Unlike these transmigrators, who had nothing but getting stronger and causing trouble on their minds, their ultimate goal was to take his place as the Main God. Just look at how ambitious they were! That was what made a good reincarnator. As for these artificial transmigrators having ambitions, wasn't that a good thing?
His Main Godship didn't care, anyway.
As long as they could provide value, nothing else mattered.
Unfortunately, he couldn't make too many artificial transmigrators at once. Otherwise, if the entire Main God's Space were full of transmigrators and they compared notes, wouldn't the whole thing be exposed?
So you're a fellow countryman! The artificial transmigrators would realize that their so-called transmigration was just A going to B, B going to A, C going to A, and C going to B.
They transmigrated back and forth between those few worlds, and all of them had joined the Main God's Space.
Anyone with a bit of brains could figure out what was going on. Their so-called transmigration was nothing but a conspiracy by the Main God. They weren't the protagonists.
Oh no, then it was all over. How could the Main God possibly let something like that happen?
"So I'm not a transmigrator at all. I'm just a clown arranged by the Main God?"
The so-called transmigrator opened his computer and looked at the news on the screen, his face full of sorrow. The headline was about the arrival of the myriad stars and the great changes in the world. In other words, his soul had just returned from one of the planets orbiting the sun.
His so-called transmigration had all been arranged.
"I got excited for nothing. I was wondering why I didn't have a cheat. So that's why!"
He slumped back in his chair, feeling utterly speechless.