It was 1947. The war was long over, Roosevelt was busy managing the post-war world, and the mortal realm had mostly forgotten the chaos that had nearly consumed it. Yet I had no interest in returning to politics or mortal affairs. I had something far more intriguing to focus on: mastery, experimentation, and preparation.
My body, now in its thirties, remained strong, but I knew it wouldn't last forever. That didn't matter. My signature technique, the Living Corpse Reincarnation, allowed me to transfer my soul into new bodies at will. Combined with the cloning technology in my lab, I had an endless supply of perfect vessels—human, demigod, and even hybrid creations.
I spent my days dissecting, experimenting, and testing limits. The DNA I collected over decades—demigods, monsters, and extraordinary humans—was invaluable. I was particularly fascinated by divine genetics: how godly blood mixed with mortals to create beings capable of feats far beyond what ordinary humans could imagine.
I wasn't limited to just biology. I studied the mist, learning to manipulate perception itself. I could make my lab entirely invisible to those who weren't meant to see it. Travelers, hunters, and even demigods wandering nearby would pass without noticing a thing. I even practiced illusions and manipulations that could make intruders see an empty forest where my lab actually existed.
Fūinjutsu became my second obsession. I created barriers, seals, and wards that intertwined with the mountain itself, rendering the entrance invisible and the interior impossible to detect without precise knowledge or divine intervention. Only a god directly searching for me could bypass the layers of protection I had woven.
Every corner of the lab became a fortress:
Cloning wings, where bodies could be grown, enhanced, and customized.
Research libraries, filled with scrolls, books, and manuscripts—both ancient and modern, mortal and ninja.
Medical and magical labs, capable of healing, augmenting, and enhancing any body, mortal or divine.
Training grounds, where I could test jutsu, experiment with combinations of powers, and hone my abilities.
I had no desire to be found. This was a sanctuary for my intellect, my experimentation, and my power. Every precaution, every barrier, every trap was meticulously planned and layered. Even a casual demigod scouting the area wouldn't suspect a thing.
And yet… the possibilities excited me.
With the fusion of cloning, divine genetics, mist manipulation, and fūinjutsu, I was slowly shaping a future where I could control, enhance, and create warriors unlike any the world—or the gods—had ever seen.
The years ahead would be devoted to refinement, experimentation, and expansion. The main story of Percy Jackson, the world of gods and monsters that would emerge decades later… it was all still coming. And when it did, I would be ready.
Because my lab wasn't just a fortress.It was the cradle of my next era of power.