After storing the Anywhere Door back into his ring, Eren moved to the bed and picked up the [Gourmet Tablecloth] from beneath the pillow. He folded it neatly and placed it inside the storage space.
His gaze shifted to the pen resting nearby. Its glow had faded slightly, just like yesterday—still usable, but not yet recovered fully. He stored it as well, allowing it time to rest. He would need it again tomorrow.
Then he lay back on the bed, eyes open, staring silently.
His thoughts turned dark.
How can I destroy the entire plot? How can I make the entire continent mad, like I was before?
There were countless methods. He had considered many. But this time, he would choose the safest way. He valued life. And a ring that had endured for hundreds of thousands of years would never be revealed, not until he had strength that made others tremble at the mention of his name.
As he was now, no one would take him seriously. He needed authority, and he needed it to belong to him alone, something that no one could deny or oppose.
"...How about an organization?" he muttered.
"An organization that makes nations tremble at the name alone... like Akatsuki from Naruto."
He had already decided on the name.
Black Lotus.
It sounded perfect, cold, elegant, and dangerous. A symbol others would learn to fear.
"And its members…"
He considered using the pen to create them. But he quickly dismissed the idea. That kind of creation would drain too much light. The pen would need months, perhaps years to recover. If worse came to worst, it might even break.
"Not worth the risk. I'll think more about that later."
Then a different idea sparked in his mind.
He retrieved the pen and the rough book from the ring, opened a fresh page, and wrote carefully:
[There is an experience card of Uchiha Itachi in my right pocket, with his prime power level. When used, the user becomes Uchiha Itachi, with all his strength, for one hour.]
As the final stroke settled, a slight weight appeared in his pocket.
He reached in and pulled out a card. Its back was gold, smooth to the touch. On the front, Itachi's image stared forward, his Sharingan glowing, red and black background swirling behind him. A flock of crows flew in the distance.
Eren examined the card, then glanced at the pen.
Its glow had only faded slightly. Barely a strain.
He smiled.
This method was efficient. Not much cost. It could be used repeatedly with proper restraint.
But then, a cold fact returned to him.
Itachi's power level might be terrifying in his own world, but against a Titled Douluo, his body and endurance were far too lacking. Illusions could confuse. Fire could burn. But his physical limits remained.
And if he tried to create something like a Goku or Saitama experience card…
He paused.
"The pen might not survive it."
He set the card aside and leaned back into the pillow.
Eren lay in silence, his mind already drifting toward the next step.
If he truly wanted to build a proper organization, one that could be feared, respected, and remembered, then he could not rely on fantasy alone. A name was one thing. Real power was another. And power required people.
He needed someone with weight behind their name. Someone with status. Someone like Dugu Bo.
Yes, Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo. A Titled Douluo feared across the continent. More importantly, a man slowly dying from his own martial soul. Eren knew that well. He also knew that curing him would be trivial.
His own martial soul required no rings to function. It could heal, purge poison, remove curses, and clear almost any form of negative effect. Healing Dugu Bo wouldn't cost him even a drop of the pen's light.
"A piece of cake," Eren muttered, eyes narrowed.
But there was no rush.
Let him suffer a little longer. The more desperate he became, the stronger his gratitude would be. And if saving his granddaughter's life was part of the equation, betrayal would never cross his mind.
Still, Eren knew relying solely on someone like Dugu Bo was not enough. He needed loyalty born from nothing, loyalty he forged himself.
He would cultivate a member. From the ground up.
That way, they would never betray him. They would owe everything to him, strength, purpose, survival itself.
"All I need is a weak soul," he whispered, "someone crushed by the world, searching for light… and I'll be that light."
A perfect recruitment method.
He wouldn't even need to give them power all at once. A little help here and there, subtle, timed,would create gratitude. Gratitude would become debt. Debt would become loyalty. And loyalty… could be shaped.
After all, he had the pen. If he chose correctly, turning a nameless orphan into a future powerhouse would be effortless.
But another thought followed: clothing.
A proper organization needed an identity. Symbols. Colors. A uniform that sent fear into the hearts of those who saw it.
"That can wait," Eren murmured, brushing the thought aside. "Another day."
For now, he had to make sure the world remembered his presence.
That meant leaving his mark behind.
The phantom mark, his personal signature. Hai first soul ring ability. Like the Flying Raijin, once placed, it allowed him to return instantly to that location.
So far, he had only placed two: one on his bed, and one in an empty alley within Nuoding City.
If he intended to expand his reach, more would need to be placed. In noble manors, auction houses, secluded cliffs, enemy sects, palace gardens... One by one.
But not today.
Today, the pen would rest. Its glow had not fully returned. He would wait for it to recover completely before using it again.