A full week had passed since the grand unveiling of the sanitation, dam project and now his power grid project. Christian had done absolutely nothing extra aside from his daily and weekly tasks. He had slept in, read history books, snacked on imported elven pastries, and generally avoided anything that required effort.

  Sure, he still completed his training just enough to maintain his system streak—Genesis wouldn't let him get away with skipping completely—but any optional work?

  No, thank you. He was enjoying his rare moment of peace.

  Christian was lounging in the library, legs propped up on the table, when Genesis flickered into his vision with a reminder notification.

  [Optional Missions (Spatial-Related)]

  Dimensional Pocket Training – Learn to create and manipulate a personal storage space to carry supplies without extra weight.

  Short-Distance Blink Mastery – Train in controlled teleportation for quick evasions and movement in battle.

  Genesis, ever-excited for progress, spoke up immediately.

  [Administrator, these optional missions will help you develop Spatial Manipulation. You should begin immediately.]

  Christian turned a page in his book. "Nuh uh."

  Genesis flickered.

  [Excuse me?]

  "I said no."

  He didn't even look up. "I'm relaxing."

  If Genesis had a physical body, it would have thrown something at him.

  [Administrator, aren't you bored waiting for your power grid to be completed?]

  Christian smirked. "Nope."

  Genesis flickered.

  [Why?]

  Christian sighed, finally looking up from his book.

  "Because the power grid isn't done yet, and until it is, I can't actually do much anyway."

  [Elaborate.]

  Christian stretched lazily.

  "Look, the power grid is the backbone of everything I'm planning. Right now, the engineers and mages are finalizing the mana conduit framework, and without it, half my future projects are just fancy sketches. Until they're finished, I'm basically on standby."

  [Standby?]

  "Yep." Christian leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head.

  "I'm being efficient. Why waste energy when the world isn't ready for my genius yet?"

  Genesis flickered aggressively.

  [That is not efficiency. That is procrastination.]

  Christian scoffed, placing a hand over his chest in mock offense.

  "Excuse you, this is called delegation. I have already graced the world with my brilliance. Now, I am allowing my subordinates the honour of completing the tasks I have set in motion. Wouldn't want them to feel useless, now would we?"

  Genesis flickered dangerously.

  [You are avoiding work.]

  Christian waved dismissively.

  "No, no, you just don't understand the art of strategic inactivity. Why rush into things when I can let the world come to me?"

  Genesis went completely silent. It was the kind of silence that was deeply unsettling.

  Christian finally peeked up from his book. "...Genesis?"

  Then, new mission notifications flooded his vision.

  [New Mandatory Missions Assigned]

  (Physical) Creation Combat 101 – Use Creation Magic offensively at least 10 times in controlled combat. (Deadline: 3 days)

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  (Physical) Endurance Protocol – Complete a high-intensity endurance test using system-enhanced physical training. (Deadline: 5 days)

  (Invention) The Next Step – Develop a new world-changing invention. (Deadline: 10 days)

  Christian's book slammed shut. "What the hell, Genesis?!"

  [You had a choice. You refused. Now, you don't. Deadlines are active. Enjoy.]

  "I—this—what do you mean 'mandatory'?!"

  [Exactly what it sounds like. Failure to complete a mission will result in… consequences.]

  Christian gulped. "Define 'consequences.'"

  [Oh, don't worry. You'll find out if you fail.]

  He groaned in despair, dragging a hand down his face.

  "I was having such a good week…"

  Mina, who had just walked into the library, looked over with amusement.

  "Mr Christian? What's wrong?"

  "My system is a tyrant, that's what's wrong."

  Mina blinked. "...I don't know what that means, but good luck with that."

  Seraphina entered moments later, glancing between Christian and the golden text still hovering in the air.

  "What now?"

  Christian pointed accusingly at the notifications.

  "System is bullying me. It gave me optional missions, I said no, and now I have deadlines."

  Seraphina smirked. "Christian, what exactly is a system?"

  He opened his mouth to answer, but she raised a hand, cutting him off before he could even start. Her expression was that of a tired ruler and an even more exhausted mother, already expecting nonsense.

  "Actually, never mind. Watching you talk to thin air like a madman is already entertainment enough. Feel free to explain it to me whenever you figure it out."

  Then, without waiting for a response, she turned and walked out of the library, shutting the door behind her with a firm click.

  CLICK

  Christian fell back into his chair, defeated, staring at the ceiling. His mind whirled with a sudden realization.

  "Wait a damn second... in all the manga, novels, and manhwa I've read, people are usually curious about this kind of thing! Why is no one asking me about the system?! Are the authors lying again?!"

  Genesis flickered to life, its tone exasperated.

  [Administrator, every life is complicated. Just because your memory consists of... frankly, an impressively but also sad amount of thousands of literary works, you really need to stop expecting reality to follow fictional tropes.]

  Christian sat up, offended.

  "Sad?! My knowledge is cultural enrichment!"

  [It is escapism, and you know it.]

  Christian hissed. "Traitor."

  The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the estate's open field where Christian stood, surrounded by excited orphans. He had somehow been roped into playing football with them, and at this point, he had fully embraced his role as the 'unbeatable yet oddly easy-to-pass' goalkeeper.

  A small boy dribbled the ball towards him, determination in his eyes. Christian exaggerated his movements, pretending to struggle as the kid weaved past him and sent the ball flying into the makeshift goal.

  "GOOOAAALLLL!!" Christian shouted dramatically, scooping the boy up and spinning him around while the other children cheered.

  The game continued, with Christian deliberately letting the kids score while hyping them up with overly dramatic reactions. At least, on the surface. Internally, his mind was elsewhere.

  A new invention that changes the world....

  Genesis had thrown that mission at me like it was nothing, but what the hell was I even supposed to make?! The physical missions are easy—I could just brute-force them. But an invention? That required actual thinking.

  "Mr. Christian, are you okay?" Mina tugging at his sleeve.

  Christian blinked, realizing he had been standing still for too long, lost in thought.

  "Huh? Oh, yeah! Just thinking of my next evil plan."

  The kids gasped in mock horror. "Not another one!"

  As the sun set, Queen Seraphina stood by the window of her study, her gaze lingering on the scene outside. Christian was in the courtyard, playing football with the orphans, laughter and cheers filling the air. He moved with ease, letting the children score, scooping them up in celebration, and throwing himself into their joy like he had no other cares in the world.

  "He's rather... familiar, isn't he?" one of the head maids, Mina mused, glancing at her fellow servants.

  Edwin folded his arms.

  "Yes. A little too familiar."

  The maids exchanged knowing looks before turning back to Seraphina.

  "Your Majesty, do you really intend for him to remain just the head of household affairs here?"

  Seraphina didn't answer immediately. Instead, she closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling softly. "For now, that is where he belongs."

  She turned away from the window, her voice quieter, more certain. In thought she hummed

  But for a person who has amnesia.. you sure are acting like it's nothing

  The morning sun filtered through the estate's grand windows, casting long golden streaks across the wooden floor. Outside, the sounds of a waking city drifted in—the clatter of carts, the distant chatter of merchants, and the rhythmic ringing of a blacksmith's hammer. But inside one particular room, there was nothing but utter chaos.

  Papers lay scattered in disarray, some pinned to the walls with hastily scribbled diagrams, others stacked in precarious towers on the desk. The once-pristine bed was a casualty of brainstorming warfare, buried under crumpled sketches and half-finished notes. A single candle, burned down to a stub, flickered weakly against the morning light.

  In the center of this disaster, sitting hunched over with dark circles under his eyes, Christian groggily blinked at the mess around him, feeling like death itself.

  Papers are everywhere scattered across the floor, pinned to the walls, some even crumpled on my bed like they belong there. My room looks like the inside of a conspiracy theorist's mind, and yet... I still have nothing.

  For the entire night, I racked my brain, sketching out dozens of half-baked ideas for a so-called 'world-changing invention' but none of them felt right.

  I rub my forehead, sighing.

  "This shouldn't be this hard..."

  Then, as if the world wanted to add insult to injury, I slide my hand across a paper and—

  "Tch—damn it!" I hiss, holding up my finger as a thin line of blood trails down on my skin.

  A papercut. The worst kind of injury.

  Annoyed, I push away from my desk and call out

  "Hey! Can someone grab me a bandage?"

  A butler and maid arrive shortly, bringing the first-aid supplies.

  I glance at what they hand me—and suddenly, something clicks.

  The medical supplies are rudimentary, almost primitive by modern standards. The bandages are rough cloth, the disinfectant is weak herbal water, and there's barely any standardized treatment.

  A lightbulb flickers on in my sleep-deprived mind.

  What if I introduced a free public clinic?

  Not just a place where people could get patched up, but an actual organized system of healthcare—trained staff, proper sanitation, and efficient medical tools.

  I smirked. "Oh... now this could work."