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Babylon Tribe.

The houses were arranged in neat rows, and the settlement had reached a certain level of prosperity.

The Three Witches were far, far weaker than Gilgamesh, but they could already barely fend off the assaults of giant beasts and protect their homeland.

Humans occupied the middle of the enormous food chain of giant beasts.

Although they could not resist certain terrifying giant beasts, not just any beast could treat them as food. Even powerful giant beasts had to pay a terrible price to raid a tribe and feast on them.

Women worked the farmland.

In the distance, people clad in animal hides were dissecting the corpse of a giant beast more than ten meters long.

Warriors constantly patrolled around the tribe, guarding against terrifying giant beasts attacking the Babylon Tribe.

After achieving stable survival, they began to multiply their population frantically and expand their numbers. They needed a vast population base so that more women could fuse with Evil Eye Blood and produce more witches; it was their only means of protecting themselves.

Deep within the lush green mountain ravines outside the tribe.

In the dreamlike, fairyland-like Aimiya Pool, the grass was vibrant, flowers bloomed, and white mist drifted through the air. Three beautiful women were bathing there, their snowy skin like icy jade, their figures slender and exquisite, like perfect goddesses from myth.

After more than ten years, the Three Witches of that time were already in their thirties.

At an age when Insect Apes died of old age in their thirties or forties, nearly all of their peers had already left this world or stood on the brink of dying from old age. Yet time seemed never to have left a trace on them.

As the three bathed in Aimiya Pool, they were full of youthful vitality, fit and graceful, like girls in their teens.

Back then, after Gilgamesh fused with the second gene, he had lived for more than two hundred years. Now that they were only in their thirties, their long lives had only just begun.

Medea soaked in the clear spring water. This decisive witch, who oversaw the tribe's war and glory, lazily stretched out her perfect, shapely legs above the surface. "Meilikesite went to visit one of the sisters who grew up with us last night. The companions who used to venture out with us as children and excitedly study our dreams of conquering giant beasts in the tribe have long since become white-haired old women."

Cassandra gently stirred the water. This gentle witch, who governed herding and medicinal herbs, sighed softly. "Countless children and grandchildren were gathered at that old woman's bedside to see her off. That was already the most fulfilling ending to a life. Only after so many years did I realize that the bond between us three sisters is the only thing eternal. Everything around us changes, but only we three sisters will never grow old."

Circe laughed seductively, her beautiful eyes shifting. "What is it? You two elder sisters stand so high above everyone as the great and majestic Babylon Guardian Gods, yet you are all alone. Are you envious of ordinary girls, who have husbands that love them and children of their own?"

Circe swam over from the pool and teased, "You two sisters have always been so aloof and elegant. Why not be more like me—"

Medea and Cassandra simultaneously took several steps back, watching her warily as they said calmly, "Circe, show some respect! Do not use those tricks of yours on the two of us."

"What does it matter?"

Circe chuckled playfully. "I will not take a man's life. I am not one of those weak men. Even if you cannot hold back and your psychic power erupts, you cannot kill me."

Yet the two still watched her warily.

They knew what Circe wanted: to make them fall bit by bit, sink deeper and deeper, and ultimately become like her—beginning to prey on men and joining her camp.

As early as back then, after seeing Circe descend into depravity, the two of them had silently sworn to establish the Three Iron Laws of the Witch: First, before undergoing the Evil Eye Blood trial, a witch must be a chaste maiden and swear to the heavens that she would never have anyone she loved for the rest of her life.

Second, after becoming a witch, all impure conduct was strictly forbidden! Contact with any male was prohibited. Once she defiled herself, she would surely fall, be abandoned by the Lord, and become an evil witch.

Third, witches were not permitted to abuse their power or attack the people.

Circe was a typical negative example.

She had once had a husband, and after becoming a witch, she went looking for men.

But witches possessed psychic power so strong that if they carelessly failed to control their overflowing emotions, they would kill weak men.

Such powerful, violent psychic strength came with terrible side effects. They were destined never to have lovers.

Over the years, Circe had thoroughly become synonymous with death and terror in the tribe. Every man she seduced died.

Countless men were terrified.

Although Circe knew this, several men in the tribe still died mysteriously every month.

In truth, over the past decade or so, hundreds had died, while four new witches had emerged.

They had also strictly followed the "Three Iron Laws of the Witch," becoming the tribe's guardian gods. The Babylon Tribe now had four subordinate tribes.

Over these years, it was not as if no males had participated in the deadly Evil Eye Blood trial. The tribe never lacked brave men, but Evil Eye Blood was exceptionally peculiar: women had a far higher chance of succeeding than men.

But men had not been entirely absent.

Over the past decade or so, those who successfully accepted the power numbered four women and one man. Among them, the first rare Male Witch was unexpectedly born, sending Circe into wild joy.

With the appearance of the Male Witch, Circe thought she had found a man who would not die.

Unfortunately, Circe's psychic power had grown ever stronger over the years. Other men could barely endure it, and even this Male Witch, after a full week of Circe's ecstatic delight, directly suffered a mental collapse and died.

The only Male Witch suddenly died, plunging the tribe's remaining men into utter despair.

On that day, the valiant warriors of the Babylon Tribe finally understood—we had completely become breeding tools.