When you're out and about, your identity and background are whatever you say they are.
He was now very glad he'd changed his username in time and narrowly dodged a disaster.
He really hadn't expected there were still a bunch of worlds out there wanting to beat him until he was on his knees, then drag him into a secret room for some hardcore "training."
Xue Dili had no idea what kind of thoughts were swirling around in these World Consciousnesses' POV.
After all, raising your own Guardian takes time and effort, and even when you finally raise one you might not be satisfied; but for many things, hiring the Interstellar Corps costs way too much, and then you just happen to run into a kid that's exactly your type…
It's like some pet-raising Pokémon-style game: all your own babies have trash qualifications and lousy stats, the ones with middling aptitude might not have the right mindset either, and you have no clue if dumping resources into them will pay off.
