The game I enjoyed playing was a strategy simulation set in the space age.
You set up a species and a nation, begin from a single star system, interact with other species, and while there was no separate ending, the goal was to make the nation you played prosper through various means. That kind of game.
As you play this game, a thought naturally occurs to you.
Space is vast, and there are truly countless species out there, but I’m supposed to laugh and get along with these hideous-looking life-forms? These slugs and mushroom-men want to immigrate to my planets?
Naturally, the course my nation took could only become a makgora with the fate of countless nations and species on the line.
The AIs received system bonuses and showed astonishing growth at incredible speed, but—
The galaxy’s greatest genius, one who blasphemes even the gods. As long as this body existed, in the end, they had no choice but to kneel before me. If those disgusting xeno bastards even had knees, that is.
I modified the mushroom-men’s genes and processed them into food. Just as shiitake mushrooms give off a pleasant aroma when grilled, I had no doubt the mushroom-men would as well. Of course, I’d never smelled them myself, so I didn’t know what they would actually taste like.
I ground up all the slugs and used them for biotechnology research. They made a great contribution to obtaining the technologies needed to make this universe clean. The slugs themselves probably departed this world feeling proud.
After conquering the entire galaxy like that and wrapping up the game, I started a new one, only to find “Earth” near my species’ home system.
When I played as humans, it would have been the capital of the Galactic Empire, the birthplace of the species, a holy land of the galaxy, and the most advanced planet in the entire universe.
Unfortunately, in this round my species was a predator and had nothing whatsoever to do with humans, so Earth, too, could only become a target of conquest.
On top of that, Earth in this round didn’t seem to have reached the interstellar age. It was still stuck in the atomic age, primitive as could be.
It would undoubtedly become excellent organic material for rapid early growth. I had to occupy it quickly before another competitor snatched it away.
And so I ordered the predator fleet to bombard Earth. The massive swarm of space monsters settled into Earth’s atmosphere, and just as the bombardment began—
Pew—
Kwakakakaboom!!
Something blew my room apart, and I ended up losing consciousness.