Finding Purpose In The Multiverse: Meta Essence Quest Mode

Dealing With Nazis and Paperwork

Entry 16:

Linus Ozias POV:

After creating more plans for future events, I return to bed as even though I don't need sleep, it's nice to do, and hopefully, I won't have nightmares because even with the essences, it's hard.

I then return to my room and nearly fall asleep on my bed as soon as my body hits the bed, as I know that this week, the grind begins with dealing with investors and consumers. That is the business grind.

"Let the games begin," I say to myself before falling asleep.

(For reference, it's nighttime, the day of the PRT deal, so he has six days until his next tech tree.)

Timeskip No Justu (Five Days Later)

I return to keep writing in my journal as I haven't been able to do that. This past week has been nonstop business meetings, renovations, and meetings with investors and inventing. I've barely slept a wink.

But by midnight tomorrow, I'll have a new tech tree to work with, and we'll see what that is. I hope for the tech trees mentioned in the last entry or from games like Destiny with their paracausal nonsense or shows like Rick and Morty or Futurama, as their tech is ridiculous.

For now, I have to coast on, and you may be thinking, but Linus, you have access to DC Comics and the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and you would be right. I could create many things that could destroy the universe.

I could make an AMAZO that could copy para-human powers and fight for me, but I don't because I fear losing control of my machinery, like what happened in the DC animated universe.

In addition, my creation magic has only improved slightly as it's getting harder and harder to increase my magic without exhausting it, and I've had little time to do so, which, to be honest, makes me wish I had shadow clones.

While my tinker of fiction power allows my creations to be loyal to me, I do not know if it is absolute, and I'm not willing to test it out, at least while I'm not weak like this.

"Wow, I'm beginning to sound like Batman," I begin to say to myself, and I've also been acting like Batman as I've been creating countermeasures to certain para humans.

But I will leave those countermeasures to your imagination because now I have to focus on creating advertisements for my new products.

I haven't been lazy this past week As I have created a couple of household items: nothing insane, just some essential quality-of-life items like advanced Roombas, coffee makers, and other devices.

I also donated to specific charities dealing with end-bringer attack victims and schools, as some of them seem significantly underfunded, like Winslow.

But it's not all smiles and Roses as Brockton Bay will be Brockton Bay sometimes, and I have been nearly mugged while walking down the street over a dozen times already.

One such encounter went like this as it usually starts with either a merchant drug addict trying to mug me, thinking I'm an easy mark, or a member of the ABB trying to mug me because I'm not Asian.

(Third Day 3:00 p.m.)

"Well, that meeting went well," I mutter to myself as I take a small break outside our building, and as I lean my back against the building and close my eyes to focus my thoughts, I feel metal against my head.

I turn around and see an older man, a bit messy and most pronounced his Japanese heritage, and he says with an even tone albeit shakingly, "I want you to empty your pockets and give me all the money you're holding, and I walk away."