The land was waking up.
The river flowed with spirit-water. The trees glowed with faint mana. The air was no longer still — it listened, as if aware of Kael's presence.
He stood atop a stone ledge overlooking a lush valley.
> [World Status Updated]
Civilization Level: 0 → 0.5
Population: None
Sentience Potential: Active
Recommendation: Seed First Race
Kael's Gift pulsed again — Upgrade Everything — but this time, it whispered something new.
> [Would you like to evolve life from ambient essence?]
He nodded. "Yes."
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From soil, magic, and ancient fragments of DNA left in the world's chaos, a new form began to take shape.
Humanoid. Flexible structure. Strong enough for survival, intelligent enough for growth.
> [Lifeform Created: Proto-Human]
[Status: Primitive | Intelligence: Developing | Loyalty: High]
One… two… then ten emerged — blinking under the sunlight, touching their faces, breathing for the first time.
They looked at Kael and bowed instinctively.
> "You're not just my people," Kael whispered. "You're my legacy."
He opened his system menu.
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> [Upgrade Options Available:]
Language System (None) → Rune-Based Speech
Combat Instinct (Low) → Basic Tribal Tactics
Resource Usage (Zero) → Stone Tools, Fire Creation
Social Structure (Random) → Obedient Hierarchy: [Kael = Apex Authority]
> "Upgrade all," he commanded.
Knowledge poured into them like fire through their minds. They stumbled, cried out… then stood taller.
One of them looked to the trees.
> "Food," she muttered.
Another built a fire. A third sharpened a stone.
They were already adapting.
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Across the multiverse, other players were trying to conquer their people.
Kael was evolving his.
And soon… he would teach them magic.
> "You are my first generation," he said softly. "The foundation of a world strong enough to survive gods."