A blanket of majestic trees and mountains extended to the limits of Alex's sight as he soared high above, gazing from God's point of view.

'This is way better than Homes and Gardens. He either dosed me with the best LSD known to man or I'm actually flying right now,' Alex thought. "Genie, what do I call you?"

"You may call me...Scott, Lord."

"Scott, why can't I fly?"

Scott watched as Alex flapped his arms up and down wildly, like a struggling chicken.

"...Sir, I have merely brought you here in your soul form. A chosen one cannot physically enter or affect his inner world. The inner world exists inside of you, making that impossible. Although you are the God of this world, a General must act as your hands here.

"Chosen one?"

"A chosen one is a human who is born with an inner world. Upon reaching puberty, their soul grows strong enough to accept a soul contract with a General, but it is not until they actually form one that they can gain direct access to their world, Sir."

"What's a General?"

"A General acts as an agent of his Lord inside the inner world, and as his sword and shield in the outer world, giving him power. Throughout history, men of great might have emerged in various civilizations, many of them carrying legends to this day. Numerous have elected to follow various chosen ones over the years, Sir."

"Are you saying that warriors from the ancient past still exist?"

"Indeed Sir."

"Goku?"

"...I am not familiar with a Goku, Sir."

"Blonde, screams a lot, loves blowdrying his hair?"

...

"Ok. How have these ancient warriors not died from old age?" Alex asked.

"Once a general signs a soul contract, he exists in soul form. The soul does not age within the God's inner world, Sir."

"Who can become a General? Can I just spam kidnap cannon fodder?"

"The conditions are very strict, Sir. Only a chosen one, or a warrior who has attained a very high level of strength has a resilient enough soul to survive the transformation. Besides those, there are very few exceptions."

"So you don't age. I also see you're quite lively now. Am I to understand that the conversion has healed your injuries? Were you so desperate to sign with me in order to avoid dying of blood loss?"

"...Correct Lord."

"Are chosen ones rare?"

"Yes, Lord. Chosen ones are extremely rare, numbering only in the hundreds across the Earth."

Alex squinted his eyes. 'Damn, that's a lot of bastards stealing my cheat...' He looked around at the sea of forest. "How big is this world anyways"

"Sir, every chosen one's world is different both in size and nature. At birth, the inner world forms and then advances at a default time rate of 100 times faster than that of Earth's time. In other words, since your birth, this world has already developed for over 2000 years. If you like, I can now reduce this speed to match that of Earth."

"...Yes, let's do that." Alex didn't want to miss all his shows. "Continue your presentation."

"Yes, Sir. The world of every chosen one differs depending on their wants and needs. Chosen ones typically sign a General at puberty, gaining access to their inner worlds, and thus from then on can influence them to varying degrees."

"Chosen ones may have various preferences based on their backgrounds or personal desires. For example, some may prefer cultivation, or magic, or high-end science and technology or--"

"Stop right there!" Alex's eyes were shining. He took a huge inhale of air.

"...Did you just say cultivation?"

"Yes, Sir."

"...Did you say magic?"

"...Yes...Sir?"

"Did you say...science and technology?"

".....Yes, Si--"

"GOOD LAWWWD! I'M ABOUT TO BUSTTTTT!!!"

...

Alex took a 5 minute break frozen with his arms out wide, eyes closed and biting his lower lip, just floating there in the wind.

...

"Alright, so come on, where's my stuff. Show me my cities. Am I gonna have some flying swords? Or dragons? Oh, maybe some mechas!"

*Cough* "About that, Sir..."

Alex frowned. "...Where's my Heaven-Splitting Blade?

"The thing is, chosen ones normally receive training from a very young age on meditation, visualizatio--"

"Where's dragon Smaug Scott?"

"These techniques help the chosen ones to develop their inner worlds towards their favored direction, leading to known desirable results that have been carefully refined over millenni--"

"WHERE'S MY GUNDAM SCOTT!?!?!?"

...

"Sir, I'm afraid your world has developed in a rather...unusual direction. Allow me to show you."