No— even though the world knew that much of it was his creation, they refused to give him credit.
That remained the case until a few visitors arrived from space, and they did not come with good intentions.
The group belonged to a mercenary organization that had stumbled upon the system while passing nearby. Upon noticing living signatures and, more importantly, a natural planet with a breathable atmosphere—something rare and valuable—they saw opportunity. Such a planet could be sold to many powers. Its inhabitants could be sold as well.
When their intentions became known to Earth's powers, the aliens broadcasted themselves openly, demanding surrender. Humanity had no choice but to bring out the weapons he had left behind.
An intense battle followed. Thanks to his weapons and the enemy's unpreparedness, humanity was not only able to defend itself but also annihilate the invading force. Many of their ships were captured intact.
Using those ships, humanity uncovered vast amounts of technology. This allowed them to fill in their own gaps and ushered in a new age of space exploration.
Only then was he finally accepted as humanity's savior.
Statues of him were erected across the world, and he was celebrated as the ultimate savior of mankind—one who, even in death, had protected humanity from a fate of enslavement, stripped of dignity and self-respect.
And as time passed, thousands upon thousands of years went by. Humanity developed at a frightening pace, absorbing many star systems, subjugating numerous races, and eventually becoming a trans-galactic power with more than hundreds of thousands of galaxies under its control. Throughout all of it, he was never forgotten. He was regarded as an ancestral hero, praised and worshipped across generations.
Seeing this, he could not help but sigh.
"So that's why I have so many karma points and divine points," he thought. "It's because my weapons saved humanity from its fated destiny and allowed it to become something it was never supposed to be."
That change in destiny not only allowed humanity to unite and rise as a trans-galactic power ruling countless galaxies, but the worship they gave him—despite thousands of years passing—also contributed to his divine points.
"That is right," the administrator suddenly said. "That is most likely why you possess so many karma points and divine points. Most of them are deserved. After all, because of you, something that was never supposed to happen did happen."
"That is no small matter, you know. The fate of every living being is decided before their birth. Changing fate is not easy. Even beings from cultivation, magic, or other higher realms cannot do it easily, despite their claims that cultivation is fighting against fate. But is it really?"
"Anyway, back to the point—what are you choking on, man? Be quick. We don't have days here."
He gestured toward stacks of papers on his desk, and as if to emphasize the point, another pile appeared beside them.
"You can see how much work I have to do. If you could be a bit quicker, it would be appreciated."
Hearing the excuses this strange person was making, Anthony's mouth involuntarily twitched. His expression grew even fiercer when stacks of paper suddenly appeared on the man's desk. The man himself looked more like a blue-colored office worker—yes, that was the exact vibe Anthony was getting. Still, out of all things, only this man felt so out of place, along with that cup of coffee bearing a green label.
Sighing, Anthony finally spoke, choosing not to dwell on the talk of destiny or the changes his creations had made, nor on the exaggerations that were clearly present.
"Can you tell me in detail what you meant by controlled reincarnation? What's the difference between normal reincarnation and this one?"
The administrator nodded and spoke, not before making Anthony aware that he already knew his thoughts.
"And here I was thinking you wouldn't ask. After all, it's easy to get perplexed by the situation you—or anyone in your place—is facing. These matters are so distant from you. Science isn't it?"
He glanced at his desk, paused briefly, then continued without waiting for a reaction.
"Controlled reincarnation, or guided reincarnation as I mentioned earlier, is quite simple if you take the words at face value. You are given the right to choose how you reincarnate—who you will be, under what conditions, and to a certain extent, where. I will help you with that."
"Of course, there are limitations. We can't exactly create an entire universe according to your wishes, can we?"
"Like asking to be reincarnated in a world where science is prominent, like Earth—or even taking a step into the future. You could be reincarnated in an intergalactic empire, if that is your wish, so you can fulfill whatever you desire," the administrator said. "Though it won't be as simple as that."
Anthony nodded as he listened, but frowned at the last words. It won't be as simple as that. He was about to ask what that meant, but the administrator, as if reading his mind, spoke first.
"You don't need to ask, nor can I tell you about it. But I'll give you one piece of advice: under no circumstances should you pause your endeavors or stop using your intelligence like you did back on Earth."
Raising an eyebrow, he tapped the table with his fingers before asking, "So, what is it that you want?"
Anthony frowned at first, realizing he would not be getting any answers. However, seeing the administrator's stance—one that clearly said this matter was beyond his privilege—he dropped the question entirely.
As for the advice, it was simple. In plain terms, he was being told not to stop innovating. That was something Anthony intended to do regardless. After all, it was what he was best at, what he was truly talented in, and he would not give it up for any stupid reason.
After thinking for a while, he began to contemplate deeply. His thoughts started to flow as he ran through various calculations in his mind, until he finally reached a conclusion that felt most suitable for him.