For people in this era, God remains an unattainable being.

These humans, created directly by the gods, were unaware that...

What lies hidden deep within that mysterious starry sky above them?

Currently, no one can bring them fire, teach them hunting skills, or bestow upon them the most basic civilization and wisdom.

These humans, at most, can be said to have been born, but no one has raised them.

Even the instinct to reproduce is nothing more than a primitive instinct, like that of a wild beast.

Victor enjoyed observing the development of these humans, even though their progress was exceptionally slow.

Watching them create rudimentary weapons and tools with only their bare hands,

Seeing them gradually learn to unite, many began hunting in groups, ensuring each other's safety.

Watching them finally build a basic shelter from the wind using haystacks.

Victor did not interfere too much in the lives of these humans, even though he had many ways in mind to enable them to evolve rapidly.

Although he himself was not sure where these memories came from.

Just like naming chaos, or naming the gods.

He knew the meaning behind the names of these gods.

But he didn't know his origins, or even where he came from or where he was going.

He knew nothing even about the origin of these memories.

These memories seem as natural as if they were innate.

Ultimately, he decided to give up on delving into these unknowable answers and instead go out and see the world.

Harboring the long-held desire to leave, he asked the goddess of nature for the first human being she had created in the world.

At the same time, he gave himself a name that was not that of a god, but possessed power surpassing that of gods—

'winner'.

Viktor always remembered that since he had given the name of a god like Chaos, he should naturally be above them.

This name alone is enough to place him above all the gods.

He is not a god, but even gods are not as good as him.

Time flew by, but Viktor wasn't bored.

It's much easier than staying in that chaos for who knows how many millennia.

Chaos and his people spent far too long creating this world.

If you include the rebellious children of the goddess of nature, who overthrew and recreated the world, the process would have taken even longer.

All things considered, human birth and development have actually not gone through many generations.

Viktor was waiting and wondering when these humans would develop their own civilization.

The world was suddenly thrown into turmoil.

Calamities never work quietly; from the moment they were created, they were destined to have only a single nature and thought.

In their view, the only person worthy of respect is their mother, the goddess of nature.

But once the goddess of nature is gone, these calamities will have to argue about who is the boss.

Therefore, after the goddess of nature repaired the world, she retired and no longer managed everything in the world.

The calamities began to stir again.

They were inherently at odds with each other, especially the Calamity of Fire, which was the most restless of the calamities.

Why did Mother grant her other brothers the ability to fly through the sky, but exclude them from it?

Is it simply because it carries something that its mother cherishes?

So it lost its freedom and could no longer soar freely in the blue sky?

Whenever he saw his brothers flying freely in the sky, the Calamity of Fire felt as if they were deliberately mocking his clumsiness.

Initially, the Calamity of Fire was merely a slight anger in his heart, which he could barely suppress.

But as it witnessed those enormous figures soaring through the sky each day, its resentment and anger gradually accumulated.

Finally, one day,

It was furious.

On that day, the volcano erupted in fury, spewing lava straight into the sky.

Scattered meteorites and streaks of fire ignited the forest, and the intense heat scorched the soil.

A fierce flame plunged into the ocean, causing large areas of water to boil.

Not only that, but the air within a hundred miles of it became unbearably hot.

Any creature that approaches the range of the wrath of the fire calamity will have its body drained of moisture and turned into charcoal within half a second.

Thick volcanic ash slowly rose into the sky, blackening large swaths of clouds, and the storm became scorching hot, like flowing death.

The calamity of fire will show them who the true boss of all calamities is.

In this disaster, almost all living things within a radius of a hundred miles were reduced to ashes.

The first calamity that defied the order triggered a chain reaction, and other calamities naturally followed suit.

They completely tore away their last pretense and began attacking each other recklessly.

At the same time, they were also very careful.

Fearing that disturbing his mother again would bring even harsher punishment.

But they are, after all, calamities.

Even what they perceive as minor conflicts are nothing short of terrible natural disasters in the eyes of humans.

However, the calamities do not care about those humans who were also created by the mother.

In their eyes, the whole world is their territory.

The spirit of mountains and rivers, the wind, clouds, water, and fire—which of these wasn't created by them?

Since they possess the power to create, they believe they also have the right to destroy.

Therefore, in an instant, various natural disasters converged in one place, bringing profound suffering to the entire world.

The flood roared, lava rolled, and lightning cleaved the sky.

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