1 Prologue

God was watching the earth and doing their normal activities; they would turn the storms, lava eruptions, and typhoons on and off. Furthermore, whenever a baby was born they would see a list of attributes, things like "intelligence", "raw power", and "memory".

It wasn't always like that, but ever since humans invented the idea of stat distributions in their video games, God had to admit it was a much better way to display the whole concept. Instead of giving vague descriptions about how the new baby should be, now they could just set a random number of stat points according to their mood and then distribute them between the stats.

They could just let genetics work on their own in a natural process, but customizing the humans was more interesting.

This quantified method was much more convenient. For example, their favorite singer just released a new song, and it was pretty neat. At the same time, a really beautiful cheetah on the verge of extinction gave birth successfully. Overall, God was in a great mood, so they decided to assign 300 points to the next baby born, double the usual amount.

God gave that baby plenty of charm points, making him beautiful and charming. They even added good-voice stats in honor of the new song. They were just as generous with intelligence and grace. Overall, the baby will be a very successful human when he grows as long as his parents provide him with a good education and opportunities.

Although it might sound troublesome, it wasn't really. God was omnipresent and omniscient, so even if hundreds of babies were born at the same time, God didn't really have a problem distributing stats to all of them.

They decided to watch again one of their favorite humans. It was a young girl, 16 years old, who was as pure as an angel. She was kind to everyone around her, she never got angry, and she always showed a smile to the people who approached her.

To God's dread, one of her girl friends was being naughty. Tempted by that friend, she lifted merchandise from a shop and ran away, giggling all the way out and beyond. It was the first action that marked the girl's corruption.

"No, no! She was so pure, why did this stupid girl have to corrupt her mind too?"

Without paying attention to their own action, God was just giving attributes to a newborn randomly, spending all of the attribute points on a single stat – memory.

"Oh, no! That baby was sent to the world with poor health, power, intelligence, and charm! Everything was low except for his memory!" But it only took them one second to shrug. "Oh well, accidents happen."

God watched the new baby and forgot all about the girl. After all, every human sinned every now and then.

The newborn was named Ken, and he was born into a good family. At first, nobody noticed anything wrong. But slowly the problems emerged to the surface. The baby was stupid, to say the least. He was weak and ugly. He grew up to be a sickly boy who took a long time to understand anything.

However, he had one special feature; his memory was completely perfect. He was diagnosed with Hyperthymesia, eidetic memory, and Savant Syndrome. He was regarded as a mnemonist as well.

Basically, Ken had all types of perfect memory. He was doing great at school in studies that required only memory as Languages, History, and Literature. But he was doing horribly in Math and things that required understanding.

His family wasn't impressed. They just paid for his tuition but never asked him anything or intervened in his life. He went through bullying and abuse for his ugliness and stupidity, and he remembered everything as if it had all happened a moment ago because of his memory. Even his memory turned into a curse.

"I messed up with this one. unfortunately, I made the rule not to change stats after distributing them and swore to keep it after I made a mess by changing my mind a few times and causing a war a few centuries ago. I will make it up for him after his death."

Ken grew up and made a friend in school. In fact, that was the first and last time he'd ever made a friend. His friend, Leo, was extremely smart, but due to his poor emotional intelligence, he couldn't make friends either. Thus, the two made a great pair of friends.

"He doesn't have much time left. His health deteriorates every day, and he will probably die in a few years."

God would give a quick look to make sure everything was ok and then go back right after to watch their favorite series or play some video games. They had to give it to the humanity of the modern age; the culture was great, and the entertainment was endless. There was some madness out there, but overall, it was far better than before.

Time passed, and one day, when Ken was 19 years old, his brain went through a stroke. He collapsed and died on the spot.

"Let's grant him a wish for his next life."

God decided on proper compensation and summoned Ken's soul to him instead of letting it dissipate like normal.

"Hello Ken, I decided to grant you one wish for your next life, what would it be? I can send you to a world of magic with a system, or a cultivation world with a grandpa in a ring to guide you in your journey to eternity."

God suggested a few options they liked from anime and novels they consumed. God knew Ken's intelligence was low and might not know what was best for him, so they decided to offer a few good options.

"I wish to have the highest intelligence possible, an intelligence that would allow me to perceive and thoroughly understand to the fullest everything I see, even if I see it only superficially and only once, including strong points, weak points, and how to overcome them."

God metaphorically gaped at the request.

"Are you sure? A system would allow you to advance easily. How about having both a grandpa and a system?"

That request was way too much!

"I'm sure."

"Ok, then I will just increase your intelligence to a few times above the average."

"Oh wait, you know what could be a great wish?"

"Don't just repeat-"

"I wish to have the highest-"

"FINE!"

Ken just repeated the same words, and God was obliged to fulfill them, sending the soul into a baby of the cultivation world.

"Ken... I've calculated your path. I only hope you can live up to my expectations," God muttered to themselves. After all, can an omnipotent hand slip?

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