me. A most convenient thing — I didn’t have to learn English or Mandarin.
So, my answer wasn’t long in coming:
— Quiet, quiet, quiet. I’ll answer all your questions now. Let’s start with who I am. I am — how to put it… something like a god. But if you disobey my orders, eternal torment awaits you — in pain and suffering. No, you won’t die. You will suffer, suffer, and suffer again. Eternity. Everyone who refuses to end the war.
My argument proved terrifyingly effective. They — unheard of! — obeyed me. And indeed, all wars ended in a week, right on deadline. Why did I do it? Simple. My ideology:
No deaths. No restrictions on ordinary people. The freedom, comfort, and safety of citizens — above all else.
After these “good deeds,” I decided to focus on myself and my life.
For the first ten years or so, I enjoyed the status of an “invisible god.” I traveled the world that I myself had pacified. It was a strange time: politicians, shaking with fear, signed peace treaties, while I could sit atop Everest and drink tea — tea that didn’t cool down, because I forbade the water molecules to lose kinetic energy. I explored the limits of my power. I learned to hear the whisper of stars and see the movement of atoms. I’ll never forget the first time I made out the electron cloud around a nucleus — it pulsated like a jellyfish in a black ocean.
But silence is a treacherous thing. By about 2040, I began to notice that my “perfect world” was starting to rot from within. Yes, there were no big wars. But people… people hadn’t changed. The leaders I had scared in the bunker grew old and died. New ones came in their place — those who hadn’t seen my rage firsthand. They started getting clever. They created “local conflicts” that weren’t formally wars. They suffocated their people with taxes, corruption, and bureaucracy, hiding behind legal terms.
I remember that evening in 2045. I was sitting in an abandoned café on the outskirts of Kyiv — invisible to everyone — watching local police beat an old man because he didn’t have some electronic permit. He lay on the asphalt, rubber truncheons rhythmically falling on his back. In that moment, I understood: simply forbidding killing is not enough. I had to take control into my own hands. Freedom does not come where there are simply no bullets. Freedom comes where there are no borders and no masters.
I began experimenting with the biology of my body. By then I had finally lost connection with humanity. My thoughts flowed faster than light, and my emotions… they began to fade, leaving only the cold logic of a creator. I realized: if I want to build a true utopia, I need tools that won’t betray, won’t age, and won’t ask unnecessary questions. Human armies are useless — too weak and too prone to corruption.
Then I looked “behind the curtain” for the first time. The magic I had received turned out to be a key not only to this world but to other dimensions. I began searching for a power capable of keeping billions in check — without unnecessary bloodshed. And I stumbled upon the dimension of the Void. There, in infinite nothingness, slept entities that people called demons. They weren’t evil in the human sense — no. They were pure energy of order and submission — if you laid the right seal on them.
I spent almost three years meditating in my bunker — never going to the surface. I was building the structure of my future Empire. I understood: the old world had to crumble so that something unified could rise from its ruins. By then I had already prepared the summoning ritual. I didn’t need tanks — I needed those who stood above the laws of physics.
Thus ended my period as an “observer.” A god cannot simply stand aside. If you give people peace, you must also give them a way to preserve it — even if that means becoming the greatest dictator in history.
In the end, I decided: the people must be united to give them true freedom. By that time I was living in a small village in Ukraine, I kept hearing about restrictions — I didn’t like them. I decided to declare the independence of my region, and when they attacked me, I would seize most of Eurasia and all of Africa.
— But what about your main principle? No deaths from wars? — you ask.
And I answer: people were dying. I summoned 300 of the strongest demons — so powerful that even a whole country with nuclear weapons couldn’t defeat them. They are still with me, by the way, and serve loyally.
When I summoned them, they were, of course, aggressive. They demanded payment. I couldn’t give it to them — or rather, I just didn’t know what they wanted.
— What do you want? — I asked.
— We don’t need much, — one of them said with a smile. — Just a promotion to archdemons. Ua‑ha‑ha‑ha‑ha!
— A reasonable request. One second, — I said and withdrew to the far part of the bunker. There I created a separate huge room with extremely high ceilings and came back. — Follow me, all of you!
The demons — surprisingly obediently — trailed after me.
— And what is this?
— A testing ground.
After the ritual, I divided them into several corps:
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Reconnaissance Corps — 100 archdemons. Their task: watch everything happening in the world and report directly to me.
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Civil Protection Corps — 50 demons. They raised magical barriers over entire districts, protecting civilians during any conflicts.
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Imperial Guard — 100 demons. My personal guard. They attacked countries with their destructive power — but only after Civil Protection had already raised the barrier. Also worth noting: they didn’t attack territory directly; they personally terrorized presidents, and the presidents themselves surrendered the country to our rule.
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Reserve — 50 combat units. They helped the others, replaced losses, and reinforced where needed.
(By the way, the Civil Protection Corps later became something like a police force — only honest and efficient.)
You’ve probably thought that the people were unhappy with this arrangement. And you’d be right — at first, they were. But for each conquered country, I personally recorded a video message saying roughly the following:
“I personally promise you full freedom, comfort, and safety one week after joining my Empire. You will no longer have to fear accidentally breaking the law — because there will be no law. Only prohibitions will remain on:
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murder;
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violence;
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contempt of court.
We will strengthen the police and defeat corruption. We will provide citizens with comfort through technological development, proper school education, and an increase in jobs. We will also introduce our own currency — fully electronic. We will abolish all taxes; instead, a tiny percentage will be deducted from each of your transactions — you won’t even notice it.”
And fortunately, it worked. But I’m no empty talker — I delivered on all those promises exactly one week later. It was hard. I wrote a law for the whole Empire, trying to please everyone — from a farmer in Zimbabwe to a banker in Frankfurt.
Having become Emperor, I ordered the Reconnaissance Corps to check resource stocks and production facilities — for further isolating the Empire from the rest of the world. Meanwhile, I prepared a new currency, a new economy — one that followed all economic rules yet remained stable. By design, it was based on blockchain technology and offered formal freedom from taxes. In fact, because I developed a new energy generation technology using antimatter (via a compact hadron collider), electricity became free. So all blockchain fees, by design, were the taxes — but so negligible that you could say they didn’t exist.
I linked everything to the blockchain:
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passports;
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money;
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creation of new currencies;
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and even some elements of civic oversight.
And because of that blockchain, anyone could create their own currency — its value determined by supply and demand, like a real market. The main currency became BrotCoin (BC). Its price equaled the cost of one loaf of bread — more precisely, its purchasing power. A plan as reliable as a Swiss watch!
Now for domestic policy, governance, and legislation. The situation is this:
Each region (region borders are defined by cultural boundaries — they do not match old country borders) has its own parliament. It exists to receive, process, and resolve citizen complaints. If the parliament cannot handle a situation, they send a request to me — and I deal with it personally. Parliament representatives are also authorized to send requests to the Central Bank for a budget to solve the problem.
I ruled the entire Empire alone. My hands were the demons — those freed from territorial conquest duties. My eyes and ears were the demons of the Reconnaissance Corps.
As for laws and prohibitions — here things get even more interesting. In short, I kept only three prohibitions:
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murder;
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rape;
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contempt of court.
The punishment? The punishment for this is cruel. The guilty party is brought before me personally, and with my magic I imprison their soul in an astral space where time does not flow. In one second of real time, they spend an infinite amount of time there — and not just spend it, but constantly experience terrible pain, comparable to beheading by guillotine. Throughout that eternity, a phrase is repeated to them endlessly:
“I will not [what they did] again.”
