I look at my adorable little daughter—she’s so cute, just like me. One side of her face, the side with her silver horn, has a golden eye, and the other side, with her golden horn, has a silver eye. It seems to be a trait of my race. She also has adorable little silver and gold wings that look metallic, just like mine. I guess she hasn’t learned how to retract them yet.

I ask her, "Can you retract your wings?" and they seem to disappear. I smile at her. She’s basically an adult in a baby’s body—must kind of suck for her, but still. I know you might be more intelligent than an actual baby, but I’m still going to spoil you rotten and treat you like a baby. To be honest, it’s more of an instinctual reaction that I can’t help. So, sorry in advance.

I’ve already reviewed all your memories and life experiences. You lived about 500 years, and the world really did go to shit not long after I left. I suppose the upside is that most of the mutants didn’t get wiped out as they were supposed to. Normally, the Sentinels pretty much wipe out humanity, rendering it almost or entirely extinct depending on the variation. As Professor X said, the machines are the only ones regarded as "winning."

However, with mages and sages, their versatile abilities made it difficult for adaptive Sentinels to adjust. After all, it’s hard to adapt to magic that breaks the laws of physics at will. Adapting to one mutant ability, maybe two, is manageable. But trying to keep up when spells are fired off continuously? That’s not easy.

I also know you regained your strength after your children died, and I know they inherited your incestuous tendencies, along with what you did for their 16th birthday present. However, I don’t really care—human standards don’t apply to me. I know you were bisexual early in life, but you leaned more toward women as time went on. Part of it was the trauma of losing your family, but also, over time, you just preferred women more. You eventually stopped dating men altogether.

The reason I reincarnated you is obvious. Lady Death sent me your soul, as you were one of my devout believers. Naturally, you’re rewarded after death—this is pretty standard for a god. Fanatic believers usually receive good treatment, and since you were one of my first, you’ll get even better treatment. Other gods might give VIP treatment, but I like to go the extra mile for my devoted.

I reincarnated your soul as an Aragon. Naturally, as the progenitor, I can do things others can’t. Combine that with my godly powers, and I can pull off some ridiculous feats. I took the baby out and used the energy of the realm to create more eggs. This way, I wouldn’t have to worry about losing my mana capacity. It’s not easy to restore mana capacity, you know? I’m impressed you managed it in your previous lifetime, though my book did explain how to avoid losing mana capacity. Earth wasn’t ideal due to its low atmospheric mana levels, but you made it work.

I created 100 eggs and transferred the soul of that foolish girl I once gave a chance to become one of my saints. Souls don’t dissipate in this realm—one of its rules—so I moved her soul into an egg. It’ll take her about 10 years to hatch, longer than you, but she’ll be fully formed when she does. I smirk and tease you, "Jealous? She doesn’t have to start out as a baby." But don’t worry, you’re my daughter, and she’ll just be a regular Aragon. Your potential is obviously much higher. Besides, you didn’t spend long in the egg, and we’re still not sure if you were conscious during that time.

I undo my kimono and have her start breastfeeding. She doesn’t even hesitate—she’s actually licking the nipple before sucking on it. I sigh and say, "Seriously? You’re a baby, why are you such a perv?" I guess my daughter is a total perv-baby. Sophie appears out of nowhere and starts sucking on the other one, I said, "You’re setting a bad example for Aradora, you know." We both laugh, knowing Aradora is an incorrigible perv herself.

If I were a god who punished that sort of behavior, I might have done so after Aradora’s death, but instead, I rewarded her for her faith. Even after her family died of old age, she didn’t curse me. Most people would have blamed me, but not her. It’s strange—her husband and children were regular humans and died of natural causes. Though I suppose it didn’t help that the fountain was destroyed, preventing her from using its power to deal with that issue.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye, and all the eggs hatched. Among them, one stood out—a soul from the Flame Hashira. Naturally, it carried the standard Aragon appearance, but there were clear signs of its was flame Hashira from the anime as well.

The eggs finally finished hatching, and after that, Sophie teleported them to the throne room. We sat menacingly on our thrones, with my daughter sitting on my lap, overjoyed. We unleashed our divine auras in full force, causing those who had just hatched to uncontrollably kneel before us. Naturally, Sophie snapped her fingers, and they all found themselves wearing kimonos—not surprising, given that kimonos are a popular clothing choice in a cultivation world.

I explained, "This universe is a cultivation universe, full of cultivators. You’re probably wondering what’s going on. The simple answer is: you died, and as my believers, your souls came to me after death inside my divine realm. Your new purpose is to deal with the cultivators. They’re leeches. To gain power, they absorb energy from the environment and forcefully extend their capacity to store it, which is a terrible idea. They do it anyway, and of course, this is extremely difficult because they’re essentially trying to force a container to be larger by shoving it full of water. They use a lot of cultivation resources to achieve this."

"While it’s possible to become a god through this method, most of the so-called gods in this world are barely divine. Especially those who rely on cultivation resources. The problem is they’ve long forgotten how to cultivate properly. Instead of refining their internal energy to improve its quality, they just increase their capacity. Because of this, they’re consuming resources at an ungodly rate and draining the planet’s life energy by setting up bases on ley lines. This has caused the mana levels in the atmosphere to plummet."

"Your job as my believers is to deal with them, effectively hitting a reset button by purging them. You’ll also grow stronger through combat. Power levels in this world are inconsistent; they don’t account for tactics or fighting skills. They’re just an indication of raw strength. I use ‘existence levels,’ which refer to the complexity of one’s existence, not just strength. Typically, someone with a higher existence level will be stronger, but that’s not always the case. For example, a weak god may have a high existence level because their existence is more complex, but they can still be defeated by a powerful mortal. On the other hand, some gods are so powerful that no mortal, no matter how strong, could defeat them."

Aradora asked, "When can I go down to play?"

I replied, "When your body is fully grown, though it shouldn’t take as long as a human’s growth. You already look like a five- or six-year-old, and it’s only been ten years. It’ll take longer, but your strength is increasing rapidly. Unlike everyone else here, who are just standard Aragon, you’re my daughter. My children are naturally stronger, and the mana that was fed into you came from your three mothers, making you even stronger. The downside is that you had to start as a baby and grow up naturally. The upside is that you’ll be far more powerful. Of course, I couldn’t reincarnate anyone else here as my child, even if I wanted to."

"People think just having a strong body is enough, but you need a ridiculously strong soul to handle that kind of power. To put it simply, it would be like expecting a regular person to drive a high-performance race car. Sure, they could drive it, but there’s no way they’d get the most out of it. Sorry for those of you from different time periods, like the Flame Hashira, who might not know what a car is, but I’m sure you get the general idea."

"I was only able to get one Flame Hashira, but as someone used to hunting demons—who are inherently stronger than humans—you should be fine. But I should tell you, you won’t be able to use your breathing techniques. Your new race doesn’t need to breathe, and unlike demons from your world, who were artificially created, my wife Sophie was born a demon. She has no desire to devour humans or their souls. Demons only devour souls to strengthen themselves, but Sophie doesn’t need to do that, and it’s not exactly a good idea anyway. It would probably have more negative effects than positive, not just in terms of power but also mentally. Most demons go crazy, and only the strongest can resist those side effects."

"Your first mission is to clear this world of cultivators and increase your strength. We will purge the entire universe of them. As I said, they’re a huge drain on the universe, and the reset button needs to be pressed. As long as you don’t target normal people, I doubt any of the gods will care. The proper method of cultivation, as I explained, is to absorb energy from the environment and use it to refine your internal energy, improving its quality. I won’t give you any training, but here’s a book that contains everything you need to know about using magic."

I smirked and added, "As for you, my daughter, I’ll be training you personally. I know you have an affinity for wind and ice magic, but we’ll work on other forms as well. Focusing on just your affinity makes sense, but you should have access to more spells. Now, let’s begin our universal conquest—well, more like a universal purge."