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By the shores of the East Sea, when Laine also arrived here, the work of creating humans truly began.

Without wasting time, on a riverside clearing, Cronus summoned the deities. They mixed their own blood with the soil and dripped it into the Prime Liquid flowing out of the Life Vase. The gods endowed these materials with Divine Power, so they would acquire an extraordinary nature and be innately close to the gods.

The materials ready, under the watchful eyes of the deities, Laine fashioned the first human body from these materials.

He first sketched out a shape, wrapping the skin on the outside. Then, he formed muscles, veins, and organs, skillfully achieving a balance of life forces within the human body.

Next, Laine determined the position of the bones and the direction of the blood flow, ensuring that the vital energy circulated within the human form. Finally, he added bone marrow, a heart, and a brain, bestowing life with the means to animate.

Six days passed and, despite Laine’s control over Life and his understanding of the human body, he erred several times before succeeding. At last, he dotted the eyes, and the first human body was thus born.

This was the first of humanity, and the most perfect of humans. In him, it seemed to the deities that they could see a trait of each divine being. He would become the template for the Golden Humanity, their future leader.

Once everything was completed, Laine dusted off his sleeves and took a long whip from his waist.

This was the embryonic form of a Divine Artifact forged from parts of “Earth” and “Water” after the power of the elements had converged into the Spirit Realm. Its power was not great, for the related Source Power of Chaos had already been claimed, but Laine still chose it, for humans were not meant to be distinctive due to innate strength.

Laine intended to see, after several epochs had passed, when civilization reached its zenith, whether the long whip would undergo some interesting changes.

“Snap—!”

Gathering the leftover materials from creating the first human, Laine mixed them with more soil and Prime Liquid. With a flick of the whip, the ‘mud spots’ danced through the air, then settled to the ground.

As they fell, they transformed; in the blink of an eye, the brown ‘mud spots’ turned into hundreds of thousands of humans. They too bore the blessing of the gods, but once diluted, it seemed somewhat faint.

“Astounding skill.”

Although he sensed that Mother Earth was watching from afar, Cronus couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

For the gods, replicating humans using the first as a template was not a difficult task, but for Laine to replicate hundreds of thousands with a single flick of the whip, even with the aid of a Divine Artifact, was an incredibly difficult feat.

After all, it was clear to everyone that the Divine Artifact in Laine’s hand was not strong, not even fully forged.

“Just a little trick.”

Unmoved by Cronus’s praise, Laine was also aware of Mother Earth’s unfriendly gaze from afar.

Laine dismissed this with a smile. Having reaped the benefits, he naturally had no intention of further provoking the elder. Although by age, he was the truly ‘elder’ one.

“The shells are now complete, next, I shall endow them with souls. But souls have inclinations; what form life takes is for you to decide.”

“The other creatures shall be decided by the deity that created them,” said Cronus. “But for ‘Humans’, since you, Prince Laine, have named them as such, let’s just call them Humans.”

“I believe, as a creature unanimously created by the gods, humans should possess all things good, beautiful, and virtuous.”

“They should be devout, seeing the gods as supreme; they should be fearless, willing to give everything for the gods. They should also be diligent and wise, able to efficiently complete the tasks the gods assign to them.”

“Of course, as a return, I allow them to feed on plants, on other lives created by the gods. They are the leaders of All Spirits, the closest beings to the gods in the mortal world.”

The Divine King’s voice resonated far and wide, and none of the deities opposed. Although some gods were not entirely in favor of this, none stood up to speak, and everything was thus settled.

Following that, Laine gathered all the ideas of the deities about their creations. In the end, he stood by the riverbank, looking at the countless lifeless bodies on the plains before him, as an invisible force slowly extended from the void.

With a gentle wave of his arm, the lives created by the gods during the past nearly hundred years approached him, floating in midair. Only the humans stood on the ground, surrounding him in a circle.

Divine Power began to surge, and the surrounding space-time became chaotic. In a daze, the deities vaguely saw seven layers of worlds slowly emerging behind Laine, but only the central mountain peak was clear.

At the summit of the mountain, behind the palace complex, there lay a well indescribable in nature. It was infinitely large and infinitely small, instilling a deep inner longing in anyone who saw it.

The Eternal (Origin) Well, condensed from the portion of the Origin of Life seized by Laine. It is the source of all souls in the world, and any life that drinks its well water would gain an immortal divinity.

“Come!”

Accompanied by a long, soft call, the transparent well water responded to his summons. It flowed out from the well, passing through the seven layers of the Spirit Realm, merging with different emotions, and then turned into mist, shrouding all the life present.

By his side, the Life Vase still held in the hand of the Divine King hummed faintly; it was once a part of it but now forever unable to merge back together. When the Prime Liquids symbolizing material and Spirituality merged once more, true Life came into existence.

“From this day forth, you shall be the king of the Humans.”

Pointing to the first creation, who was also the first human to open his eyes, Laine calmly made his announcement.

At the same time, the three Divine Artifacts involved in creation all trembled slightly, and shortly after, their auras noticeably strengthened considerably.

Elsewhere, as such a number of lives were born onto the Earth, the world’s Source Power seemed to rise as well. However, since the lives at that point consisted only of males, which were long-lived but unable to reproduce, the increase in Source Power was not significant.

While the gods did not benefit from this, the situation was different for Cronus, as the Divine King. In the perception of the other deities, his Divine Power directly reached level 19, nearing the pinnacle of mighty Divine Power, soaring to become the chief among the gods.

This is the uniqueness of the Divine King’s authority; it is, in essence, an external force, not one intrinsic to the deity itself. Hence, Themis, despite her augmentation in the origin of Godhood, would still need thousands of years to accumulate Divine Power to reach this stage, but Cronus had it immediately.

“Cohen, from today on, your name shall be Cohen.”

Under the gaze of the gods, Cronus reined in his unconsciously leaking Divine Power and spoke to the first of the Humans.

At that moment on the Earth, having just been named king of the Humans by the creator, and then given a name by another deity, Cohen swiftly knelt on the ground, expressing his gratitude for the deities’ benevolence.

Seeing this, the deities each revealed a smile. Beings that looked like them were now worshiping them, which was one of their intended purposes for creating humans.

Standing aside, Laine observed everything with a calm gaze. Like a few other deities, he didn’t find this particularly joyous, so he didn’t smile, simply watching in silence.

He had always said ‘Golden Humanity is not human’, but he had thought that when he actually witnessed the birth of humans, saw life forms similar to his former self appear, he might feel something different. Yet, in reality, he felt nothing at the moment.

When he personally fashioned the first ‘Person’, when he, as if writing a setting, made stipulations for the emotions of the Golden Humanity, he looked at the bewildered hundreds of thousands of Humans before him and, for some reason, Laine no longer felt they were anything special.

“This is the Golden Humanity.”

Shaking his head, Laine ultimately said nothing. He merely dissipated the phantom of the Spirit Realm, then quietly waited.