Time marches on regardless of anyone's will, and as the ruler of the people grows older with each passing year, formidable monsters have begun to test their might. However, armed with the spear of fate, after successfully vanquishing a powerful divine beast, none dare to look down on him.

Even as Wama ages, he remains unperturbed by others' taunts.

At this moment, the ancestral land at the heart of the human realm bustles with activity, as birds dance wildly. It marks the sacrifice for the human king, who summons all the people, and serves as the final selection for the new ruler.

The pivotal events of the nation revolve around worship and war.

A towering statue, reaching up to a kilometer high, stands in the center. It clutches the spear of fate in its right hand, the tablet of truth in its left, and suspends a flame upon its chest. Crafted from white jade, the statue evokes awe in all beneath the sun.

The ruler, accompanied by his retinue, kneels before the sacrifice. Behind them, countless humans also kneel, their faces reverent. None dare to show disrespect before the Creator's statue. As they kneel, an invisible trace of white air emanates from them, surprising Rico.

"What was that energy trace just now?" Rico asks, shocked. "The power of faith, albeit a weaker manifestation," he muses. "It seems I overlooked such a precious phenomenon on Gaia; by now, the accumulation must be beyond belief."

Rico nods. It seems that the power of belief of all sentient beings has great potential. Unfortunately, the Doomsday world is a small realm after all, and it is only of experimental nature. In the future, we need to delve deeper into the concept of faith.

However, Rico does not intend to show sanctity in this human sacrifice. Everything has predetermined growth. He knows that life is limited, so he can work hard in the future.

The human sacrifice does not receive a response from the Creator. The King seems prepared. He is not anxious but regretful.

"After the sacrifice, Cain, Ebel will be on the list of heirs to the throne."

The two young people immediately get up excitedly. They are the candidates who have defeated countless opponents. One of the more powerful young people looks at the other with a smile.

Ebel who has the blood of the ruler. He inherits the power of the dragon's blood. He has the highest chance to win the throne! The young man named Cain is thinner. His combat effectiveness is not strong, but he has come all the way to the present with his intellect.

Wuma looks at the two candidate kings in front of thousands of people. Both of them know that Ebel is his own descendant, born with divine power and the strongest warrior of the tribe.

Although the other is not strong, he is quite wise. He even understands the truth slate. He translates the symbols in the slate and forms the "Ninety-nine Song" for the people to sing.

The elders next to the ruler are talking a lot. These two, one is strength and the other is wisdom. Which one to choose, they also have a headache!

"Ruler, in my opinion, if you pass away, the neighboring powers will definitely covet us. If Ebel inherits the throne and holds the spear of fate, it will definitely revive the prestige of the human race!" An old man looks at Ebel carefully and says.

Wuma sighs in his heart. He knows that it is because Ebel is his descendant. As the old man's words fall, others also agree, and most people support Ebel! Unexpectedly, the Ruler suddenly waves his hand to stop everyone. "When one generation ends, a new one is born. I, the King, have cut down thorns all my life and paved a bloody road for the human race. However, our human race is based on the mind, not merely on physical strength. In terms of power, Warcraft, those divine beasts, are far superior and stronger than us.

Wuma pauses and looks at the gradually pale Ebel. "Only with the help of wisdom can we gain a foothold! Ebel, you can step back first!"

Ebel retreats with a pale face, and Cain's legs tremble slightly, which is unusual for him.

Wuma solemnly takes out the spear of fate, holds it in both hands, and says, "Cain! I order you to be the king of the second generation and lead the whole human race from now on!"

Cain solemnly takes over the inheritance weapon. "I, Cain, will follow the example of the previous ruler, fight against the beasts outside, and unite the whole humanity as one family. Even if my body is crushed and eaten, I make it my purpose to let the race last forever!"

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"Yes!" The people cheer!

Watching the birth of the second generation of rulers, the elders laugh loudly. Others under the field also become sensational, and the whole venue seems to shake, only Ebel is unwilling.

The divine tree casts a glow and shrouds the Mountain, as if it is also blessing the new generation of rulers.

On this day, the second generation is born. Three days later, the ruler Wuma passes away under the divine tree. Before his death, he stands upright and looks at the sky in the distance.

The death of Wuma incited covetousness among many ethnic groups towards the human race. However, the second generation of the king should not be underestimated. He vigorously developed agriculture, planting grain and recruiting liberation fighters, which stabilized food production and caused the population to explode again. With this achievement alone, Cain's position on the throne is solid.

Unfortunately, he was young and lacked the prestige of the previous generation. Ebel did not accept Cain's rule. He led his subordinates far away, taking not only people but also the truth slate with him. Originally, Ebel wanted to seize the spear of fate, but unfortunately, the spear of fate is the ruler's inheritance weapon. The human race became divided. However, with the introduction of agriculture, the human race became stronger. With the surge in population, soldiers no longer needed to hunt all day and began focusing on the study of aura.

Gathering the breathing methods of all races, human warriors gradually explored different cultivation techniques. Rico observed these methods from the perspective of a god and began practicing them himself. Although these methods had been developed over thousands of years by various peoples, they were different from his Star Technique, which he created in just two days. Nevertheless, Rico's technique was based on thousands of years of history from Earth.

"Wow," Rico sighed, exhaling a breath of true breath from his mouth.

"Is it useless on Earth?" Rico wondered. He felt unable to absorb any aura or other forms of energy with this method, which had taken the entire human race to create. Was it truly so ineffective, or was he simply not skilled enough?

After consulting his mind, Rico realized that Earth is still a reality with limited dimensions. It can hardly produce any extraordinary energy, similar to the end of an era in mythology. No matter how effective the practice method, it proves futile. After all, you can't make bricks without straw! The star method breaks the origin inside into Star dusk, thus not requiring an outside source, which is why Rico deemed it better for now.

Rico could only hope to develop the world to a higher realm.

In the Doomsday world, Cain surpassed Rico's expectations; he proved to be more formidable than Wuma.

Cain tasted hundreds of herbs and identified the properties of thousands more. He continuously summarized, greatly increasing the human race's life expectancy and aiding cultivation through medicinal means. The strength of the human race once again surged ahead of all others.

Cain unlocked the dragon blood that had been sealed for a hundred years, blending it with the dragon blood from the dragon's beard grass near the dragon's cave. Then, he instructed the strongest warrior of the tribe to consume the potion. Instantly, the human warrior roared in pain, squatting down as a dragon horn emerged from his head!

Scales began to appear, and the dragon warrior was born!

The human race's strength suddenly multiplied several times over, and Cain began to conquer the land, capturing powerful beasts, blending the blood of extraordinary Warcraft creatures, and creating new fusion potion formulas.

Rico pondered in the outside world, "It might be possible to fuse dragon blood with my blood? I’m already a perfect mortal with divine strength, yet I lack mythical powers, especially on Earth."

He was now still mortal in a sense. Although he held the supreme authority of the Disc world, in reality, he was still vulnerable.

"But I guess it won’t do, Although it can produce mythical power, the use of such a potion can lead to genetic collapse."

Rico also observed that many who failed to die after taking the medicine underwent significant changes. If two dragon horns sprouted from his head now, he'd likely have visitors checking the water meter the next day.

"It seems focusing on the cultivation point is the better approach," Rico reminded himself sternly. "You're the god of creation. Getting overly excited about a mere potion? You've seen far greater things. Exercise restraint!"

Rico was nonetheless excited; it was his first encounter with such a miraculous potion. After all, as long as the herbs appeared and were formulated accordingly, he could truly become extraordinary!

However, he couldn't deny that Cain's potential exceeded his expectations. He had thought the first generation ruler, Wuma was an unparalleled hero, but Cain surpassed him!

In the Doomsday world, the human race's strong individuals flourished, and their life expectancy nearly doubled! Other ancient races receded, and even the celestial flying horses were tamed by the human race. From then on, the sky was no longer the domain of Warcraft!

With the griffin subdued and the dragons relegated to remote cliffs to live in secrecy, 70% of the land was conquered by the human race, gazing upon the endless sea ahead.

Cain laughed triumphantly and declared, "I finally witnessed the world's end, as foretold by the first ruler!"

At this point, he was no longer young. Despite consuming various precious medicines, his hair gradually turned white. Nevertheless, he remained proud!

The first ruler, Wuma, traversed the earth and reached its end, while Cain led the clan to conquer every step of the way!

Historians couldn't help but record the scene of the ruler gazing at the sea. Undoubtedly, the second generation ruler, Cain, achieved the grand feat that the first king had failed to accomplish. This was a momentous occasion!

"Let's go!" Cain's thirst for knowledge burned bright; otherwise, he wouldn't have attained such heights.

He was determined to confirm whether his feet had reached the world's end and if there was another continent beyond the endless ocean. This journey was destined to claim countless lives, reminiscent of the era of great geographical discoveries on Earth, paving the way with blood!

Leading the tribe, Cain constructed vessels capable of navigating the ocean. They felled giant trees, hollowed out their trunks, and thus, the most primitive ships were born!

Gradually, as adventurers vanished only to reappear on distant shores, the human race finally discovered that the depths of the ocean truly marked the world's end!

Despite the elders' warnings, Cain personally organized the expedition and set sail with the griffin. Upon encountering a familiar sight on another landmass, Cain had to concede that their current location was the only one in the world.

The first world map was drawn by Cain himself. In this world, unimaginable super beasts lurked in the ocean's depths.

Gazing at the starry sky, Cain felt discontented. "Is this our world? Where are the stars in the sky? Where is the Creator? Does he truly reside beyond the stars, outside our world?"

Observing his graying hair, Cain knew his time was running short. Although he consumed various drugs, he had surpassed the age of 100 this year and was entering old age.

The fusion medicine wasn't as potent, and some mysterious substances had been lost. Bathing in dragon blood wouldn't grant him a second life like the first king.

"I refuse to accept this fate! There are countless mysteries in this world, and the truth slate remains undiscovered. I refuse to grow old!"

Cain gazed into the night, his resolve unyielding. The first king had his path, and he had his own. He intended to start afresh, to live another life!