Sewer King - DC SI

Chapter 05: How to Build an Empire (Part 2)

[Clock - 09:00 | 09:00 AM]
[Calendar (D/M/Y) - 05/01/2003]
[Location: Abandoned Subway Station - Old Gotham, Gotham City]
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"I think this place would be a pretty good starting point." Looking around, Atlas smiled- the long tunnels could be reused, the abandoned and broken down rusty train would be a good place to make a temporary base of operations. "Sure, it needs a bit of-" His finger touched a fragile pillar, where half of it was partially gone and other half was falling apart, and from his touch alone the remaining pieces of the pillar fell apart, revealing the bent and broken metal bars inside. "-renovations, but I can make use of it." He ignored the way Waylon seemed a little hesitant as he looked at the ceiling above them, specially the glaring danger of having several pounds of rock and concrete above them. They were, after all, in one of the oldest and least structurally sound regions of Gotham, but the one with the most amount of abandoned and unused places, which were the places Atlas said could be of use to them.

[<Swaying of the Breeze>]
[<Rusty Metal Groaning>]

Pushing his rather rusty wheelchair forward, Atlas sighed softly, trying to calm down his nerves- Finally, he would put to practice what he has been training for the past 2 days. It might sound ridiculous, but he has been working on it seriously, going as far as making a deal with Baytor to have his help in this entire project- Although Baytor was the Demonic Patron of the Criminally Insane, he was also a demon who has spent who knows how long unable to speak to another being, so the desperate demon agreed to make a deal with Atlas for the simple price of being a companion for the future kingdom they were going to build.

"[Baytor (Concerned): I Am Baytor... Baytor? (Kid, I know you said there were uses for places like these-]"

[<Cracking sound>]
[<Falling rock sound>]
[<Swishing of a cloack>]

Barely dodging a piece of the ceiling that had almost fallen into his body, looked at Atlas who didn't even pay attention to what had happened. Instead, he was looking at the pillars around him and at the ceiling: "Hum... We need to add a few pillars to hold the weight from above- what even is above us? I forgot to ask, Waylon." Turning to look at his crocodilian friend, he found him staring into the wall-

What is it that you need to consider whenever making an empire?

In Atlas' humble opinion, you need about five things to start having an empire. You need money, you need people, you need land, and you need both political power and military power.

But an empire also needs a strong ruler.

-right on the wall, there was a large poster with wear and tear, looking like a rather old poster with mold growing over it.

"...Haly's Circus." Atlas rolled closer to Waylon, although a bit difficult seeing as his wheelchair was not the best. Seriously, he had made it! Oh, right. On the past two days, Atlas has been rather busy! After he read the [Book 3 - Explanation about the many, many, many, oh so fucking many different worlds, dimensions, universes, multiverses, and other shit out there because god knows you'll need this like holy fuck.] he learned that not only are all universes simultaneously real and alive in their own way, he decided to make a few objectives to himself so he could start improving, and after reading for two days, he settled into his objectives.

First one was locomotion. He didn't have legs, but he also couldn't rely on others to carry him around, so he decided to make himself a wheelchair that could hold him! He couldn't exactly use the best materials because this was Gotham, so he picked up another book alongside the titled [Anatomy of a Wheelchair], and that was his first and only studied magical book- The tome of [Transmutation Magic: Beginner's Guide to Basic Spells, by Transmutation High Wizard Kalandros de Vebir] that was from a familiar setting, of a certain tabletop RPG game. He was able to put what he learned to practice by making this wheelchair by using different parts of broken shit and using the cantrip [Mending] to "fix" it together, making metal seemingly fuse together with the simple movement of a finger hovering over it and the whisper of a single magical word.