"...Does that matter? Whatever prophecy your Creator left behind, the result now is that I have obtained the highest level of control here."
In response to the Flower Fairy girl's question, Anvis simply countered with a question of his own.
"Also, what should I call you?"
"You may call me Margaret, Master!"
The emerald-green little fairy flitted back and forth around Anvis, her starlight-glimmering wings scattering specks of light around him.
"You do not understand. The being that created me came from the great Civilization of Stars. Unlike most other civilized races, we are a race born with the ability to glimpse the future.
"According to the records of the Civilization of Stars, prophecies themselves possess power. The instant an Observer glimpses the future, it is equivalent to interfering with that future once!"
"When the Civilization of Stars was flourishing, after seeing the future, the Great Sages would often make special arrangements to befriend key figures of the future in advance, providing aid for the civilization's development.
"This Ruins was also left behind specifically by my Creator after seeing the future. The inheritance it contains consists of things most suitable for you as you are now."
"If you are not the one from the prophecy, then it would mean there was a problem with the prophecy my Creator told me. But there is no record of such a situation in my database."
"I see."
Glancing at Fiona behind him, Anvis had already roughly understood the full circumstances of this prophecy.
Clearly, if not for his transmigration, Little Anvis should still have been safely staying at Pamir Academy, scheming against his Peers. The one who arrived here now would only have been Fiona herself, and she would have been the original protagonist of the prophecy.
But his rebirth had completely changed