[Main POV]
Ms. Davis was ecstatic that I had won. She was so happy that Olivia had an easy time convincing her to let me have the basement.
The next day, Olivia and I walked into the basement. It was in a pretty sad state. Cobwebs everywhere. Layers of dust covered the shelves. And there was a mysterious puddle on the floor.
"Wow. This place's a dump. No wonder Ms. Davis let you have it."
I nodded before turning towards her and handed her five copies of Jurassic Park.
"Get these to publishers. See if you can find any that are interested."
She blanked out for a second realizing I had written the book six times. My right hand had a workout.
"O-Okay. How am I supposed to get these to publishers?"
"You're smart. Figure it out. Be creative. And most of all, have fun."
I shoved $200 into her pocket, and gently pushed her up the stairs before shutting the door. Now that she was out of the way, I concentrated on my powers and started remodeling.
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Time skip 1 week later
[3rd POV]
"I'm back!" Olivia opened the basement door and came down the stairs.
As she walked down the stairs, her eyes widened. The basement was no longer the dark, smelly hole it was when she left.
The walls were painted white with golden drawings. A handsome man with a bow and arrow slaying a mighty snake. A woman turning into a laurel tree. A laurel playing before a cheering crowd.
In the far right corner of the room, was what could be described as a big black box the size of truck. Olivia could hear fans running and could feel heat radiating, making the room unbearably hot.
On the left was Apollo sitting at a mahogany desk, typing on a computer. But this computer was different than the others she had seen.
It was white and gold. However, what made it weird was its size. It was suspiciously thin. The keyboard was connected to the monitor, and no mouse could be seen.
Apollo looked up and gave her a smile. As usual, it was unusually bright, the room seemingly enhancing its brightness. "Oh, hi. You're back. You like my setup?"
"What the fuck. What happened here?" She pointed to the foreign objects in the room. "What is that? And that? Where'd you get it? How'd you get it? What the f—"
"I remodeled while you were gone. That's a server. This is my computer. I made them. And I got the materials from a junkyard and RadioShack."
This was clearly a lie. There was no way RadioShack had anything this advanced. And Olivia found it hard to believe Apollo could remodel the entire basement in less than a week. And nothing could explain that laptop. It would be more believable if he told her aliens gave it to him.
In reality, Apollo used his powers for everything. Using his godly-speed, he was able to clean up the entire basement at the speed of light (metaphorically, but also literally). He then brought in a ton of dirt and transmuted all the materials he needed before assembling everything according to the knowledge he accumulated from his previous life.
"Wait a second," Olivia said as she narrowed her eyes, "everything here is clearly using electricity. But Ms. Davis said they disconnected the power from the basement due to fire safety. So, what's powering everything?"
"Um…" The answer was nuclear fusion. As the god of the sun, figuring out a way to safely harness the power of nuclear fusion in a 10cm x 10cm x 10cm box was child's play. However, he couldn't just say that. Olivia would definitely freak out if she realized everyone was sleeping on top of a nuke.
So, he bullshit.
"The gravitational waves create a phenotype, affecting the cryogenics of the Heisenberg Uncertainty Particles. The epigenetics create dark matter which cause a chromatography in the quantum entanglement, spinning a turbine, creating electricity."
Olivia stared off into space while numbers and formulas floated in her mind. "Uhhhh, what?"
Waving his hands, Apollo stated, "Science. Anyway, where were you? I thought you ran off with my book."
Forgetting the previous conversation, Olivia put a hand on her chest in shock, "I would never! I had to go to California. You know there aren't a lot of publishing places in Houston."
Apollo pretended to think about what she said before nodding. He knew how Olivia's journey went but had to continue this charade.
"So, how'd it go?"
Puffing out her chest, she looked proud of herself. "I got you two offers! The first publishing company is offering a 5% royalty to print your books. But I got an even better offer! There's a publishing company that wants to buy the IP for $300,000!"
Apollo scoffed. There was no way he was going to sell the IP. The potential from the movies and merch was immense. "Yeah, no. Go with the first one."
"What? You're just turning down $300,000? But—"
"Olivia," I simply said. She stopped as I waited for her to calm down a little.
"Olivia," I repeated, "Go with the first one. That's final. I'm not selling a billion-dollar IP for pennies."
Olivia blinked. "Billion-dollar, huh? Someone's cocky." After standing around for a few seconds she opened her bag, "Alright boss. Here's the contract. You can't sign it since you're under 18, so Ms. Davis'll have to sign it."
"Wait," Apollo stood up from his desk and handed her $100. "Try to raise the royalty to 10%. Tell the publishing company they'll have 2 more books this year, 3 more next year, and 3 more the year after that."
Olivia sputtered, "Are you sure? Writing books takes a lot of work. I know you've written one already, but you might get writer's block or something."
"You raise a valid concern. However, you assume that I have not already written the books."
"You've already written them?!"
"Are you seriously doubting me?"
Olivia chuckled before muttering, "Of course you have." She staggered up the stairs muttering, "Nine books in 4 years, what have I been doing with my life."