A bunch of ass-kissers.
But Felix liked them.
He smiled faintly.
There were only fifty slots available. Naturally, demand far exceeded supply.
Back when he was still a student at a prestigious university, Felix had poured in relentless effort just to survive. He had talent, sure—but at his core, he was still a rural kid who clawed his way up step by step. Back then, there was no time for games. And even now, he remained strict.
"You don't even understand evolutionary theory, and you want to play a god-tier simulation?" he muttered coldly.
Fine.
Let the world feel his pain.
He wasn't the same man anymore. Gone were the days of quietly watching players do whatever they pleased. If they wanted to enter his game, they had to earn it—through effort, competition, and intellect. For his sake, they would struggle, grow, and be filtered.
"Let's see what level these people are at."
Felix leaned back in his chair and opened the first submission. As the hidden Great Creator, it was time to review the qualifications of his future "employees."
The title alone made his eyelid twitch.
An Organism with the Structure of a J-20 Fighter Jet: Evolving Birds with Hollow Bones
The paper was nearly ten thousand words long.
Detailed diagrams. Evolutionary pathways. DNA sequence hypotheses. Citations from classical and modern biology texts.
It was… terrifying.
Absolutely terrifying.
Felix swallowed.
How long had these people studied to produce something like this? The terminology alone was dense enough to make his head spin. He could barely keep up.
And that was just the first one.
He opened the next email.
Analyzing the Bioelectric Structure of Electric Eels to Evolve Lightning Birds
Even longer. Even more detailed.
"These people are insane," Felix muttered. "They're a hundred times more dedicated than I ever was in college."
He remembered staying up late, barely scraping together reports for professors. But these people weren't just playing a game.
They were designing worlds.
Felix quickly gave up on personally reviewing them. The content went far beyond what he cared to analyze, so he handed the screening over to the Hive Mind.
Plagiarism didn't matter.
If they didn't truly understand evolution, they'd be eliminated soon enough.
This was survival of the fittest.
"Looks like the Genesis Sandbox is finally on the right track."
He turned his gaze toward the miniature world in the courtyard.
"Work hard. Don't let someone else steal your slot."
Inside the sandbox, countless tiny lifeforms struggled, competed, and evolved—racing against time for survival and recognition.
By tomorrow morning, the screening would end.
A new phase would begin.
Felix was satisfied. Then his attention shifted to the real focus—the large sandbox world.
He had introduced divine knowledge just over a day ago. For them, centuries had already passed.
Civilization had taken shape.
The Babylonian Tribe had entered a golden age.
The witches who once clashed violently at the sacred pool of Ameya had buried the hatchet after the appearance of the God of Wisdom, Hermes. With divine guidance and a vision of a brighter future, the three witches devoted themselves to study.
Longevity. Immortality. The Three Great Disciplines.
Alchemy. Meditation. Magic.
In the 36th year of Babylon, they fully mastered Meditation. Their spiritual power surged, and together they authored a foundational scripture:
A Beginner's Guide to Meditation and Magic
It was shared only among the most promising witches.
Tension between them gradually faded.
Circe—once consumed by lustful and cruel rituals—was restrained by Medea and Cassandra. On the surface, she abandoned her excesses and embraced orthodoxy.
At least, that was how it seemed.
In the 47th year of Babylon, catastrophe struck.
A colossal beast—Baboko—descended upon the tribe.
The witches fought desperately. On the brink of death, Medea achieved enlightenment and created a terrifying spell:
Heaven's Hammer.
Compressed air formed a colossal warhammer that crashed down from the sky, flattening the forest and annihilating the beast in a single blow.
From that day on, Medea was known as the Witch of Glory.
That same year, Cassandra devised Nectar of Spring, a powerful healing potion.
The following year, Circe reached her own breakthrough.
Her spell was darker.
Cursed Doll.
By the 57th year, magic flourished. The three witches refined their systems. Meditation and spellcasting matured—but Alchemy remained stagnant.
The tribe grew into more than ten clans, producing over thirty powerful witches.
In the 103rd year of Babylon, the trio compiled a grand tome:
The Occult Gate of Truth.
Seventeen spells bound into a single volume.
Armed with staves and sorcery, they hunted the land's fearsome beasts, leaving nothing but wails and bloodshed in their wake.
By the 139th year, the nation of Babylon was officially founded. The witches ruled together, ushering in an age of splendor.
But peace was short-lived.
Only a year later, blood stained the palace halls.
Circe rebelled.
Alone, she held off Medea and Cassandra before fleeing with her followers to distant lands, founding a new sect:
The Thorned Rose.
Babylon fell into chaos.
Felix stood on his chair, binoculars in hand, observing the miniature world.
"So much happened while I wasn't paying attention," he sighed.
Then he laughed softly.
"I knew it. Meditation was too rigid for Circe. She only pretended to submit."
Behind the others' backs, Circe had pursued her own forbidden research. The Hive Mind had recorded everything.
She had captured several Evil Eyes—bizarre creatures with psychic abilities—and used them to satisfy her twisted desires.
Felix stared.
"…Tentacles? Seriously?"
From those depraved experiments, Circe developed a radical cultivation method that surpassed orthodox meditation. In Felix's eyes, she had effectively become a succubus.
Years of secret practice strengthened her spirit, allowing her to corrupt other witches. They abandoned discipline and became Fallen Witches.
The moment Babylon was founded, Circe snapped.
She wanted real men again.
Disappearances followed.
Investigations began.
The truth was uncovered.
War was inevitable.
Felix didn't dwell on the drama. His focus remained on progress.
"Meditation and Magic are advancing… but Alchemy is still lagging."
He felt impatient—but rushing would only ruin things.
He exhaled slowly.
"They've already opened the path," he murmured. "Then maybe… it's time I walk it myself."
Leaning back, amused, he issued a command.
"Hive Mind. Assimilate the Evil Eye gene. I want it as my first."
Felix's eyes gleamed.
"I'm going to become a wizard."