One day on Earth is equivalent to several years in another world.
Just as the two-legged creatures were growing up healthily, and I was about to take a nap, I saw the number of survivors gradually decreasing.
I was shocked.
They were fed and cared for so well, how did they die?
He looked in the mirror and thought, "Good heavens, I'm so bored. I feel like there's no hope in life. I can see the end from the beginning. I feel so bored that I killed myself."
This won't do, the Creator thought: Since life is too comfortable, let's bring about change.
Copying Earth's seasons and climate, isn't that interesting?
To this end, the Creator personally orchestrated a supernova explosion, bringing himself a star as his luminous body and a moon-like satellite as his nighttime luminous body.
Climate is the most difficult thing to control; for a novice like the Creator, it's like a blind man wading across a river.
Fortunately, the link with Earth was not completely severed before they went to learn from it, copying everything exactly, such as changes in orbital eccentricity, changes in the obliquity of the ecliptic, precession, cosmological-geophysical factors, etc., all of which were created out of thin air.
The climate was basically formed, but it was unstable in the early stages. Despite the drastic changes in the environment, the human population did not decrease but increased!
The Creator knew he had done the right thing, observed that everything was fine, and then went into hibernation. The energy that had been depleted by the previous frequent activity needed to be restored little by little.
From then on, spring turned to autumn, the sun and moon changed, the climate changed, and humankind, generation after generation, developed to a hundred times its original size after hundreds of years.
The children who remained at the beginning each occupied their own territory and established their own civilizations and tribes, and the tribes that lived nearby began to have initial exchanges.
As the number of people increases, the resources allocated to each person become less and less, and human nature is revealed at this moment—competition.
Not only did they have to fight, but they had to fight for a lot. The first war began, though it was small in scale, but countless people died. The winning tribe annexed the losing tribe and killed all of their men, women, and children.
The population has plummeted.
Wars are either once or countless times. Having tasted the benefits of war, the victorious tribes became dissatisfied and no longer thought about working hard to obtain food. For the first time in their history, they explored the outside world, hoping to find another tribe to support them.
When the Creator awoke, he saw that the number of people was still the same as before, and thought that only a moment had passed. But when he took out the mirror and looked again, he saw bloodied people fighting and was shocked again.
The Creator, not understanding human nature, searched through materials without knowing what to look for. Suddenly, He remembered the Outer God who had visited before, and before the connection to Earth was completely severed, He invited Him to provide guidance.
Xie Yin glanced at it and immediately offered a brilliant plan: "Take it."
He drew a wisp of black mist from his body and handed it to the Creator: "Throw it down."
The Creator was skeptical.
The black mist that was thrown down landed between the people fighting, and upon touching the ground, it transformed into a ferocious beast with sharp snouts and fangs, which pounced on both sides. The next second, blood splattered, and the torn limbs made a "crunching" sound in the beast's mouth.
After a brief moment of deathly silence, the first person to react screamed, "Monster! The monster is here!"
The two sides immediately stopped fighting. What was the point of fighting? They were about to lose their lives, so they hurriedly ran back to their tribe to spread the news.
The ferocious beast chased after the people, injuring another. The Creator looked at the Outer God and asked, "Is that enough?"
Xie Yin shook his head slightly, watching as everyone fled the tribe where they had lived for hundreds of years without intervening. The Creator now understood a saying on Earth: "It's easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away."
When they were chased to the brink of despair by the ferocious beast, with a sheer cliff hundreds of feet high behind them, the falling rocks under their feet could not be heard for a long time, which shows that they would die if they fell.
That's when the first person was forced to raise a spear and fight the ferocious beast with a death wish.
The beast was killed in one blow, and the man was also stunned.
The people behind him raised their arms and cheered: "Hero! You are a great hero!"
With everyone's encouragement, the hero single-handedly slew all the ferocious beasts and was elected to the tribal throne by the people.
From then on, the standard for the throne was that of the person who could kill all the ferocious beasts by himself. The hero died, but his spirit influenced generation after generation. The ferocious beasts persecuted people to death, but people rose up to fight for survival, and the population increased at a slow growth rate.
The Creator secretly admired it.
Xie Yin stretched out his hand: "Give me the remaining uo elements, and I'll teach you another trick."
The Creator readily agreed, handing over a golden light larger than a basketball, which displeased Xie Yin.
"You set it up so that the ferocious beasts only appear frequently in the summer, hibernate in the winter, are weak in the spring, and are lazy in the autumn. If the ferocious beasts become powerful in the future, you can ask the spirit creatures that protect humans to help you keep an eye on them, which will save you a lot of trouble."
This is the experience he summarized from raising children.
Starting from this year, ferocious beasts appeared out of nowhere and disrupted human life, giving all of humanity a common enemy. As a result, their spears were no longer aimed at their own kind, but their sharp knives were used to stab the ferocious beasts, and humanity lived in harmony.
After the ferocious beast died, it turned into a wisp of black mist and dissipated, only to gather again in the shadows. The ferocious beasts scattered in various places eventually formed a huge black cloud of mist. As time passed, it gradually developed intelligence and, just as Xie Yin had said, became a force to be reckoned with.
At this time, the Creator was in hibernation. The Tong and Deng tribes, as the few matriarchal societies, had the largest number of survivors and were very powerful.
Those who fled here found women, settled down, and had children.
As the number of people increased, the queen of the Tong tribe also became worried about this matter and went to the queen of the Deng tribe: "There are more and more ferocious beasts. Are our people going to sacrifice themselves innocently for those weak men? Let's drive them away."
The queen of the Deng tribe is twice the seniority and is over forty years old. She is more conservative and soft-minded: "But they have all married into the younger generation, and some are pregnant. It is not good to drive them away. It would be better to send more people to patrol."
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