Felix was more than satisfied with their reactions.
That was all he needed—shock, awe, and belief. Whether his words were truly attainable didn't matter in the slightest. He bore no responsibility for what would come after.
What mattered was planting a dream.
A towering, radiant dream—one so ambitious it would force them to chase it with everything they had. Whether that dream was reachable or forever out of grasp was irrelevant. As long as they believed there was a path ahead, they would walk it.
And if they failed?
Then it would simply mean they were too small to comprehend the wisdom of a god—not that he had been feeding them nonsense.
In Felix's mind, wizards represented discipline.
They revered knowledge.
They obeyed laws.
They believed in equivalent exchange.
They sought truth with obsession.
That was exactly the kind of force he needed to reshape the world—a magic civilization rooted in logic, restraint, and inquiry.
After all, no path exists unless someone dares to walk it.
I'm only pointing the direction, Felix thought calmly. Whether they reach the end is none of my concern.
Medea suddenly spoke, her voice heavy with reverence.
"Great God of Wisdom, Hermes… how does the Hero King Gilgamesh compare to you?"
Felix paused.
Then he answered flatly, without arrogance or hesitation.
"Gilgamesh may possess the strength of a demigod… but in my eyes, he is nothing."
A suffocating silence followed.
Perched high in the trees, Felix—through the three-eyed crow—began his teachings.
He introduced fundamental meditation techniques from Earth, disguising them as sacred divine methods. Breathing, focus, visualization—simple things, wrapped in myth.
Then he shifted to alchemy.
Ancient theories. Elemental balance. Cryptic principles pulled straight from old human texts.
Whether this fledgling civilization could understand or apply any of it was irrelevant. His task was complete.
When the final lesson ended, Felix withdrew his consciousness.
The crow froze.
Then fell.
Snap.
Its body struck the ground.
Still, none of the women moved.
Reverence rooted them in place.
Only after a long while did Medea step forward, confirming what they already knew.
Hermes was gone.
"What an incomprehensible lifeform…" she whispered, eyes shining.
Clenching her fists, she murmured, "Of course. The God of Wisdom must be an abstract existence—one that can inhabit any vessel. Truth itself has no fixed form."
They returned to the tribe in a fever of excitement, immediately attempting the meditation techniques.
They also examined the crow's corpse.
What they found left them shaken.
Its anatomy was utterly alien. No known beast matched it. Every structure felt… wrong. As though it did not belong to this world at all.
"A being not of this earth," Medea whispered. "Did it descend from somewhere beyond?"
Even Circe, usually detached, joined the discussion.
"According to ancient records," she said slowly, "the Hero King once sent armies to explore the entire world. There should be no land left unknown…"
Their gazes drifted upward.
The sky.
The Great Flood had come from above.
Could there be another realm beyond the clouds? A floating continent? A divine domain where strange beings dwelled?
Perhaps… the Temple of Genesis itself?
Their imaginations spiraled into the unknown.
---
Back in reality, Felix removed his VR headset with a long sigh.
"It's finally over," he muttered. "I had to rehearse those lines so many times. Acting is exhausting. If I wasn't fighting for my life, I'd never do something this embarrassing."
He rubbed his temples.
The irony wasn't lost on him.
If Gilgamesh were the same size as him in reality, that so-called Hero King could probably crush him with a flick of a finger. Even the witches were already monsters compared to his frail body.
And yet—
He had to maintain the illusion.
Just thinking about it gave him a headache.
After a quick shower, Felix rebooted Spore Evolution.
Within minutes, the players flooded back in.
"F*cking dev! I'll find you and choke you to death!"
"You shut the game down without warning and brought it back just as suddenly?!"
"You're wasting my life, you lazy bastard!"
Despite the raging complaints, none of them logged out. Instead, they dove right back in, desperately evolving new species—for him.
Felix ignored them.
He was a benevolent Creator suffering from terminal cancer, after all.
"I'm building a civilization in a sandbox to save my own life," he murmured. "Who else can say that?"
Still… this wouldn't be easy.
Modern medicine had failed him. So he turned to ancient paths instead.
Of the three disciplines, his true hope lay in Alchemy—the one that might someday create a potion capable of curing his illness.
But alchemy was the least reliable. Pure myth.
Meditation and Magic, however, were different.
Breathing techniques. Visualization. Mental focus.
These were real.
If their civilization refined them far enough, a true magical system might emerge.
And from that… miracles.
"All the preparations are done," Felix said quietly. "Now let's see what you do with them."
He sighed again.
If only there were more supernatural creatures like the Evil Eye. More danger. More inspiration.
Instead—
"These players are so damn lazy," he grumbled. "All they do is scheme about trolling me."
"Bastards… I really need to squeeze more productivity out of you."
Just then, a voice rang out from the gate.
"Felix! You promised you'd come to the class reunion. Get ready—we're leaving!" Ellie shouted.
Felix blinked.
He didn't resist.
After changing into clean clothes, he stepped out.
---
Meanwhile, inside the sandbox world—
"F*ck! The giant's coming! Earthquake!"
"Fall back! He's stomping again!"
"Haha! I've got six legs—I just need to be faster than you!"
"You're evil! Next time I'll evolve eight legs—we'll see who laughs then!"
Tiny creatures scattered in panic, scrambling like ants beneath a careless footstep.
After all—
They had only just crawled onto land.
And survival had already become a war.