Administrator of Dragon Clan Civilization

They sentenced me to death for being "the cancer of civilization." As the last survivor of the Dragon Clan, I did not fight on the eve of destruction. I just calmly changed the highest authority password of the civilization database, and then died calmly. One hundred thousand years later, I woke up from the body of a human boy. In class, the professor was preaching "The History of the Extinction of the Dragon Clan" and designated my people as the public enemies of the universe. The brother who once betrayed me has established the Immortal God Dynasty and proclaimed himself the Eternal God Emperor. The girl I once rescued is leading the archaeological team to excavate my ancestral grave feverishly. I smiled and logged into the civilized management backend that only I knew. ——Click to close the supply of the "Dragon Symbiosis Core" of the eternal energy in the God-Emperor's body. ——Click to change the permissions of the dragon ruins defense formation at the girl's feet to [fully open to welcome the master]. When the God-Emperor's power was exhausted during the ceremony, when the girl slowly opened her eyes when she saw my statue deep in the tomb. A cold broadcast passed through the starry sky network across the universe: "Civilization Restart Protocol has been activated. Step 1: Clear the old administrator list." "Now, it's my turn - to reclaim civilization."