Chapter 630: What if those worlds doesnt need a hero? (2/2)

Mentally shaking my head, I suddenly stopped on this track. What if this link still existed and could be used to build a bridge to her world? What if I could send a single copy of myself to help her get stronger and join me in this strange universe?

Sadly, as quickly as this thought appeared, one of my many copies brought his magical eyes down, right on the surface of the planet it was overseeing. Even though there was no plausible way for my central self to notice any difference, but the local me could easily do it. With this in mind, the image I saw was already reflected by the knowledge only shared by that local self of mine.

And on this image, I could see a world that was on barely a tribal level, already entering the age of discovery. From the looks of things, the history from the earth was repeating on all the planets that nearly instantly caught up to this level of development. With the households of my bloodline only awakening in times of need, I could see how any semblance of the past, god-given wisdom was already gone.

Gone in the sea of philosophies, schemes, politics and stories made by the local population. Even if some shreds of the knowledge that the first generation of my copies passed down remained, they were at most just a bit of folk sayings, not taken seriously in the worlds now already entering the age of information.

In what seemed like just a short flash, the early civilisations reached their maturity. Some spread out to their solar systems, others throughout their galaxies. Only a few managed to reach the theorised fifth level on the Kardashev's scale, governing over entire local groups of galaxy clusters. But thankfully, no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find any omega type of civilisation, powerful enough to challenge my ultimate control over this universe.

But soon, even with the interventions of the descendants of my copies, all of those civilisations started to fall. While it instantly filled me with all the knowledge they ever gathered with the last line of my copies returning to the hive, it also meant that some level was impossible to break.

Even when the third generation born out of the remnants of the second wave reached the peak of its development, I was still stuck in the exact same place as I was before starting the entire thing. And then it dawned upon me. How could I expect the local life to be tough enough to find the answer to the question I could answer myself if they were given a handicap from the get-go?

The reason why I put and still controlled clones of myself in all the living worlds was to prevent the civilisations from vanishing. But now, with each of the new form of life benefitting from the knowledge of the previous ones, maybe I should reverse that trend?

Maybe what those worlds required to breed beings capable of shattering the shackles that held me in this world, wasn't a hero or a group of leaders.

Maybe what all those worlds needed, was the appearance of a villain?