"I'm going to call you Creation Moss!"
Uchiha Brahman looked at the moss spores in his hand, then at the planet beneath his feet. Suddenly, he fell into deep thought. As everyone knew, humans were creatures who loved to be lazy. Though, to be more precise, it wasn't exactly laziness. They wanted to be efficient, to achieve their goals more easily, so they invented tools.
Transforming planets was no difficult task for Uchiha Brahman. He might not have been as lucky or as powerful as those transmigrators with systems, but destroying a planet was well within his capabilities.
But Uchiha Brahman was inherently very lazy. Having him transform one planet, two planets, or even a few hundred was fine, but...
Whose universe contained only a few hundred or a few thousand planets? That wasn't a universe; it was a strong man's display piece. Even Uchiha Brahman could make one of those so-called universes with a little time.
The principle was simple: all he had to do was develop a faster-than-light ship or a Hyperspace Jump Engine, choose a region of space, and use spatial isolation equipment to seal it off behind a spatial barrier.
And just like that, a so-called universe was born. That layer of space could be called a cosmic wall. Then, if the lifeforms within it developed a civilization, entered the interstellar age, and took control of the planets inside, they could call themselves emperors of the universe.
Uchiha Brahman could even isolate vast expanses of space: a few light-years, hundreds of light-years, or hundreds of millions of light-years. He could make small, medium, or large universes.
But that wasn't a real universe. It was only a part of one. The real universe was infinite. One planet, two planets, tens of billions, hundreds of billions, trillions, countless...