Anthony stepped forward, posture straight, voice clear.
"I want to reincarnate in a galaxy on the brink of expansion. A mid-tier civilization—humanoid-dominated—has just started interstellar travel. Maybe two dozen colonized systems. Primitive warp drives. Laser-based weaponry. Basic AI. They're making progress, but nowhere near their peak."
He paused, letting the image form in the air.
"I want to be born human, but with a mind so advanced it breaks the simulation. Hyper-intelligent. Analytical. Capable of understanding and reinventing the laws of physics by age ten."
The administrator's pen began to move across a shimmering page.
Anthony continued.
"Add to that a recent cosmic event predicted to occur a few years from now—by the time I've fully settled there. Gates opening across the galaxy. Dimensional rifts. Realms bleeding into realspace. New energies—call it mana, call it soul force, doesn't matter. It exists, and no one understands it yet."
He held up a finger.
"I want access to that system. I want to be one of the few who can enter those realms, understand their power, and bring that knowledge back. Not to become a god—but to forge something new."
He finished with a grin.
"I'm not after a throne. I'm after dominion over knowledge.
I want to be the first and last name in technology and evolution.
And when the galaxy finally catches up, I'll already be too far ahead to stop."
The administrator stopped writing. The golden ink glowed bright for a moment, then faded into the page.
"Your request has been received," he said, eyes gleaming faintly.
"Prepare for reincarnation."
The Hall of Countless Doors rumbled. A vast circular gate appeared behind Anthony—silver, humming with power. Symbols rotated along its rim in patterns.
:
The portal shimmered—tall, round, and humming with slow, deep energy.
Its outer rim was bronze, rough and ancient-looking, but threads of silver began to streak through its surface. Not like paint, but as if the portal itself was changing—molten veins of silver crawling over bronze, growing, shifting.
It wasn't just activating.
It was transforming.
What it represented, Anthony didn't know. The administrator hadn't explained. Maybe even he didn't know. But something told Anthony this portal wasn't like the others. It was marked. Significant. Maybe not now… but eventually.
And that was enough.
Anthony's smile deepened. His fingers curled into fists as his heart surged in his chest.
He could barely contain himself.
"I'm ready," he said.
His voice didn't shake. It burned.
The administrator looked at him with the faintest hint of something—amusement, maybe. Or interest. But he gave no comment. No warning.
He only spoke with the same calm certainty that had anchored this place since time itself.
"This portal will lead to your next life."
The bronze-silver ring pulsed with light. The hum intensified, resonating through the very air like a low note of destiny being played for the first time.
"Inside is the universe you requested," the administrator continued. "Custom-crafted by the foundational protocols of reincarnation and reality. A tailored scenario born from your wish."
Anthony took a step forward, stopping just before the edge of the gate.
"You will be reborn as a human," the administrator said, "into a noble family belonging to the Human Federation of the Andromeda Galaxy."
Anthony raised an eyebrow. The name sounded bland. Federation. But he knew better than to judge a civilization by its logo.
"This Federation has existed for over seven millennia.
Their technology is stable, advancing, but unimpressive by greater galactic standards.
They are considered backwater. Unremarkable. Disconnected from the core influence of the galactic community."
Anthony chuckled. "So, they're underestimated. Perfect."
"Correct," the administrator said. "Their strength is modest. Their position… precarious. Eyes surround them. Watching. Waiting."
Anthony liked that. A political powder keg. Conflict on the horizon. Opportunity in every shadow.
"The noble family you will be born into is of imperial blood—descendants of a long-dead Emperor.
Once powerful. Now declining."
Anthony's grin widened.
"A fallen noble house, huh? That's classic. Always good for drama."
"You will understand more in time," the administrator replied. "The decline has reasons. You will uncover them."
Anthony stepped closer. The air around the portal crackled with restrained power. Silver now laced more than half the frame. The glow had changed—from a dull bronze to a soft, piercing silver-blue.
The transition was nearly complete.
"Everything else has been set in motion," the administrator said. "Events have begun to stir. Forces have been seeded. Your arrival will shift what must be shifted."
The meaning of those words wasn't entirely clear.
But Anthony didn't need clarity.
He needed only opportunity.
And this world—this Federation, this noble house, this galaxy on the brink—was the perfect playground.
He could already see it:
First, stabilize his family. Become indispensable. Quietly build influence while pretending to be just another noble child. Then, unlock his hidden genius. Design technologies no one had seen before. A new kind of weapon. A new kind of ship. A new kind of war.
And when the galaxy started noticing?
He'd already be too far ahead.
Too dangerous.
Too vital.
He would create again—just like he did in his last life. But this time, without limitation. Without genetic collapse. Without chains.
And this time, he wouldn't just influence history.
He would define it.
The portal was fully silver now.
Whatever transformation it had been going through was complete. And something about it felt alive now. Like it wasn't just a gateway—but a witness. A judge. Maybe even a companion.
Anthony took a deep breath.
No fear. No second thoughts.
He was built for this.
He looked back one last time.
The administrator still sat there, calm and unmoved.
"Hey," Anthony said, his voice tinged with humor, "if this works out the way I plan… I'm probably gonna shake the whole damn galaxy."
The administrator gave the slightest nod.
"That is expected."
Anthony turned back to the gate.
One step.
Two.
A breath.
Then—
He stepped through.
The light consumed him in an instant. No pain. No sound.
Only momentum.
Only purpose.
Only the birth of a legend waiting to happen