While Others Cultivate, I Use My Multiverse System

Chapter 38: Grand Plan

(Author's notes)

Boruta: Slavic (mostly polish) mythical figure. Started as pagan, Slavic demon (you might know it as Leshy from witcher game for example) that under the influence of Catholicism and Polish "Sarmatian" culture turned into the figure of a random, rowdy noble from the mountainous region, bearing all the physical traits that the nobility was known from at that time, and said to be the kind of devil that tempted nobility, court and other high-society areas. Nowadays, the name of one of the folklore Devils.

Svarog: A god from Slavic faith. Lord of celestial fire, heavens and blacksmithing. He was considered to be the father to all the other Slavic gods. Known as the unactive god (Perun was the highest one due to that fact)

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It wouldn't be a stretch to say that almost any other young adult in my position would simply break. From the loss of my family, through the safety of Ayda hanging on a loose thread, all the way to a sudden mission of securing the land of disaster in a way that wouldn't draw all that much attention

The things that were on my head would easily be enough to break most of the proper adults with all their experiences that I lacked. Yet, as shameful as it was to admit, this system of mine provided me with something that I craved for with all my soul. Albeit misty and unclear, it still gave me a road to follow.

That's why, instead of sitting down in a corner only to weep and await rescue, I decided to make my own move.

With the threat of someone discovering the basement gone, for now, I returned to its safety to gather the thoughts. While some might say that I should cover the entrance or do something to make the further risk of discovering it as small as possible, it wouldn't do all that good against the search of anyone daring enough to step into this land of disaster.

For now, I sat down on the bed I still had in my basement, taking a while to gather my thoughts.

In the immediate future, I was free to do almost anything. It made my heart ache to admit it, but in the current world of magic and wonders, a disaster of this scale wouldn't draw much attention at all. It's just a matter of getting used to this kind of events. And that meant that I had some leeway to figure out the exact details of the idea aimed at securing this place from any further scrutiny.

Because the idea itself was already comfortably lodged in my head. It oscillated around the thing I did to get rid of Martha and her people from this property. And now, it would be the most essential point behind the entire story I would craft for this.

"Boruta or Svarog That's a good question."

Both of those names held a certain meaning in the culture of my nation. While only a part of the folklore a year ago and a part of old, paganic beliefs, now they could be easily turned into perfect disguise.

"I think Svarog would be too direct"

Muttering to myself, I drew all the possible scenarios from what would happen after picking each of the choices. In the end, I decided to go with the name that depicted one of the devils. Not only would it allow me to appear more business-like to any of the potential allies I would find, later on, but I also found it to be way more acceptable appearances-wise than referring to a long lost faith of Slavic folk.

Now with the middle-term goal decided on, I could finally start making my moves. As for the long term, it was obvious even before I went to hide in the basement. Kill all those responsible for my family's death.

But for now, I had a lot of work to do. Both long and middle-term goals couldn't be achieved with just a single day of work. They were something that one strived and worked towards for a long time. Otherwise, they would be considered as short-term in the first place. But what mattered right now, was that I was about to make my first step in this strange, new life of mine.

"First off, some preparations."

Despite already being clothed, I moved towards the remnants of my drawer. While I was glancing through what was hidden in it before, I caught a glimpse of something that I could make use of right now.

A suit.

There was no point in going for extremes or excessive theatrically with the clothing part of the show that I just started preparing. It was better to keep it both simple and elegant, to lay the foundation of other parties taking me seriously.

The next thing was something that I could work on in the meantime. Given how I was going to pretend to be some kind of high priest of the reborn Boruta cult, I had to find some ways to connect the disaster that happened to this place with the grand appearance I was about to make as soon as I would finish preparing.

And did I mention that the explosion of the fuel tank would play a major role in any of the stories that I would come up with later?

Finding the suit wasn't that hard. While it was quite dusty and unkempt, it could still do the work, especially with how grand my appearance looked like in my head. Once I finally managed to get myself into the uncomfortable material of my new staple outfit, I was now prepared.

Not to reveal my plan and do a coming out for the sake of the public. Not at all. While everything I planned to do would serve to help me achieve my immediate goal, I couldn't do it all just like that.

First thing first, the audience. Only once the sun would rise and the people would start to gather to sate their curiosity. Only then my plan could start since public respect and acknowledgement was one of the crucial tools for my plan to work.

And the other thing that I had to prepare, was both my mentality and abilities. And there was no way for me to practice them in the confines of the basement. That's why, instead of risking destroying the system that I wanted to protect, I could use one of the conveniently empty places that I could enter at any given time I would like!

Stepping forward, I placed my hand on the doorknob of the doors. Given my experiences so far, I knew I didn't need to speak out at all. As long as I willed something that was withing system means, it would fulfil it.

Opening the gate to the very first world that I ever visited with its help, included.