‘I didn't expect them to build a village on their own,’ Eve thought, his steps light and his chest beating warmly.

Underneath the tree were tall houses made of wood, sticks, mud, and leaves. They looked crude, but it had its own simple charm.

‘I only had them reinforce the base and start setting up a camp,’ Eve smiled, puffing his chest out. Although commanding clay soldiers from a distance was difficult, he can still send simple orders.

“Good work, all of you,” he laughed, wandering about the path his soldiers made. Even though his clay soldiers were half his size, they built everything so that if he chose to enter one of the houses, he wouldn't have to bend his back.

‘What considerate fellows,’ he chuckled, feeling hesitant all of a sudden. Looking around him, he was met with kneeling clay soldiers as he passed them by. Seeing that made him let go of his worries. ‘Loyalty…’

A glimmer shone through his clay eyes, and he couldn't help but look at the skies. Snickering, he spoke, “Today, I'm satisfied with your work.”

He turned, gazing at all the clay soldiers he could see. He already told his army to gather around him, and though he couldn't see all 40 thousand of them, he knew they were listening.

“Unfortunately, we must leave this place behind,” Eve sighed. “Let's go, onward to our next home!”

With his words, none of the clay soldiers peeped a protest, none of them even hesitated. Already knowing this would happen, Eve sighed. ‘It’d be nice if one of them spoke up,’ he shook his head inwardly.

Alas, none of the clay soldiers could talk yet.

Traversing the forest was a simple task for his army of butchers, and behind them was a trail of bloodshed. Most insects left them behind, but some curious centipedes were dismembered by them. On the other hand, the small animals in the forest couldn't understand the meaning of “caution.”

By the time they arrived at the heart of the forest, Eve couldn't remember how many birds, lizards, and snakes they had killed and eaten. Looking down, there was still a fresh chunk of lizard meat on his hand. ‘I suppose curiosity is an inherent trait of intelligent beings.’

Smirking, his clay hand started to morph, engulfing the chunk of lizard meat. Watching with a curious gaze, his forearm bulged as the meat was pushed through it, and as it traveled all the way to his shoulder and back down his abdomen, his body bloated like a snake that ate a big mouse.

Finally, a stream of warm energy started coursing through his veins. ‘It’s not Primal Energy, unfortunately, but something close. Maybe the initial stage of Primal Energy,’ he mused, but shook his head.

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“We're here,” he said, stopping before a small clearing in the forest. To them, though, it was sizable.

“Cutting trees is impossible for now, but clear out the plants on the ground. Build around the trees, and use nature as a barrier,” Eve said and turned around, facing his army.

“Two thousand will follow me,” Eve nodded and seeing Lucky staring at him, he nodded at him as well.

“Let's go, the vast plain awaits us.”

+

As they had already scouted the forest, leaving it was no hard task, though time consuming. Eve felt no need to rush, yet he still traveled at a brisk pace, running and resting throughout twenty-four hours of the day.

“Finally out,” shielding his eyes with his arm, the sun bathed them with its fresh beams of light as it climbed over the mountains, hiding behind rocks and thin strips of clouds.

“Let's go,” with two thousand waiting for his words, he ran into the distance as though chasing after the morning sun.

Very quickly, however, they were met with a blockade of men, humans.

‘Did we arrive in the primitive era of mankind?’ Eve frowned. ‘There’s no way, with gods intervening, humans should've entered the medieval period without any hiccups.’

However, looking at the group of men wearing barely anything to cover their bodies and wielding massive wooden clubs, his doubts couldn't be shattered.

‘Let’s watch,’ Eve told his soldiers to crouch down. They had no cover apart from the grass, and with each of them being so small, they looked like tiny rocks scattered about.

The group of men numbered only a few dozen, and they were huddled together, as though discussing something. Looking past them, Eve finally realized what was going on.

‘They must be robbing someone,’ he chuckled. ‘Barbarians.’

Behind the group of men was a small, dilapidated tent. He didn't know who in their right mind would set up a tent in the middle of the plain. ‘Well, the forest isn't that far behind,’ he sighed. His army traveled for a day in the vast plain, but he often forgot to take their size into the picture.

‘Boring, let's leave,’ he stood up, his army mimicking him when all of a sudden—

“UGH!” A man bursts through the tent. He was wearing a tattered black cloak, and his face looked like a mummy with a rough beard growing around his mouth. His messy hair that was riddled with soil didn't help him look pretty.

“Damned brutes, how dare you!” The man took out a dagger, rushing at one of the barbarians.

‘What’s he thinking?’ Eve nearly laughed. The man looked frail, his strips of muscles hugging his bones in desperation, and his eyes looked like they were about to fall off his face. On the other hand, the barbarians not only outnumbered him, their bodies were full of meat and they each had massive clubs.

Yet, the man had no hesitation at all.

‘Is he hiding something?’ Eve felt excited at the thought. Crouching back down, he watched as the man rapidly closed in on the barbarians, who roared in anger and raised their clubs.

“Take thi—AGH?!”

One of the barbarians swung his wooden club, striking the man right on the side of his chest. The man flew back like a kite, coughing up blood as he tried to stand.

“You—ugh, you brutes, how dare you,” the man whimpered out.

‘That’s it?’ Eve frowned. ‘What a joke,’ he scowled and turned to his army. ‘Let’s leave—’

“You'll pay! [Dark Arts: Sin Burial].”

Suddenly, with his back turned toward the man, he felt a sinister aura wrap around his body. Turning around, he saw the barbarians struggling on the ground, all thirty plus of them clutching their heads as blood gushed out of their mouths like a broken water pipe. Not long after, all the barbarians died from blood loss.

“Ha…” The man wheezed out, standing up while clutching his heavily bruised chest. Eve only saw it now, but he wasn't wearing a shirt under his cloak, though he thankfully wore a pair of pants.

“Magic,” Eve whispered. “Dark Magic.”

The man turned abruptly— “Who's there?!” He yelled, raising his dagger on to wince, his whole body shuddering in pain as he let go of his weapon.

“He heard me?” Eve was dumbfounded.

“Yes, now—ha…! Come out, coward,” the man gasped, blood oozing out of his mouth.

Eve remained silent.

‘Should I kill him?’ He knew the answer, it was a resounding yes. Even his clay soldiers thought so, they already had their spears at the ready.

‘But Dark Magic… He worships a Demon God,’ Eve felt his mind running cold. Gods and demon gods were the same, except for the fact that demon gods can't manifest avatars. In essence, all gods can become demon gods, all they have to do is kill and absorb the divinity of another God.

“Human,” Eve yelled. “What do you think of gods?”