Who Should I Choose to Be the Savior Today?

Not brainless, no harem, just the thrill of crushing the opposition with superior intellect.

To confront unknown threats, humanity’s oldest ancestors established an organization: the Pan-Human Mutual Aid Society.

“Respected World Consciousness, we understand your needs. Our association has asked Master Jia to tailor a solution just for you. Of course, you know that our association doesn’t produce water. No, wait, we don’t produce solutions either. We’re merely couriers for solutions.

“So, although our association sympathizes with your predicament and has fought hard on your behalf, this solution is still just a tiny bit expensive. (By ‘tiny bit,’ we mean a hundred million.)

“But our president says you’re still a child, and told me I absolutely have to help you.

“How about this? I’ll make the call on the president’s behalf. Our association won’t charge you a single cent. It’ll just mean a little extra work for me.”

The association’s permanent council member, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, spoke to the World Consciousness with a pained yet generous expression.

Feeling the World Consciousness’s gratitude, the bespectacled man gently patted its physical manifestation: a tiny, battered pale-blue planet.

“Leave the rest to us. For now, go enjoy yourself with the other World Consciousnesses at the party our association has organized just for underage worlds under twelve epochs old.”

After the little planet left, the bespectacled man casually picked out a handsome young man who was reading a novel about a savior, granted his wish, and sent him to the little planet’s world with a factory built by a high-level civilization.

“I really am too kind,” the bespectacled man sighed, then clicked on the next client.

Seeing the yellow little planet come in, the bespectacled man smiled warmly. “Respected World Consciousness, we understand your needs...”