When I woke up, four hours later, which was surprising, Naya Venice was starting to become a bustling city.

I had given the manors to important people, or people who paid a sapphire coin. However, anyone could live in the apartments. That was mostly to help with racism and homelessness, which had gotten serious over the time with domes.

I decided to design a Singhstan flag. It would have an orange stripe on the top, a blue-green stripe on the bottom, and the rest would be black, with a lion on it.

I then made my brother the manager, as he had finished his MBA right before magic levels got higher. He had been an ace student, but that was mostly because of the soul stones related to management I had given him.

Letter, Paper, Office, City, and Ruler, to make the Managing confluence. His paper soul stone had given him the power to create a pen that wrote his thoughts, so he just used another power from it, which gave him a photographic memory, to use the notes as thoughts, which were written by the pen.

I left Naya Venice, but I could always feel inside it.