Chapter 52, The People of the World
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Activity within the world died down.
The humans were virtually extinct, only their deformed cousins just barely starting to stand on two feet.
The Sacred Beasts ruled two continents, their gargantuan size making them nearly unstoppable forces..
The Vitarians were evolving, growing quickly, though of course not as quick as the humans.
It took a few years, but they grew to utilize tools. Young Vitarian children uprooting trees and using them as sticks to beat the Sacred Beasts with.
Years passed that way, the world becoming relatively peaceful, minus the Vitarian continent.
The humans deep underground continued to worship their God, barely surviving. They could not function the same way without the resources that were abundant on the surface.
In the deep underground, there weren't many available food sources, mainly only a few strange plants, and other humans themselves.
So, the Humans continued to adapt as they had before.
There grew to be far less people, but their rate of reproduction hardly slowed down.
To survive, they had grown reckless.
They believed they were alive for a reason. Their God gifted them life, so they would not waste it.
They built a small civilization deep below, numbering barely 5 thousand in population.
The people used their strongest to venture even farther down the dark, where they would encounter strange beasts.
Hell's Children, they called them.
Weird and revolting beasts that even God could not love.
They had powerful carapaces and multiple legs. Some could not see, while others could.
But something that each Human knew, was that they were not to be messed with.
Only the most powerful living humans could combat Hell's Children, dragging the corpses back to humanity and letting the entire civilization feast.
They assumed that the strange creatures were distant cousins of the titans on the surface, only lacking their intelligence.
The Humans adapted to this lifestyle.
Their eyes and skin grew pale, becoming sensitive to light.
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They needed less food, being able to store energy from weeks prior.
They lacked liquid, only having murky water and the blood of their relatives available to them.
Even the Children of Hell that they ate, had affected their composition.
After being stuck beneath the earth, spending generations eating the same food source, and living in the same conditions, the old humans had changed completely.
They were only a husk of what they used to be, their history written in the walls, but completely forgotten to the people that still lived.
There were three thousand remaining humans of the Rocc Dynasty...
Yet, they were no longer human.
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Thousands of years passed.
The earth truly quelled itself, the Vitarian's clash with the Sacred Beasts cooling down as the amount of both sides diminished.
On their continent, there numbered less than a thousand Vitarians, and barely fifty Sacred Beasts.
Only the strongest of the strongest had remained alive.
The Vitarians had become a stone age civilization. They were reminiscent of the Human's during Venator's reign.
They had shelters, tools, a societal structure, and even a common language.
They were relatively advanced, and they had chosen to seclude themselves from the Sacred Beasts.
They figured that, if they took time to evolve, both physically and technologically, they would eventually be able to combat the peak Sacred Beasts, the "Godkin", as they called them.
Lokreum watched upon the world with a smile, loving everything that had taken place.
A few Vitarians and Sacred Beasts had grown to a high place of power, nearing the peak of the Zeroth Level.
They had nearly reached the cap of normal Kreus capacity, but nearly was still years away.
There wouldn't be an existence that qualified for the first level for at least another thousand years…
”The Vitarians and the Beastmen are in roughly the same stage, having evolved to the same age technologically. The Novahkin are lagging behind, still using sticks, while the cave-dwellers are all over the place…”
”They’ve retained some of their advanced technologies, but they lack the necessary materials, only being able to substitute resources… They are overall… on the cusp of the metal age, with technologies that appear closer to that of modern times.” Kieron narrated to the gods.
”As time passes, more and more intelligent species will emerge… maybe we should recruit some more gods, Father?” The false omnipotent asked, Lokreum stepping forward and looking at the grounds beneath them.
The two gods hovered above the Vitarian continent, watching the final large battle they would see for the foreseeable future.
“Giahahah! For Vitaria!” A crazed yell sounded, a lanky white skinned creature pouncing towards a gigantic dragon.
”We may search for one in due time, but the rest of the gods will come from the inhabitants of this world. As of now, Venator is our greatest mortal candidate.” Lokreum responded, watching the two creatures clash.
The dragon was quite nimble, taking flight and dodging the Vitarian’s attacks while spewing orange flames filled to the brim with volatile kreus.
”But is Venator not a dead man? I can see using him since he is a religious figure, but his true power falls behind… Even the elder cave-dwellers are more powerful than he…” Kieron retorted, the Vitarian landed a successful punch to the dragon’s mandible, sending the lizard into the mountain it hovered next to.
”Oh but that is all more the reason. Despite that, can you not feel the soul of Venator? At one point he was living on in every living human. Their belief in him was prevalent, and he was on the verge of true resurrection through the faith of his people!” Lokreum explained with an ecstatic smile.
”When the humans re-evolve, the cave-dwellers will surely re-emerge too, and our faith will be found once more. If that does not happen, then the new humans will find the ruins of the cave-dwellers, and our faith will once more be sparked… No matter the outcome, it will surely be entertaining to watch.” Lokreum was gleeful, thinking of the grandeur possibilities of the future.
He could not wait to watch the creation of myths, the discoveries of ancient histories, and the shock of humanity…
”…So when shall we go indoctrinate our new god?”
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