I stood as the ultimate lifeform and the rightful sovereign of the multiverse. Possessing more power than any other being, I had no time or interest in dealing with the affairs of mere mortals.

They were disorderly, reckless, and destructive creatures. When faced with opposition, they resorted to conflict; when offered something, they exploited it. My superior kin shared similarities with those wretched mortals in some aspects but lacked their negative traits.

'Speaking of mortals...'

One stood before me, er, not quite.

Devoid of free will, the mortal served as a test subject for The Doctor, as he now called himself. Used in scientific experiments to create the ultimate warrior who would execute my every command and help govern the cosmos with an iron fist.

Despite being the first successful subject to survive the experiments, the mortal proved exceedingly feeble. He could not even challenge that blasted Demon King; to be fair, only I could challenge him and come out on top.

He could have achieved greatness with proper training, time, and different scenarios surrounding his life, but alas, he was merely a pawn in a larger scheme, my scheme.

Adam, my one true friend, brought him before me and requested to bring him into the next cycle.

"Why?" I questioned.

What was worth saving from this broken-down husk of a creature? His body was beyond the concept of restoration, even if the blasted Demon King held back not instantly killing him.

The only way to save him would be for me to reconstruct his body or throw him into a new body in the next cycle. But why should I? I had no love for the mortal.