Five years.
That's how long it took me to complete Sauron's template—five years of relentless training, mind-breaking memory fusion, and learning magic that belonged to an entirely different cosmology. Tom Riddle's template had been complex… but Sauron?
Sauron was a storm.
A being born from divine flame.A Maia—one of the greatest ever forged.
He wasn't just a dark lord.He was a demigod.A creator.A conqueror.A master of wills and minds.And he had nearly broken Middle-earth by himself.
So of course completing his template was hard.Of course it wrung out every ounce of focus and talent I had.
But I finished it.
And the system's notification hit me like a tidal wave:
Sauron Template: 100% COMPLETED
Power bled into me—dense, ancient, suffocating in its immensity.
Newly Acquired Abilities
• Artefact: The One RingA perfect golden circle materialized in my palm, thrumming with a will so intense it burned. Except… it didn't burn me. It purred. It recognized me.
• Forging Method: Rings of PowerKnowledge of the craft filled my mind like liquid fire—every rune, every alloy, every enchantment.
• Silver Tongue TalentMy voice became a weapon sharper than any blade.Anyone weaker than my will would obey without question.
• Sauron's Shapeshifting MagicForms of shadow, beauty, monster, flame—mine.I could be anything.
• All Sauron's TalentsHis sorcery.His forging arts.His command over domination magic.All now fused into my soul.
• All Sauron's MemoriesThis one… hurt.
Thousands of years crashed into me—war, forging, betrayal, dominion, rebirth, fall, rise, rage, brilliance, obsession. I screamed for hours. Maybe days. And when it finally stopped…
I opened my eyes a different person.
I had become something frightening.
Something powerful enough to rival gods.
A New Shop Unlocked
Once I stopped shaking from the memories, I opened the system shop again.
And it had changed.Evolved.
New Shop Branch: Lord of the Rings WorldAvailable Purchases: Artefacts, Creatures, Armies, Subordinates
I scrolled through Sauron's subordinates… and felt almost disappointed.
The orcs?Trash tier cannon fodder.
Nazgûl?Useful, but too noticeable in Asgard.
Balrogs?Yeah, absolutely not—Odin would personally smite me.
Saruman, though…
Saruman was tempting.Very tempting.A genius.A manipulator.A sorcerer of the highest tier.
But summoning him now would be idiotic.
Odin wasn't stupid.He wasn't the mellow, dying king from the later movies.
This was God-King Odin.Conqueror Odin.War-Drunk Odin.The strategist who was about to launch a campaign across the Nine Realms.
If Saruman suddenly appeared in Asgard out of thin air?Odin would suspect something, and I would immediately become a target.
He already kept a close eye on Hela and me.Twin daughters of Odin—one destined for death, one destined for magic and fate.
If strange servants started following me around…Odin would interrogate me.
Odin would suspect me.
Odin would prepare for me.
And I absolutely did not want Odin preparing for me.
Not yet.
So I closed the shop.
"I'll wait," I whispered. "I'll save my points. I'll summon subordinates only when the war begins… not before."
The One Ring pulsed faintly in my hand, as if amused by my caution.
And for the first time…
I wondered if my system truly wanted to turn me into an evil witch.
Because honestly?
It was doing a great job.