The black region and the red region intersected and merged.
One was filled with extreme cold and darkness, the other with high temperatures and light. Though they seemed utterly incompatible, they formed a stark contrast, like two poles indispensable to the world.
And at the boundary between them stood an incomparably massive tree.
Since there was nothing in the world to compare it to.
There was only that one tree.
Therefore.
Even this tree, which would be bestowed with countless names in later ages.
Had no particularly majestic title at present.
Right now.
Looking over.
Upon this tree, which could barely be considered one of the rare sights within the plane.
The brightly colored fruits.
Had mostly been nurtured to near maturity.
And as those fruits ripened further.
Some great power.
Was automatically being spread outward by the tree.
Causing this newborn plane to undergo constant changes.
Like light, like electricity, like thought...
Layer upon layer of space-time was continuously peeled away and extended...
At this moment.
Starting from the region where the tree stood, an entirely new space-time structure had slowly begun to emerge...
However.
That was not important right now.
Most miracles.
Were gathering within those plump, luscious fruits.
Before long.
The first fruit fell.
Before it could hit the ground.
Or land upon that strange black-and-red soil.
A will had already awakened.
In but an instant.
Large amounts of ink-green poisonous mist began to flow and spread across the fruit's surface automatically.
Then.
A blurry figure replaced the fruit, landing steadily upon that patch of land.
After silently raising its head to look at the other fruits on the tree.
It quickly chose to turn and leave.
Though it dearly wished to strangle the other contestants in the cradle.
It understood.
The time was not yet ripe.