CHAPTER 388: CHAPTER 388: CUBA– GOD MODE (2)

[Edward POV]

With Saiki Kusuo’s high-level telekinesis—which essentially means god-tier precision, force, and multitasking—I managed to advance the country’s plan by at least three years.

Honestly, it felt like cheating. It is cheating. The pink-haired high schooler’s entire existence is a cheat.

If I wanted to, I could pull a meteor from outer space, levitate the entire Havana city, and pinch someone’s buttcheek from 1000 miles away.

Instead of having fun with the power, the first thing I did was roads.

I flew across rural highways, lifting entire pothole-ridden stretches of cracked asphalt and replacing them with fresh pavement. I even built some roads that connected to remote villages.

Compressed, then laid down stones, compressed again, laid down another layer—until a road appeared that could last five hundred years.

Roads are the foundation of a country.

No machines. No crews. Just me, hovering a few feet above the ground like a lazy pink-haired god with construction powers.

"Again, Saiki... why do you want to be ordinary?"

That was just a rhetorical question. Turning someone to a stone with his gaze, not able to touch anything because of psychometry, constantly hearing people’s inner thoughts, I understood why he wanted to become ordinary.

I straightened bridges, rebuilt some entirely, cleared rubble, and connected remote towns that hadn’t seen reliable transport in decades. Cutting stones into squares and then arranging them made me feel like I was playing Minecraft.

"It took me only two hours to do almost five billion dollars’ worth of work. The sun is almost up now," I said, bathing in the odd sense of satisfaction.

If any of my friends knew about this, they’d think I was being a money fanatic again.

"Metori Saiko? The richest family in the world? Sorry, but with just one of Saiki’s abilities, his entire existence was already shrunk to oblivion."

Saiki’s OP as hell!! I was incredibly shocked. It was like he could edit the foundation of the universe itself.

I didn’t even break a sweat doing all of these. The power could be Saiki’s true strength without the limiter.

After the roads, I moved to the farms.

Cuba’s agriculture is stuck in the ’60s. Great people, hardworking—but their tools were ancient. They still till the land using bulls, and sometimes they even lack the animals.

I used telekinesis to till hundreds of acres of barren fields in minutes. Basically ripping up the earth. Even wasted land was turned into farmland. Some hills became farms.

I dropped fresh seeds with pinpoint accuracy, then, using a temporary plant-growth spell I got from a gacha pull, I made the seeds sprout just enough—half-grown, healthy, and ready to thrive with minimal care.

The sun was up by then. Roosters started crowing, but I didn’t care. I hid myself with a camouflage spell and continued tilling the farms.

While taking a break, I saw an old lady farmer with a hunched back going out to the fields, her legs shaking as she walked with a cane.

Her eyes widened when she saw the new farm in front of her house, and her cane dropped.

Her farm had basically increased tenfold. The new equipment would arrive later that month, just in time for harvest. It would have been hellish for her to do it alone, as she had been doing everything by hand.

"God?" she whispered, her voice shaking as she looked up at the sky, hoping to see someone.

’Why are you speaking in English, Oo old latina lady who lived in the countryside?’ I quipped internally.

I chuckled and used my psychokinesis to help straighten her back.

*CRACK.*

She moaned in satisfaction, decades of pain vanished. Then, she flopped on the ground.

Seeing her house was shabby, I tore down the trees nearby and processed them into building materials before completely fixing her house.

Grim reaper almost reap her early as she saw her house floating on the ground and was dismantled to the bone before new materials replaced the old ones.

Then I flew away.

"G–GOD-TO!" She exclaimed again, with extra energy this time.

"Now English with a Japanese accent? Who is even that old lady?" I muttered in confusion.

I also "borrowed" some livestock. Bought herds across the globe under fake names, teleported the animals here, and left anonymous payments behind.

No one got robbed, everyone got paid, and now our farms have cattle, goats, chickens, and even alpacas for some reason. I’m not sure who added those—probably Robin.

The deal for the farm animals was concluded days earlier; I just went to pick them up instead of waiting weeks for them to arrive.

Next up, water.

We needed aqueducts and canals. Some areas had too much water; others had none.

So I carved channels through hillsides, built underground pipes, and linked natural reservoirs to thirsty farmland. Used stone from nearby mountains—clean, natural, and reinforced with metal using Magneto’s ability. The water flows now, effortlessly.

After that came the hospitals. Small, simple clinics in villages where doctors had to walk miles to reach patients. I fixed twelve hospitals that were almost shut down.

Clean floors, proper plumbing, solar power, stocked with basic supplies I "acquired" from surplus warehouses and international aid that had been sitting unused.

Then I got ambitious.

"Let’s build a train track," I told myself. Not just any train—a maglev type. Currently there were no orders for it yet as Sado planned to do it after a year,but I wanted it sooner.

The fastest train in the world. I already knew how to build it, so I sent an order for the androids back home. They would be the entire trains, finishing it in 4 days for one. I ordered 12 of them.

Maglev track construction is extremely expensive. It could cost around $50–150 million USD per mile, depending on terrain. To build the 540 miles of train tracks I was building right now, could take more than 37 billion dollars.

But I did it all for free! I could kiss myself! Although I had to hide it all for now.

By the time I was completing the tracks, it was afternoon. I ate lunch while levitating in the air.

Sado kept calling me as it was almost time for the unveiling of the new power plant. Even the US president was calling.

I just sent them a short message: ’Don’t postpone the ceremony to wait for me. I’ll be there in time.’

I mapped a route from Havana to Santiago de Cuba. I cleared forests without harming ecosystems, built raised tracks with reinforced concrete and metallic supports, and made stations every 100 kilometers. Well, just shabby stations.

My psychokinesis could help me to cut the trees, but for the metal part of the tracks, I needed to pull some magneto level manipulations. By activating that skill and pulling metal from some metal mines around, I molded them to create the train tracks.

It wasn’t operational yet—still needed the trains and tech—but the foundation was done. Ready for engineers to fill in the details. The tracks were the most important part here, and that part was almost finished.

It’s a good thing most of the countrymen’s attention was on the TV– waiting for the president’s speech. No one really noticed what was going on.

"Wait a fucking minute!" I suddenly had an idea. "Why didn’t I think of this sooner?"

I flew at high speed toward the sea but stopped about a hundred miles off the Cuban coast.

"Well, I guess I can wait until the ceremony. Wait, I can build a fish farm too. Hmm, there’s so much to do, so little time! AHH! Why am I so high-profile?! I could’ve done all this uninterrupted if I were just an ordinary guy!"

I returned to Havana reluctantly. There were several things I wanted to test out with these powers.

First was methane hydrates—also called FireIce—as it exists in a solid, ice-like form in the seabed but burns when exposed to air. One cubic meter of solid methane hydrate can release over 160 cubic meters of methane gas.

The world’s oceans contain more energy in hydrates than all fossil fuels combined. But extracting it without causing landslides or releasing massive greenhouse gases is the big issue.

In my previous life, some countries had begun experimenting with extraction—Japan, China, and the USA being the ones who succeeded so far—but no one had commercial extraction yet. The process was too unstable.

Second, I wanted to shoot the garbage patch island into the sun. Two years and almost five billion dollars later, my NGO had only cleaned up 12% of the garbage there.

Third, some sea treasures. Maybe I’d dive down to the Titanic using a psychokinesis shield instead of my original plan of using a submarine. No billionaire ever died in a submarine under the sea before.

I could try to find the Heart of the Ocean—that gem Rose so stupidly threw into the sea.

I knew the necklace was fictional, but there had to be other real treasures on that ship, right?

While I was at it, maybe I’d swing by the San José Galleon—the Spanish treasure ship that sank in 1708 near Colombia, supposedly carrying over 20 billion dollars in gold and jewels. In my past life, the Colombian Navy discovered it in 2015.

The oceans were full of lost riches. Who knew what I could find? Maybe I’d even find a school of fish and bring them back to Cuba’s waters.

Our population was weak, and restocking our fisheries could help. I might even start a fish farm while I was at it.

"Saiki-kun... you’re the greatest gacha pull I’ve ever gotten," I muttered.

"Too bad I’ve only got 14 more hours left. And now I have to waste time giving a speech! I could’ve—well, wait. I can’t clone myself. But transforming someone else into me wouldn’t be hard."

"So, you want me to do it?" Robin asked, her expression lighting up. "You want me to act like you for the rest of the day?"

I looked at her as I arrived ten minutes before the ceremony. "Can you?" I raised an eyebrow. Her grin was unsettling.

"Of course. I’d love to," she giggled. That made my senses tingle with warning—but I pushed the thought aside and transformed her into me before flying off again.

I saw the blimps slowly ascend to the sky from afar. There was a huge crowd of people watching from the plaza where Sado would give his speech later.

"It seems, everyone is excited." I smiled softly.

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[Edward/Robin POV]

I really wish he’d stop tearing up the ground whenever he leaves. We could only do so much to cover up the trails he left behind.

There was also a report about an old lady becoming hysterical after her back was miraculously straightened. Yeah... definitely his doing.

He pulled a God-mode and built a waterfall, a dam, a hydroelectric plant, in just a few hours.

I was in awe of him.

Now, how does he usually act again? Should I chew bubble gum, wear his hat sideways, throw on some gold chains with a big dollar sign, and put on sunglasses?

As I checked my reflection, I started to worry the transformation didn’t work right.

Despite the flawless face, there was none of the magnetism. Edward’s appeal wasn’t just physical—it was metaphysical. It couldn’t be replicated. We all called it the golden halo. (Teruhashi’s bishounen aura.)

From any angle, he looked perfect. He could sneeze, and some girls would faint.

That’s why wearing his image for a little while felt exhilarating.

I tried pulling in my chin to give him a double chin for a bad photo. Then I half-sneezed and took another shot.

He looked terrible. Satisfied, I used his account to send the photo to all his friends. They’d appreciate it.

"It’s time for the ceremony," Sado announced.

We stepped onto the stage, facing a sea of more than 100,000 people.

Yes, 100,000 thousand people showed up just to witness the activation of the new power plant.

Dusk had already settled in, and the sky was starting to darken. About an hour ago, the grand launch of the air blimps had taken place.

We’d already tested the plant, storing backup energy in case city consumption spiked above the limit.

Even if the blimps failed, we had a contingency. A reworked android-core reactor inside the facility. It could power the entire city for over five months if necessary.

A massive screen had been set up for the crowd to display the stored energy in real-time.

Now, Sado stepped up to announce the moment everyone had been waiting for–the shutdown of the old power plant, and the activation of the new one.

The final switch had been delayed until this moment to avoid disrupting daily life.

Lights began to fill the city as the sun went down.

"My fellow Cubans." He said in a deep voice. I thought of it as cute.

Sado was apprehensive about being the leader of the country, as it meant that he needed to talk with people. Amongst all of us, he and Yuri Alpha were the less talkative ones. They could go weeks without even uttering a single word.

"Today is more than the launch of a power plant. It is the beginning of a new current—one that flows not just through wires and turbines, but through the soul of this nation."

"Pfft–" I almost burst out in laughter. Sado even glanced at me, with a slight blush on his face. He wrote the speech himself, so that meant he thought of the pun and decided it was good.

"We remember our past. A past of struggle. Of darkness. Of having too little for too long. But that hardship gave us something priceless: unity. Strength. Resilience."

"And today, we take that resilience and turn it into light."

"This power plant doesn’t just power buildings—it powers dreams. Factories. Schools. Hospitals. Families. It tells every child in Cuba that the future is not something we wait for, it’s something we build."

"Let this be our first step, not our last. A Cuba where no child fears the dark! A Cuba that shines so brightly, the world can’t help but see us!"

"We rise, not as a miracle—but as a choice."

"Thank you. And welcome to the new Cuba."

He stepped back. For a few seconds, the plaza was utterly silent—like the whole country had paused to take a breath.

Then the cheers erupted.

A thunderous wave of clapping, shouting, whistling. Firecrackers went off. Horns blared. A woman in the front row threw her crutches into the air—someone caught them.

Children on rooftops waved little Cuban flags stitched with the new energy sigil. The noise swelled into a wall of sound that vibrated through the ground.

I chuckled at the sight.

On the giant curved screen behind the stage, the data display shifted.

[MAIN GRID TRANSFER — LIVE FEED:]

Current Grid Output (Old Plant): 142.7 MW

New System Capacity: 500 MW (with 250 MW reserve)

Solar Blimp Contribution: 61.4 MW (Stable)

Wind Towers (East Coast): 37.2 MW (Fluctuating)

Android Core Backup: STANDBY (Operational)

[CITY CONSUMPTION (LIVE):]

Havana: 91.3 MW

Santiago de Cuba: 27.5 MW

Pinar del Río: 8.2 MW

Rural Zones: 14.1 MW

TOTAL: 141.1 MW

[SYSTEM STRESS: 28.2% (within safe range)]

"Transfer ready," said Sado into his mic. "Final switch, on your command. We’ll countdown starting at 10."

The crowd chanted. "10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!"

I did the honors of pulling the lever.

*CLANK. HHHZZZZZMMM.*

The entire stage rumbled slightly beneath their feet as the electromagnetic relays shifted.

[MAIN GRID TRANSFER COMPLETE]

— New System: ACTIVE

— Old Plant: DECOMMISSIONING

The screen updated again. A stylized animation of blimps hovered above a glowing Cuba, each one pulsing with stored energy.

Then something magical happened.

All across the island, lights turned on in sync—streetlights, house bulbs, even the stadium floodlights across the harbor. Like a wave of golden illumination spreading from Havana outward. The effect had been planned for drama, and it paid off. Everyone could see it. A literal dawn unfolding.

A sobbing old man dropped to his knees. A child in the crowd screamed.

The data screen flashed again, now showing:

Efficiency Score: 96.7%

Projected Cost Savings (Monthly): $17.3M USD

Estimated Carbon Offset: 98,000 tons/year

The power plant could run almost perpetually, only requiring occasional maintenance.

Multiple news outlets from around the world arrived to witness the unveiling. Cuba had become one of the rare nations on Earth to be completely self-sufficient, no longer dependent on fossil fuels.

Even the President of the United States felt pressured by this.

Back in D.C., I could practically hear oil executives choking on their brandy and cabinet members sharpening their resignation letters.

Cuba—of all places—had just leapfrogged the First World in energy efficiency, publicly, spectacularly, and under the nose of a U.S. president who applauded instead of suppressing. It wasn’t just a light show. It was a revolution of optics.

And the liberals? Oh, they were going to have a field day. For years, they had begged for something like this.

Now here it was: an island nation, long mocked as backward, lighting up its cities with wind-and-solar-fed blimps and decentralized grid technology—cleaner than anything New York had ever dreamed of.

Even though Cuba’s energy usage was only one-fifth of what New York required, it was the idea behind it that people were celebrating.

It made every "Green New Deal" sound like a toddler’s science fair project. It exposed just how bloated and inefficient the U.S. power grid had become—how every blackout and inflated utility bill back home was no longer inevitable, but inexcusable.

But that was exactly the problem. Edward had created something too pure, too undeniable.

The oil giants couldn’t market their way out of it. The think tanks couldn’t spin it fast enough.

This wasn’t theory—it was execution. Clean energy, live on screen, powering over 11 million people with excess capacity to spare.

The publicity created a kind of first line of defense for the country. Without it, there would’ve already been silent efforts to wipe us out.

The idea alone threatened trillions in fossil fuel infrastructure, decades of lobbying, and the very shape of global trade routes.

If Cuba started exporting the tech—or worse, giving it away...

We could expect immediate retaliation.

Even now, traditional U.S. media was spinning the story, claiming it was fake news.

How long could they keep that up? I didn’t know.

If I’m being honest, I was tired of these greedy people. I wanted to wipe them all out. It would be better to destroy the old system completely and build a new one—with Edward at the top.

But seeing that Edward hadn’t given up on them... I decided to let it go, for now.

We never told the world that Edward was the architect behind the power plant and the solar blimps. But in Cuba, almost everyone knew. That’s why he was the one chosen to pull the lever.

I snuck out of the ceremony once it was over.

Later, Sado came by to talk in my room.

"Are you sure about greenlighting that?" he asked.

"What? I’m the Master for the day, aren’t I? I think I can do that," I replied mischievously.

He sighed. "But that’s the story of his mother. And now the country wants to turn it into a movie."

"Speaking of movies, what about the documentary? What’s the first-day box office?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Only 50 million. Though it might earn more over the weekend," Sado said.

Just before dawn, we received a signal from Edward. It led us to the house where his mother used to live.

It had been burned to the ground during Miranda’s failed revolution two years ago.

But now, a new building had taken root on the same soil. There wasn’t a single trace of Carmen’s family mansion left—no resemblance at all.

When I asked Edward about it, he smiled and said, "Rather than recovering from the nightmare, I built the house my mother always dreamed of. I’m thinking of bringing her back to visit someday, so I need to create this place for her."

His behaviour always made me confused. Why did a god like himself try to cater to these simple beings?

The country, his family, his hobbies, were all puzzling but intriguing to watch. I would continue to watch him. And as long as he’s still around, maybe I would understand why he’s doing all of this.