1- Julian is North Korea ×1000

In a breathtaking, endless sea of stars and galaxies. An humanoid figure made of light suddenly appeared to form the body of a man in his early twenties. With black hair and blue eyes, the man could be considered somewhat handsome, his facial features only lacking in sharpness for him to become a stunner.

Curiously, but with a bored look and dull eyes, Julian inspected his surrounding.

His brows rising a bit despite himself at the scenery around him. Did he blow himself into space with his sacrifice now? Did aliens gathered the bits and pieces of himself and stitched them back together? Questions worthy of pondering they were surely, but not the one he should really ask himself right now.

"Where the fuck... am I?

finding the first interesting situation he was in for a long while now, Julian just decided to wait for something to happen.

And he was indeed right that something would happen. As with a burst of rainbow-colored light, a woman sitting on a giant throne made out of literal cosmos revealed herself before him.

The woman had extremelly long pink hair resting on the bottom step of her throne, with braids interweved here and there in them. her eyes were ever changing, sometime they were blue, sometime they were purple, sometime red.

Julian just stayed in place staring at her for a couple seconds, now he was pretty sure he knew what sort of shit was happening right now. But even then, he still kept the same face of "I don't give a shit just end me please" that he arrived with. After all, these sort of situations were not always a good thing.

"So, how we doing this, miss goddess of death or somethin?" Julian asked the unphased woman at his tone on the throne.

"Well, depend on you really. I'm here to judge you for the deeds you commited during your life. Then, we'll see what you deserve." The goddess calmly explained

Julian, a little surprised at the casualness of the godly being and how she just admited that she indeed was a god of death, took a breath. It was really happening then.

"Oh? So death and the afterlife are based on a karmic system? Who would have thought?" Julian muttered, semi-sarcasticaly.

The cosmic being just shrugged "You're being generalistic, it's just how it work around here and a couple of other places."

"Mmmh, ok." Was Julian only answer. He was sating that. But in his mind, he was wondering what the fuck she was talking about.

The embodiment of one of the many types of physical perfection smiled a little at his confusion, it seemed she had said these things on purpose. "Now, if you would let me, not that you have a choice, mind you. I will proceed to review your life with you. Only thing you should be made aware off before your judgment is that every sins will not go unpunished, and that every good deeds will not go unrewarded."

Then, with a flash of blinding light. Julian was reviewing every moments of his short life. To his absolute genius for research and technologies in general being discovered at 5 years old by his parents. To him creating his first ever revolutionary invention at 8 and finding possible permanent solutions for polution, global warming, famine and energy shortage. To attempting to put these solutions to use when he was 11, and being categorically put down by everyone because of greed, for those who wanted to steal his ideas. Because of disdain, for those who thought that there was no way for a brat to be better than them all. And finally, because of foolishness, for those who didn't even see these huge problems as problems at all, not believing in their existence or that they were worth the investment of being taken care of.

It was then that he realised that if he wanted to save people and possibly humanity, he had to save them from themselves, but strangely, he was feeling rather satisfied by the adversity he faced from the rest of the world. Right there and then, he decided to change his focus of the beneficial research he did for the rest of the world to weaponry and AI and sell them to the government of his country. Of course, he had installed a backdoor on each and every products that he created, each such products having an extremely advanced AI for their times installed in them. The AI had multiple functions such as an aiming aid, a formal prohibition to hurt civilian, and other useful options and safety restrictions for his own peace of mind.

At 15, his own country had instigated World War 3 and was winning by a large margin, even without allies, because of his weaponry and newly invented warbots. He was already the top scientist of his country by far, of course, he was menaced with extreme prejudice to give them his research and technology, even threatening his family with torture and death. But he was since long prepared for that, for the eventuality of it, he had created multiple portable devices that protected against all but the void of space, only for him and his family were these devices available. Nevertheless, an abduction attempt still happened. Needless to say, he had to make them know that they shouldn't have done that, so he showed them his new portable railgun. Ejecting a projectile so fast that it could travel multiple buildings before stopping, with a heat visor installed on it, the higher-ups were literally shiting temselves.

When he was 17, the war ended with a crushing victory for his country, seriously, the difference of power was way worse than when the spanishes had trashed South America. All the technologies he had invented and created were a couple decades ahead of the current time, and nobody could hope to reverse engineer them in the timeframe of the relatively short war. And when he say that the war had ended in a crushing victory, he mean it. The only option for the losing countries was total surrendering of their sovereignty at the threat of killing their upper echelons and replacing them with their own officials.

Yes, it was brutal and barbaric, and the war he had indirectly caused had possibly costed millions of lives. Even so, he was sure his AIs had kept the death tolls to a minimum. He wasn't an unfeeling individual. As such, he was very uncomfortable when they awarded him with medals for his legendary feats of genius and his timely inventions during the war.

When he was 18 and the reign of the new world power had stabilized a little with a somewhat smart gestion of new ressources, heavy compensation for the family of the deceased of the war, and propaganda about true world peace and a united front of humanity... He decided that it was time for him to get down to business. Without delay, from the comfort of his home, he activated the backdoor present in every AIs and weaponry of his creation, gaining direct control over 80% of the world current military force. The world government didn't even try to go against him, as if they knew that something like that would happen, one day. After all, he was already an intouchable individual before the war. Now, he was just totally out of reach.

He didn't change many things, he just finally put his old ideas and techs that were collecting dust since he decided to focus his research on arms to use. Global warming, pollution, replacing fossil fuels for renewable energy, famine, and even poverty to a point, were all dealt with for the foreseeable future in the next three years. Julian utilizing his robots to rapidly put his ideas at work.

It was after finishing his literally lifelong self imposed task that he took the time to watch the world around him, and he has to say that he was a little proud at the time, and still is. Prosperity was at an all time high with the majority of the funds previously used for the military diverted to other things like education or public services.

Humanity was even seriously setting their sight on space, but even with him as the acknowledged world leader, they wouldn't have his help this time. Only now he realized how mentally tired he was, how, at the young age of 21, his hands were more calloused than a farmer who had worked on the farm all his life. It was not really surprising with the mind numbing amount of tinkering, testing and manipulations of various materials he did with those hands.

He then decided that he deserved a break. So, not really having anybody to talk to besides his family, he went to them. Of course, as a filial son, he had drown his parents in money, luxury and gifts of all sort. They seemed happy with it but at the same time pretty awkward. At the beginning he found it funny, until he came to the realisation that they weren't awkward because of the gifts. No, they were awkward because of him, stiff and a little uncomfortable when he was talking to them. It was something relatively light. But it still made something shatter in his mind, the true phenomenal weight of his status as the leader of the entire world (of course without the responsabillities). That even his own parents, who didn't change their attitude toward him when was the leading scientist of the world power, would have finally fell against the pressure.

After an uncomfortable conversation that left him numb, he got the natural urge to just talk to someone about all of this.

And then, after a moment of thought, he came to a sad truth. That's right, he had no one to talk to, his social life was non-existent. It had to change, it was also right there that he remembered that he was also a virgin...

So in the next year, he made himself publicly available and travelled all across the world to meet new people, make friends and make his social life more interesting.

It was a disaster. Facades, fake smiles, hidden intentions and bootlickers was all he got. Sure, he should have expected it, but it was an eye opener how his statut denied him all genuine relationships. He tried, he really tried to make meaningfull talk and getting to know people, talking about hobbies, something he realised he didn't have, and about life and things they liked. Even then, they were always diverting the subject and didn't want to talk about anything personal.

So he just stop caring, and lost his v-card to a random goldigger, of course he checked for any ITSS, the sex really was ordinary, not that greater than with his right hand. At least one of them seemed satisfied, she got off 5 time, him one. She could have faked, but he wasn't sure if having an orgasm similar to having a seizure could be faked however. It seemed effectuing delicate manipulations with your hands and fingers and converting theoretical to practical all your life had its use. After drowning the girl in money like a prostitute after the act. He gave up and went back to his home.

Now 22, he decided to pick up a hobby to stop himself from tninking about his recent failure with people and research, and stumbled across animes when he was scrolling on the internet. He was immediatly hooked on them, there were multiple things that was speaking to him in them, the adventure the characters were living, the challenges to overcome again and again on their path and the genuine and simple friendship that was ever present in some of them. There was also the fact that the characters in them were almost always true to themselves, be it the good or the bad guys. The majority of the time, everyone wore their emotions on the palm of their hands, pretty rarely a character would purposefully put on a facade and make fake smiles.

Just these things were enough to hook him up pretty hard. However, the more he watched animes, the more he found that the real world was dull and boring. He lost interest in the rest of the world and stayed a couple of years watching animes, reading mangas, light novels and webnovels. Diversifying his source of entertainment, occasionally he would go on forums related to these his hobbies, making some friends online. He liked these sort of relationship, at least they were way better than when he tried to meet people face to face before.

But still, as his 25 anniversary came to pass, he found himself lacking in materials to watch or read, and just didn't really care anymore about life in general. Recently he had heard of a terrorist organization popping up and causing deaths by blowing themselves up in the middle of groups of people to offer them to the machine god or something, a sort of cult it seemed.

Creating an AI to oversee humanity and the army of robots in his place and making sure it wouldn't go wiping them up for whatever reason, he took his railgun and a plasma bomb. Did not even send a single look to his parents, who were watching him leaves trough the door with a complicated gaze, and made his way to the location he had detected their headquarter to be. He entered it and started shooting after everyone in his line of sight, his railgun tearing trough the wall of the building and the flesh of the terrorists like paper alike. The crazy cultist retaliating with their own prehistoric weapons (at least for him) and finding their bullets just stopping dead in their tracks against the electromagnetic shield around him. When there were no munitions left for his railgun and plenty of dessicated bodies on the floor, he took out a small metalic black, ball shaped device and pressed the pressure button on top of it at the same time than the security one on the back. Then, he just closed his eyes and waited while the remaining cultists were looking on confused as the monster decimating them just stopped and closed his eyes.

Then, with a bright flash of scorching light.

*ZWOOOOOOOOOOOM*

The headquarter was vaporized along with everything in it.