This was the most glorious era, an unprecedented age of prosperity.
Countless individuals living on this planet could obtain unprecedented resource support. Whether it was technology, raw materials, magical knowledge, or anything else, they could acquire it easily. The only difference was whether their level of life could control power beyond their own limits.
Resources were already a laughable term for Cybertron. With numerous higher gods stationed here, the supplies they could produce for twenty billion residents were, frankly speaking, inexhaustible.
Here lay the wealth left behind by countless geniuses.
Here, there were exceptionally free paths to choose from, all depending on the residents' own interests.
Even if they made the wrong choice and wanted to start over, it did not matter. After all, with technology and magic having advanced to this point, soul transfer and limb regeneration were practically child's play. Lifespan had long ceased to be an obstacle on the path to ascension.
Even if, after an immensely long time, some residents truly failed to reach the level they should have and continued wandering at the lower levels of life, when the information accumulated over that long span became a burden they could not escape even by changing bodies, they only needed to pay a small price to have a Level Five or even higher existence erase some of the unnecessary information for them.
This was easy to understand. On Cybertron, where the understanding of an individual was no longer limited to a single model, changing bodies, transforming from carbon-based to silicon-based life, or from silicon-based back into carbon-based life, were all ordinary things. The only thing that could not be changed in that process was the soul—or, more precisely, an individual's will and spirit.
For a lifeform, after constantly experiencing events great and small, the perspective, experience,