Xu Zhi returned to the house and entered the kitchen to boil water. He was thirsty and wanted a cup of tea. The spark of civilization had already been ignited.

This ape-like creature with thick fur all over its body, resembling more of a Western race, was named Gilgamesh, after the mythical king of the West. It was evident that Xu Zhi held high hopes for him. Even during the trial tube stage of these species, they were unable to accept the second gene – termite gene – but Xu Zhi had given it to him, indicating his great expectations.

Whether Gilgamesh could truly rise depended on himself.

Next, Xu Zhi behaved quite comfortably, sitting on the doorstep with his legs crossed, watching the various scenes in the courtyard. "I've cleared a hundred acres of land to build a sandbox, but there are still over ten acres of scraps left. Should I clear the weeds there too?"

After thinking about it, Xu Zhi decided to do it, even though he had not thought about what to do with the remaining land.

Dong, dong, dong!

Soon after, there was a knocking at the door. Xu Zhi, shirtless and holding a hoe, opened the door. Outside was Chen Xi, carrying a pile of food and looking at him curiously, peering into the courtyard. "Oh? You're farming?"

"Yes, just practicing and exercising," Xu Zhi wiped his sweat with a towel. She couldn't see everything in the sandbox and assumed he was farming.

"Shocking!! It turns out that a high-achieving foreign company graduate resigned from a high-paying job with an annual salary of tens of thousands due to a terminal illness and returned home to farm."

Chen Xi scratched her head, looked at Xu Zhi's perfectly proportioned upper body and distinct muscle contour, blushed, and silently cursed that he must have used photoshop. "Xu Zhi, the food is here! Um, do you need any help? I also helped my mom plant rice seedlings at home. Your orchard has been abandoned for a long time. It's over a hundred acres, right? You're really a big landowner. You can't handle it alone now that you're alone!"

"No, it's okay." Xu Zhi smiled and said, "The courtyard is big, so I'll just cultivate a plot of land and grow some interesting seeds. Maybe I can grow flowers that are so beautiful they'll make people exclaim."

"Oh." Chen Xi exhaled curiously, patting her chest to assure him, "Then you farm well! If you want to eat anything, just tell me and Aunt Li. We'll make it for you!"

Then she bounced away. Before leaving, she added one more sentence to deliver a blow to Xu Zhi, "You were so listless before, but suddenly you look rosy and grew hair."

"It's definitely a dying breath... I probably won't live for a few days. Before I die, I have to take good care of you."

"Hmm??"

I have to die just because I grew hair?

"This damn girl, is she treating my meal as my last supper? She's insulting me. I only have mid-stage stomach cancer." Xu Zhi fumed, glaring at the girl as he opened the lunchbox.

Inside was a carefully prepared bento box.

There were omelets, carrots, and stir-fried pork with green vegetables - very down-to-earth. With one big bite, he felt a refreshing taste filling his mouth, making him feel relieved.

The taste of home!

Delicious!

So fragrant!

"This girl's cooking is really good. Maybe I'm already a dead man, but she should take good care of a dying cancer patient like me, and come here every day to bring me good food..."

Cancer patients need to pay attention to their diet, especially those with stomach cancer. With such delicious and nutritious food, he ate happily, and then lay down on a lounge chair in the yard, not wanting to move.

After taking a break, he started doing some odd jobs and cleaned up some areas in the orchard.

Covered in mud after working in the yard, he then began washing clothes, wringing out the water, and hanging each piece of clothing and underwear on a clothesline in the yard.

"Oh, I need to get a washing machine when I go to the city."

...

The next day, Chen Xi, the round-faced girl, brought him another bento box, and it became addictive. But faced with her sympathetic behavior towards a dying patient, Xu Zhi was willing to accept it.

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Staying at home farming and having someone bring him good food and take care of him as a dying cancer patient made him feel like the world was full of love. Is there any more fulfilling life than this idyllic farm life?

No.

Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, leisurely watching the southern mountains.

Tilling the fields, planting crops, and living a simple life on the farm to the point of leisure, he had already vaguely developed a sense of seclusion.

This short day was fleeting for Xu Zhi, just the time it took to eat three meals and take a nap. But for the sand table, it had been a long time, a century had passed. For the insect apes whose average lifespan was forty to fifty years, they had already gone through two generations of reproduction.

Now, after two generations, had the young and inexperienced insect ape who passed on the torch of civilization already passed away?

No, he gave Xu Zhi a great surprise.

Xu Zhi recorded their civilization's progress clearly.

In the ten years after Xu Zhi left, Gilgamesh led the insect apes in continuing their nomadic life.

He marveled at the miraculous flame that could cook food, drive away beasts in the night, and provide warmth on cold nights, representing the origin of civilization.

The Darmokleides sword left behind was an invincible weapon in this primitive jungle. With the sharpness of the weapon, Gilgamesh killed countless monsters similar to the despicable thieving dragon, the Dora beast, and gave people the strength to survive and resist.

In the second decade, Gilgamesh left behind his youth and entered his thirties.

He became majestic and tall, leading the tribe and becoming the most powerful hunter of the insect ape tribe, known as the Hero King among the people of the tribe.

He even used fire to burn the land and make it fertile, starting to farm and live a rudimentary agricultural life.

He was arrogant and domineering, believing that the three treasures of civilization had been entrusted to him by the wise beasts, knowing clearly that civilization was the inheritance of knowledge and history. So he boldly developed wedge-shaped writing to record the history of the race and created a new language.

He believed that he was the first intelligent race to open up the world of civilization, and he recorded his own history of creating civilization in a book, glorifying it, and brazenly naming it "Genesis."

He was brutal and tyrannical, but also incredibly charismatic. In his tribe, he had 131 beautiful wives who bore him offspring. Most of his descendants were strong and inherited his physical stature and intelligence. However, at the age of 30-something, when insects and apes had a lifespan of 40 years, Gilgamesh had already reached the end of his race. He was entering his twilight years, and the hero who once swung the sword of Damocles with boldness and vigor was now succumbing to the frailty of old age.

Inside the treehouse made of trees, the flames in the fireplace burned fiercely and emitted waves of heat.

"That is the flame of civilization bestowed upon me by the wise beast. It is so beautiful and radiant, like a dancing red flower," said Gilgamesh calmly while sitting on the giant chair woven with the fur of the great beast, Alra. He gazed at the flame, his eyes deep and distant. His large and robust body had become slow and feeble. He turned his head to look at the giant animal skulls hanging on the wall.

The skulls of various giant beasts were ferocious, indomitable, and powerful, enough to make one tremble. These savage beasts that once reigned supreme had all been conquered by him. The entire wall seemed to record his glorious battles.

He had lived a sufficiently glorious and extravagant life, fulfilling his dreams from his youth. He was satisfied.

"My son, Kish, the next leader of the tribe, has already been chosen. His abilities are not inferior to mine, and he can lead the entire tribe to confront giant beasts and continue our glory," said Gilgamesh. He felt his life was slowly coming to an end, as death was inevitable for all living things. He had almost resigned himself to his fate and quietly took out the blood of strength from his youth.

"According to the wise beast, only the bravest warrior in the world can consume it. Those who can endure death will possess unparalleled power," said Gilgamesh as he sighed.

"I wonder, am I the bravest warrior in the world?" he thought to himself.

"Let me find out!!" As the hero approached his twilight years, his murky eyes flickered slightly. He suddenly remembered his glorious days and wept. He silently pierced his arm and poured the blood of strength into his wound.

Pain!

Unbearable pain!!!

Gilgamesh struggled to his feet. The aged hero lay on the ground, rolling and gasping in a pain he had never felt before, despite his numerous battles. In the end, he survived death and rose to his feet. His vibrant black fur gradually receded, revealing a strong set of abs on his chest. The dense black fur on his face also disappeared, revealing a perfect face that looked like that of a god. He was no longer gray-black; his whole body had turned into that of a white-haired ape-man of intelligence.

His skin was delicate and crystal-clear, as if it were made of translucent white ants. He was like a snow giant walking out of a blizzard, with muscular lines that exuded a strong impact and a sense of beauty akin to that of Greek sculptures.

"This power is..." The young man with the imposing white hair slowly rose to his feet. "The power of bloodline; what great power."

Crack!

He crushed the solid bone armrest with a slight pinch, turning it into powder instantly.

At that moment, Gilgamesh's son, Kishziagga, stood on a high place in the tribe, holding the Sword of Damocles high above his head, announcing his succession as the next chief. Kishziagga was a wise and heroic man, with both talent and morals. Compared to his tyrannical and arrogant father, he seemed more like a qualified and kind-hearted leader. Gilgamesh was aware of this and thus, even in his old age, was willing to hand over the position to him, not wanting to be responsible for the destruction of the civilization he had led his people to establish.

But now, it was different...

It was completely different.

Kishziagga, who was kind-hearted and beloved, had never even thought of taking his father's place, despite his deep respect for him. Gilgamesh could not allow any potential threats to exist.

"I'm back, chief. It's still mine."

On that day, blood was shed, and the sound of wailing echoed throughout the Sumerian tribe. The hero king Gilgamesh killed his son and reclaimed his position as chief, living out his second life.