The great flood descended from the heavens like a white curtain of death—a cascading wall that swallowed mountains, rivers, and the very breath of the earth beneath its roaring tide.
"What terrifying might…"
"To drown the world in a single moment…"
On the deck of the ark, nobles and merchants stood beside paupers and slaves. All distinctions had vanished. They stared in stunned silence, hearts trembling as the world was erased before their eyes.
They were the survivors.
The virtuous.
Or at least, those fortunate enough to be spared.
Surely this flood was God's judgment—washing away savagery, cruelty, and sin. The wicked would be buried beneath the waves, and the righteous would inherit what remained.
> The Great Flood marked the day of Armageddon.
On this final day, Utnapishtim and his people—the last sons of Sumer—endured the end of the age upon the ark.
In a quiet corner of the vessel, an old historian collapsed to his knees. His quill slipped from numb fingers, clattering softly against the deck.
"God created all under heaven and earth…"
"Such terrifying power…"
His name was Akkad.
His hands shook violently. Tears blurred his aged eyes. After a long moment, he forced himself to stand, dipped his quill into ink, and began to write once more.
The Epic of Genesis would end here—with what he believed to be divine revelation.
> On the first day, God said, "Let there be light," and there was light.
He separated light from darkness, calling the light Day and the darkness Night.
On the second day, God said, "Let there be a firmament amidst the waters," and thus Heaven was formed.
On the third day, He gathered the waters and revealed dry land.
He named the land Earth, and the waters Seas.
On the fourth day, God placed lights in the heavens—the sun and the moon—
to divide day from night, each ruling for fifty years in turn.
The fifth day…
The sixth day…
And on the seventh day, when heaven and earth were complete,
God rested and blessed His creation.
Centuries later, Akkad's words would be revered as sacred scripture.
People believed that, in the final moments of the flood, God Himself had spoken to mankind—revealing how the world had been shaped.
But did God truly lower Himself to explain creation to mortals?
People believe what they wish to believe.
Thus, the seventh day became holy—a tradition born from myth, misunderstanding, or perhaps desperate hope.
…
The flood continued.
Temples and towers crumbled like sandcastles. The once-glorious Sumerian civilization vanished beneath the endless sea, leaving no trace behind.
Far above, inside a humble wooden shed, Felix calmly shut off the high-pressure water gun. He placed it back on the shelf, the echo of roaring water still lingering in his ears.
"It's a clean slate now."
The Bugapes had nearly driven the ecosystem to collapse. Felix had preserved a pair from each species—just enough to restart the cycle.
The world would recover.
It always did.
"Maybe after nearly wiping themselves out," he murmured, "they'll finally learn restraint."
The Hive Mind stirred.
"Even without intervention, they would have destroyed themselves. They were already exterminating all other species and breaking the balance. Your decision was correct."
Felix exhaled slowly. "I'm not that soft. I don't need comforting."
"As the Tyranis Queen, cycles of death and rebirth are something you must accept."
"I'm a man. Not a Tyranis Queen," Felix muttered.
"And yet all life in this sandbox originates from your spores," the Hive Mind replied coolly.
"Enough," Felix snapped. "Family planning is important, okay?"
He sat at the edge of the yard, peeling an orange, biting into it lazily, flicking the seeds onto the grass.
"I should head into town tomorrow. Buy some fruit."
Reaching for the black notebook he hadn't opened in a while, he flipped past its worn pages.
"This marks the age of great beasts," he muttered. "I was going to call it the Behemoth Age—like Earth's Cretaceous. But since the Sumerians named it…"
He paused, then nodded.
"Age of Genesis it is."
On Earth, the Cretaceous ended with a falling star.
Here, the flood was the divine eraser.
He turned to the fourth page—past the Dark Age, Radiant Age, and Revival Age—and carefully wrote:
Age of Genesis
Then he summarized:
> In the Age of Genesis, the first intelligent species emerged.
The Bugapes established city-states, overthrew the beasts, and ruled the world.
But they were cruel and violent.
To end their tyranny, the heavens sent a flood.
Thus came the third extinction event, erasing ninety-nine percent of all life.
Finished, Felix closed the notebook and went to sleep.
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The next morning, as he washed his face, something felt… different.
An unfamiliar energy stirred within his limbs.
"This feeling…"
He stared at his reflection.
He had grown taller—now 1.83 meters. His features had sharpened, refined into an enigmatic beauty. Clothed, he appeared lean and elegant. Unclothed, his body was solid and sculpted, like a Greek statue.
"Muscular when undressed. Slim when dressed."
Felix smirked.
He was no longer just an observer.
He clenched his fist.
Power surged—dense, explosive, restrained.
"My gains this time are far greater than before," he murmured.
"I feel like a world-class athlete…"
His eyes gleamed.
"My physical condition… has reached an entirely new level."