Xavier Salvador slowly opened his eyes, finding himself staring directly into Frieda's gaze.

"Salvador, are you awake?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Yeah," he murmured, pushing himself up to his feet. "I'm okay. I'm in one piece."

Standing tall, Xavier took in his surroundings—a tranquil scene filled with trees, rocks, and scattered wildflowers. He lifted his gaze toward the sky, where clouds drifted lazily by, and the sun shone brightly, almost blinding him. Breathing deeply, he savored the crisp, fresh air. It was almost as if watching Isekai anime had somehow paid off, thrusting him into a reality where magic and mythical creatures existed. With a quick glance back at Frieda, he asked, "So, do you know what world we've been transported to?"

Frieda nodded and began explaining, her voice steady. "This world is called Aifea. The people here live in a medieval society, surrounded by various races. Magic has always existed, and they've been practicing it for millennia. There are kingdoms ruled by theocracy, where people worship gods who they believe have guided them toward salvation. Yet, progress has been stifled. The human race dominates the land, but many other races—especially demihumans—suffer discrimination, feared for their potential to rise against humans."

Xavier's expression darkened, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Humans always fear what they don't understand," he muttered, clenching his fists. "They know the power of the demihumans, and that's why they seek to suppress them. As for the theocracy, it's just a breeding ground for corruption. The leaders—those in power—manipulate the masses, pretending to have divine authority. There's no freedom. Those who question them are labeled as heretics. The pope and his followers are nothing but parasites."

Frieda's expression softened, but she pressed on, "And it's not just that. Each kingdom and empire operates under a rigid caste system. Aristocrats and nobles sit at the top, while peasants, commoners, and serfs are seen as the lowest of the low. Slavery is still practiced, a harsh reality of this world."

Xavier's blood boiled at her words, his hands shaking with barely controlled anger. "The scum of the earth," he spat. "This cycle of racial discrimination will never end unless something is done."

Frieda hesitated before continuing, "There's also the threat of demon realms. Most races fear the demons, who are seen as harbingers of chaos and destruction. Right now, kingdoms and empires are engaged in a war against them."

"Is that so?" Xavier asked, eyebrow raised. Frieda nodded in confirmation.

"Then, it seems my work here is just beginning," Xavier declared with newfound determination. "My nation will reshape this world. My ideals will spread, and I will carve a place where they can't be ignored. But for now, I'm not building a nation. I have other things to focus on."

"And what's your first step?" Frieda asked.

Xavier smiled confidently. "I need to master my powers and enhance my fighting skills. Those abilities your god granted me? They're not enough yet. First, I need a place to shelter myself while I train."

With a swift motion, he raised his hand. A red glyph appeared in the air above his palm, glowing brightly as he cast a spell to summon a luxurious modern house.

"A luxury house from your world?" Frieda asked, eyes wide in surprise. "Did you ever live in something like this?"

Xavier shook his head. "No. I lived in an apartment. But I've never had a house like this before. Thought I'd try it out. Now, let's make it even better."

With a focused gesture, he summoned iron walls, their surface smooth and sturdy, topped with twin minigun turrets. The space around the house was vast, perfect for training.

"Much better," he muttered, taking a step back to admire his work.

"Impressive," Frieda remarked, eyeing the fortress. "Iron walls and twin miniguns? Quite the show of power, Mr. Salvador."

Xavier smirked. "Please, just call me Xavier—or Salvador, if you prefer."

"Yes, Xavier," she responded.

"Good. Now that the house is set up, it's time to start training my abilities," Xavier said with resolve. He turned to Frieda, a playful glint in his eyes. "And you're going to help me."

"Me?" Frieda stammered, surprised.

"Yes," Xavier said firmly. "Since you are a deity loyal to your Omniversal God, it seems fitting that you help me train. Together, we'll unlock my potential."

Frieda hesitated but then nodded. "Alright... I'll help you unlock the powers you'll need to survive here."

Xavier smiled broadly. "I'm glad to hear that. By the way, do you think the gods will sense my presence here?"

"No," Frieda replied reassuringly. "Your god placed a spell on you to keep you undetected by the gods of this world. You're safe—for now."

"Good," Xavier muttered, though he knew it wouldn't last. "They'll find out eventually, but that's not my concern right now. First, I need to set up a few things in the house, then we'll begin training."

Entering the house, Xavier and Frieda set to work, arranging furniture and getting the place ready. Once everything was in order, they changed into gymnastic outfits and headed outside to begin training.

Xavier cracked his neck and stretched. "Okay. I'm ready."

Frieda grinned. "Don't cry if you mess up."

Xavier chuckled. "I won't."

"Good," she said, getting into a fighting stance. "Show me the skills your god has granted you. Let's see what you've got."

Without a second thought, Xavier launched himself at her. They clashed, their movements fast and fluid. Xavier's training in martial arts during his school days had made him proficient in various fighting styles, but since receiving divine abilities from Caelus and his deities, he had learned more. Now, he was versed in karate, kung fu, taekwondo, jujutsu, tangsoodo, judo, and many other disciplines. His reflexes were enhanced, allowing him to dodge and counter Frieda's magical attacks with ease.

The training was brutal, but both of them pushed through, drenched in sweat. After a while, they paused for a break.

"You did well," Frieda said, her breath coming in short gasps as Xavier handed her a bottle of water.

Xavier smiled, his own heart still pounding from the intensity of their training. "Thanks."

"I did," Xavier murmured, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I learned boxing and martial arts back at school. But now, I'm learning everything I didn't use on Earth. I should thank him for all of this."

Frieda nodded with understanding.

"My Lord granted you a gift unlike any other," she explained, her voice full of respect. "No other gods have ever bestowed such power upon a reincarnated Japanese soul."

Xavier looked thoughtful. "So, this is the first time they've given me so much power before sending me here. Better still, I need to understand my abilities completely and make sure I don't let them corrupt me."

Frieda's expression grew more serious. "You're right. Great power can bring great corruption—lust for control can overtake your mind. Once that happens, destruction and chaos will follow, and we will be the ones responsible for it."

She spoke with caution, her concern obvious. Xavier knew it wasn't just her fear; Caelus and the others, too, were anxious about how their gifts could shape him. They feared the power might twist him into someone dangerous, someone who would turn against the world. But Xavier also understood the magnitude of their concerns—he too feared what might become of him if he let the power corrupt him. It was a delicate balance, and he knew that to prevent that fate, he must fully understand his abilities and learn how to wield them responsibly.

Xavier nodded slowly, his mind heavy with the weight of her words. "You're right. They've given me great power, but that comes with an equally great risk of corruption. I need to control my mind, or else I'll become a threat to this world."

Frieda raised an eyebrow, curious. "And how do you intend to do that?"

Xavier's eyes flickered with determination. "Back in school, I spent time in the library. I came across a book on meditation. It's about calming the mind. If I can master it, I believe it will help me control my powers and keep my thoughts clear, preventing me from losing control."

Frieda studied him for a moment, then nodded. "You really think that will work?"

Xavier gave a slight shrug, his gaze firm. "I have to hope it will. First, I need to fully understand my powers before I can even begin meditation."

"I trust you," Frieda said simply, finishing the last of the water as Xavier drank from his own bottle.

Once they were both ready, Xavier turned his focus back to the task at hand. "Alright, it's time to test my powers. Frieda, be ready if anything goes wrong."

Frieda gave a reassuring nod, though there was a spark of concern in her eyes. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you don't lose control."

With a wave of her hand, she activated a magic glyph beneath her feet. "I'll keep you grounded," she said, her tone steady.

Xavier clapped his hands together and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Okay, time to test this out... Let's see if I can do this. Maybe... this?"

He concentrated, his hands trembling as he tried to summon his power. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, just as he was about to give up, a small spark appeared in his palms.

Frieda saw it, her stance shifting as she readied her enchanted spear—its magic-infused tip gleaming with the promise of attack should things get out of hand. She stood vigilant, prepared for anything as Xavier focused on the spark.

As he strained to summon his power, a dark red electrical spark flickered to life. In that brief, awe-inspiring instant, he thrust his hand upward, unleashing the crackling dark red energy into the air. It surged toward the sky, a violent burst of power.

He let out a deafening scream, his body trembling as dark red lightning crackled and surged toward the sky. Frieda stood ready, her spear poised, prepared to intervene if necessary. After what felt like an eternity, Xavier collapsed to the ground, exhausted by the release of such overwhelming power. Frieda rushed to his side, her face etched with concern.

"Xavier! Xavier, speak to me!" she shouted, shaking him desperately to rouse him.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, and he groaned, the weight of a headache clearly settling in.

"That really stings..." Xavier muttered, wincing.

Frieda let out a breath of relief, her worry easing as she saw he was still alive.

"My God, Xavier! Have you tried to fry your brain out by releasing that energy?!" she exclaimed.

"Ow! Not my ear, Frieda!" Xavier replied, half-laughing as he rose to his feet.

"So," he began, his voice still thick with exhaustion, "how's my power? Is it working?"

Frieda hesitated before nodding. "Y-Yes. You have dark red electrical power. Something extraordinary."

"Really?" Xavier asked, raising an eyebrow.

She nodded again, confirming his suspicion.

"Well, then it worked," Xavier said, his eyes gleaming. "And not just that, I feel like Palpatine. Am I a Sith?"

Frieda smacked his arm, the playful gesture snapping him out of his dramatic tone.

"Ow!" he yelped.

"Oh, stop joking about it, Xavier. You're not a Sith. In fact, there's a universe where Star Wars really exists," Frieda said with a sigh.

Xavier froze, his eyes widening in surprise. "Wait, they're real?"

Frieda sighed again, clearly annoyed. "Never mind. Anyway, let's focus on using your powers. I bet they'll be useful if you can master them."

"Right," Xavier agreed, his gaze sharpening. "I need to learn to control my powers completely."

Timeskip

Day after day, Xavier trained relentlessly, learning to harness new powers and refining his combat skills. Under Frieda's guidance, he grew stronger, faster, and more formidable with each passing day. Not only was he leveling up his abilities, but Frieda was also training alongside him, enhancing her own strength and skills. She diligently wrote reports to her Lord, updating him on Xavier's progress and his developing powers.

Meanwhile, Xavier devoted himself to mastering his newfound abilities, often meditating in quiet moments to maintain control over his mind. He knew that, with great power, came the risk of corruption, and he was determined to remain grounded, refusing to let the temptation of limitless power consume him.

After endless training, both physical and mental, Xavier finally felt he had a firm grip on his powers. With newfound confidence, he faced Frieda, his expression steely and focused, the weight of his training evident in his eyes.

Frieda studied him, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "I see you've truly embraced your power and learned to control it."

Xavier nodded firmly. "Indeed."

Turning toward the three rocks before him, he raised his hand and, with a simple thought, lifted them effortlessly into the air. The gravitational pull of his power responded to his will, lifting the rocks as though they weighed nothing. It was a display of his ability to manipulate gravity, something akin to the Force from Star Wars, but more refined and potent.

"Now that I understand my abilities," Xavier said, his voice tinged with resolve, "I think I'm ready."

"Ready for what?" Frieda asked, intrigued but cautious.

Without answering her, Xavier raised his hand again, and two glowing magic glyphs appeared above them, levitating into the air. Frieda's eyes widened in amazement at the display of power.

Xavier smiled, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of land before him. The trees and mountains stretched out below, and above, the sky was clear, the sun casting a warm light over the world. With a smile that carried both purpose and anticipation, he spoke softly:

"Ready to build my nation."