My bed's not even that big, to be honest. Just a regular one—kind of rough at the edges, one zip broken, and the cloth inside frayed from all the years of usage. But right now, somehow... both me and my brother were sleeping in it like it was a futon in a our kids room . It's funny how perspective shifts when you're not just a normal human anymore. Everything seems more... adjustable.
My body was smaller than it used to be—compact, flexible—but still weirdly defined. I noticed my face was a bit more angular this time. The jawline sharper, almost like someone shaved it down with Photoshop's precision tool. And my skin? Way too smooth. Like, unnaturally smooth. The kind you see on those face-filtered Korean idols. Looks like Girth didn't just carry muscle power, he brought skincare benefits too.
I stretched slightly, careful not to wake bhai. The old blanket barely covered us, and the small LED light hanging on the side wall buzzed quietly in the background, flickering like it didn't want to exist anymore. I scanned the room—eyes gliding lazily over the ceiling, the window, the walls, the same paint peeling corners—and then finally stopped when I spotted it.
The cell. No, not the phone—the cell. That small open shelf under the TV, which was barely mounted properly. Stuffed inside were everyday survival tools—old remote, charger wires, batteries that may or may not work, and a small blue toolbox... the kind that used to be dad's. Covered in dust now, but still recognizable.
Alongside it, I noticed something else. A bunch of old phones. Keypad Nokias, broken Androids, even a Chinese flip phone that had a battery puffed like a mini bomb. And as soon as I saw that, the idea clicked in like a USB stick sliding into the port on the first try.
"Why not try to upgrade my phone?"
Tap... tap... tick...
"Okay... so you're telling me I can literally control matter. Like, actual molecular structure... like, atoms, particles, energy signatures—whatever the hell makes a thing a thing—and I'm sitting here... and the first thing I wanna do is upgrade my phone?"
Yeah. I know it sounds stupid. Even I'd slap myself for thinking like that. I mean, I got a godlike ability, the brain of a Galvan on steroids, and full control over the periodic table if I really wanted. But here's the thing—power without knowledge is just a bigger stick you don't know how to swing.
I lay flat on the bed, head against the pillow, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slowly like it's mocking my big brain thoughts. My heart's calm, but my neurons? They're in full rave mode.
"I can do anything, huh...?" I whispered to myself. "Then let's start from the basics.
Let's learn how this world thinks
I mean, yeah—I just got a new one. Fresh out of the box, still had that plastic film on the screen. But the thing is, I wasn't just some tech YouTuber trying mods for views. I was me. I had Matter Manipulation, with the brain of something even Galvans would probably fear. And even though my knowledge was still booting up, I had the power to tinker, to simulate, to learn by building. So why not?
And the bonus? If I could create a few modifications, maybe even hack into a few accounts here and there—just a rupee or two—nothing major... it'd still be a waterfall of money for someone like me. I wasn't gonna rob banks or anything (yet), just... you know, siphon the digital ocean a little.
So I pulled the bag's zip halfway, carefully crawled out like a cockroach sneaking out in the night, and tiptoed to the cell. My fingers brushed over the toolbox first—cold, slightly rusted. I picked it up and carried it to the floor near the bed. Then I grabbed one of the old phones too—something to study the circuits. I wasn't planning to open the new phone blind.
And finally, I picked up the gift box. My new phone. Shiny, untouched, still lying in its own packaging like a baby in a crib.
I sat cross-legged on the floor, placed the box in front of me, and gently opened it.
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Swipe... Click.
I opened it up using just my fingers—didn't need a toolkit. When you can control atomic bonds, you don't unscrew, you just tell the screws to stop existing. Gently.
And as the case popped open, the circuits, solder, capacitors, processors, battery—all of it—just lay in front of me like a treasure map.
But here's the twist: I didn't just look at it—I felt it. Like my brain could now "see" the structural lattice of silicon, the energy thresholds, the electron transfer speeds, the heat dissipation values—every damn microscopic reaction happening in this miniature junkbox.
That's the thing about Matter Manipulation + Galvan Brain. It's not like I suddenly knew everything. Nope. But I had something far better: a Mindscape Laboratory.
🧠 Mindscape Lab: The Real Gamechanger
In my head, it looks like this giant holographic lab. And not like sci-fi movies with floating keyboards and dumb AIs. Nah. This place was sharp. Clean. Like something Azmuth would envy.
One corner had a schematic simulator where I could recreate any tech I touched.
Another side had a material analyzer, mapping every compound I sensed into a virtual 3D molecular model.
And then there was the "Time Crunch Room"—my little hack where I could simulate hours of research in seconds by parallel processing thousands of calculations.
All from just looking at a damn phone.
🧪 Phase 1: Understanding the Processor
"So... ARM Cortex A55 huh? Outdated garbage..."
I projected the CPU's structure into my mindscape lab. Billions of transistors, and every single one of them had a story.
Using atomic-level control, I scanned the entire lattice of silicon, counted impurities, traced circuit paths, and mapped it onto a cleaner template. Took me less than a minute to reverse-engineer the entire processor.
Now the upgrade part.
I didn't just want a better chip. I wanted a custom chip. One that:
Used graphene-transistor clusters instead of silicon. (Better thermal control, faster switching.)
Operated on quantum-tunneling logic gates for near-zero latency.
Contained parallel neural pathways for machine-learning based optimization.
In my mind, I constructed it like a puzzle, then willed the atoms in the real-world chip to rearrange.
Click. Zip. Fuse.
In under ten seconds, the processor was now 10,000x better than anything on Earth. Just from me thinking hard enough.
💾 Phase 2: Storage and RAM
Okay, this one's fun.
I rebuilt the internal storage as a crystal-encoded optical memory. Basically, I made a 3D lattice drive that stores data by changing photon spin directions inside a diamond matrix. Capacity? About 1 petabyte in the same space.
For RAM, I simulated a biophotonic gel-matrix. Sounds fancy, huh? It's basically what my Galvan brain uses: memory cells that adapt and learn. Dynamic, living RAM. Fast enough to stream the entire internet and still have room for Netflix.
All of it shaped using my will and molecular instructions. I didn't even break a sweat.
⚙️ The Operating System Overhaul
What good is hardware without a brain?
So I built an OS inside my Mindscape Lab—a self-evolving system that learns how I think. It wasn't Android. It wasn't iOS. It was mine. Called it:
MetaCortex OS - Version 0.1a "NeuronEdge"
It:
Responds to thought commands.
Has a real-time sensor link to my quirk.
Can replicate itself into other tech with a single scan.
And yeah, I gave it a dope-ass anime girl voice. Because why not?
☠️ Security? Try Hacking This
I set up atomic-level encryption.
Literally made it so if someone tried to hack it, the data would phase-shift its atomic configuration to a new random pattern, then restore when I command. That's like hiding a door inside Schrödinger's Cat. Good luck with that, nerds.
📱 Final Result?
A custom, organic-synthetic phone powered by photon cells.
Can last 40 years on a single charge.
Talks to me. Listens to me. Learns from me.
Doubles as a data-gathering satellite, portable lab, sensor, combat assistant, and probably a weapon if I tweak it later.
I looked at it. Brand new casing, glowing softly with pale blue lines like veins of a sleeping beast.
I smirked.
"From now on, you're not a phone. You're Core-1. My first tool... in becoming a god of this world."
I set the phone down. My body relaxed. The high of creation faded a bit. My room was still the same. Sis still scrolling on her phone, the world still clueless.
But me? I was just getting started.
Next goal?
Track that bastard. The one who was always with me in everything. Since I came back can he too.....
But first...
Yaaaawnnn...
"...sleep."