Soon after accepting the prompt, a dispy with information appeared.

  Though Tara was not an avid video game pyer, she found that the system resembled the games her sister loved.

  The design was iional, and the so-called Progenitor of Evolutions shortly revealed it.

  [Greetihling, as told, I am the great Progenitor of Evolution, an immortal that has whisked you away from death.]

  Not g in having a god-plex, Tara thought.

  Deg to skip the lines of text of the immortal praising himself, she finally reached what she was searg for.

  [Now, seeing you are reading this, you have passed the first test. gratutions on not having an untimely death. You already passed many of your predecessors. Yet I’m sure you’re already thinking, what is this Magnifit Immortal’s goal?]

  Well, yes, it hit the nail on the head there, genius though more like ‘Magnifit Arsehole’.

  [Haha. I'm sure you’re already thinking, how someone so imperfect as me help someone so perfect like you? Well, that's simple; the problem is despite my glorious power, I am at a point of stagnation. Millions of years have gone by since I st progressed. I have spent most of that time searg for solutions, and it was all for nought until I stumbled on your primitive p.]

  Less of the in story: you expin why this is relevant? Tara thought.

  [Now, to see a world utterly devoid of Qi was something. Your world is by no means unique, and there are more ‘null worlds’ as we call them, though yours was by far the most successful. Humans are not an unon species in the universe; your kind is plentiful, yet the innovations and creativity of Earth have opened my eyes. A digital ptform where mortals try to expin immortality, it was the most hirious sight I witnessed. At first, I just read through your ‘cultivation stories’ and experienced yames merely for amusement. Yet the more I browsed these tales, the more I saw iy. Of course, there lenty of stupidity, but fog on yood points, you mere mortals influenced my domain.]

  Reading the st line of text, she found a pause that the Progenitor of Evolutions likely inteo use for dramatic effebsp;

  [Now, your primitive brains likely do not uand the gravity of this, but for a mortal to influence a progenitor domain is viewed as a myth. I have been alive for billions of years. As an immortal progenitor of my domain, I instantly grasp every innovation and spark of creation that another has through this domain. I have never gained insight from your world before because since you belong to a null world, you are cut off entirely from domains and cultivation.]

  Already beginning to grasp where this was going, she tinued.

  [I first attempted to terraform your world into ohat held Qi, yet this soon failed. I realised a formation sapping the Qi from your world resent, ae my power, it was beyond me. I knew another progenitor must be involved, so I went and found the stro o first, he dismissed me, doubting my greatness, but eventually, he was ied when I described your world. With him present to officiate it, he went and saw your world for himself, yet in his great wisdom, he ged his mind on terraf your p. Yet, the solution he came up with was one you're all familiar with. Now, you're probably thinking, why am I telling you all this?]

  Tara, who had long grown bored of the monologue, nodded her lizard-like head.

  [Well, iupidly low ce you bee an immortal. As by the accords, I extracted your souls against your will pletely ethically.]

  Even as an {Iron Samander} now, she rolled her eyes.

  Now that she has discovered the ridiculous reason she was reborn as a samander, she expins the system.

  [You are probably aware of the interfa your mind by now. In a moment of brilliance, I have taken inspiration from your world, and it turns out that throwing a bunch of earthlings without any text into a magical beast body is a disaster. Of course, some mao make something of themselves, but this was short-lived; that was when, after a fsh of insight, I came up with the idea to ie a levelling system focused on innovating for my domain. I call it the ‘Evolution System’ since a seed of my domain has been impnted into your souls. None of you didates are unique, and each has a simir system once born.]

  Realising there were others such as her in this mess, she shook her head in annoya this egomaniac immortal.

  However, she still read further to get a better uanding.

  [Now, this ‘system’ is a mere struy own making. To be selected, your soul is unique and suited to my domain; it means you have the potential to have a talent in the domain of evolution, as only mortals with an affinity could a seed of miransphink of this ‘system’ like an AI with programmed responses; it only has specifis, and ohis message ends, don't expect to be able to ask about everything. The ‘system’ will enable you to influence your race traits and cultivation and cause mutations hidden away in yehese things are under my domain; though you may get used to the system's ability to ‘power level’ early on, this path will fail. The ‘system’ is stantly evolving with you; at the moment, it has opened up the domain of evolution to you very early as most cultivators don't unlock a domain until ter o progressing to ter stages and improving yourself will eventually require your insight, and this is where you will be most valuable.]

  She then noticed a final paragraph at the end of the introdu.

  [And remember, remain stagnant at your peril. You despise me, be full of hatred with me grabbing you out of your peaceful little world, but you're not oh anymore. Failing tress means stantly surviving against those who want to crush you. Only strength give you the life you desire, as there is no such thing as pea this world. There have been many like you who have failed to adapt, believing their so-called fellow ‘humans’ would emphasise. Not one is still alive; the system has dulled your stupid emotions, but this will wear off eventually, so remember, the world doesn't stay still for you.]

  With the system message ending with su excerpt, only ohought filled Tara’s mind.

  What an absolute dick.