Eve, and the World II

Si Ming paused at the character creation interface, then fell into deep thought.

He understood the essence of the "Genesis Creation" process. He knew that even if they were created with human appearances, human emotions, and human laughter, they were fundamentally objects rather than people. The root cause was likely that a created being could never condense its own Light of the Soul, making it difficult for them to ever reach the realm of a true human.

That said.

However...

"This place is still a bit too empty."

He ultimately wanted a companion—he needed to have a companion. The Samsara World was never a place one could clear from start to finish by relying solely on brute force. Unless he could unlock the Gene Lock to the fourth stage in one go, there would always be flaws he failed to notice once team battles began, forcing him to face the fate of defeat and death.

"Better put some effort into this."

The creation process, which he had initially envisioned as simply picking out a familiar anime girl's appearance from his mind and adding a few real-world elements, ended up consuming a significant amount of his time and energy. He was not a man afraid to face the whispers in his own heart; as he created her, he did not restrain his own pulsing desires.

Her height had to be close to his own, at least 1.7 meters. Her figure had to be perfect, with the curves of her breasts and hips completely matching his preferences.

Her face had to be beautiful, her temperament gentle and yielding. Her hair could be as clean and white as milk, and her eyes as brilliant as rubies.

She felt a bit like Irisviel, yet she bore traces of the Fire Keeper, Io, and even A2. But she was ultimately none of them, and she was meant to be even more versatile. A vast amount of knowledge and talent—not involving supernatural abilities, but music, dance, and painting—was infused into her. In the end, what emerged was a complete being that belonged solely to Si Ming.

"Your name... shall be Eve."

The crystal skull turned to dust, and the Death Divinity merged into the light-forged body. The pure, flawless girl thus gained her life within the pillar of creation. She donned a solemn yet light white garment, her clean, bare feet gently touching the pure white ground of the plaza.

"I've kept you waiting, Si Ming." Her voice was crisp and supple, her crystal-red eyes reflecting only his figure. Her slender, soft fingers gently took hold of his palm, allowing him to clearly feel the heart pulsing within her chest.

"Now, please allow me to fulfill my duty and lead you to the Abyssal Realm."

She led Si Ming toward his personal quarters. But Si Ming had always been a man of his own mind; his own ideas took precedence.

"No rush," he said, pulling Eve to sit before the luxurious desk. "Talk to me first."

"I want to tell some stories, and I hope that afterward, you will sing and play music for me."

After that, Si Ming slept better than he ever had before. In the deepest part of this peaceful slumber, he arrived in a hazy dream.

A shattered dream, an ancient dream.

In the dream, he wandered through an ancient, dense forest from thousands of years ago. Many ancient humans, their bodies painted with oil and their hair and limbs decorated with feathers, surrounded him, shouting and performing strange dances as they ran toward a distant destination.

He followed them, and they crowded around him. At the edge of the forest stood a magnificent and massive pyramid.

An elder wearing gorgeous feathered robes stood at the top of the pyramid, clutching a magnificent scepter in his hand. The design of the scepter was somewhat similar to those held by ancient priests in movies. When the elder saw him, he sang out loudly to the sky and the earth, filled with joy.

"Revere death! Follow death! We shall all return to death!"

His voice echoed in all directions as he leaped from the top of the pyramid. The aged body shattered into pieces in an instant, yet what erupted from the remains was not crimson blood.

Caw—caw— It was a crow. It was born from the corpse, flapping its pitch-black wings as it flew toward the sky.

All the ancient barbarians surrounding Si Ming revealed joyful smiles in unison. They drew the obsidian daggers they carried and, like the elder, began a rhythmic chant.

"Revere death! Follow death! We shall all return to death!—Caw!"

They sliced their own throats with their blades, driving the knives into their hearts. The next moment, their shells transformed into crows that burst forth from their fatal wounds!

Crows circled, crows shrieked.

The massive flock of crows linked into a ring, obscuring everything in Si Ming's field of vision.

He reached out his hand instinctively.

The next moment, a pitch-black crow, no different from its kin, landed lightly on his palm.

"Caw—!" It shrieked at him from his hand.

This was accompanied by Si Ming's sudden awakening and his tightly clenched fist.

Si Ming opened his eyes.

His palm was indeed gripping something soft.

He turned his head slightly to soothe the slightly pained Eve. As he stood up, a surge of extraordinary power seeped from his palm, flowing into his body and mind.

He had succeeded.

He had touched it.

A tiny wisp of its vast composition had already merged into his body. A feeling of fullness flooded his entire being; this was all the divine particles he could currently bear.

"Thank you for your hard work, Eve."

He looked at his creation, his assistant, with a touch of pity. To connect with the Death Divinity, he naturally had to establish a sufficiently close bond with her. It had not been an easy process; one could even call it quite arduous. At times, Si Ming had even worried that his newly awakened assistant might pass out halfway through.

"This is my duty, Si Ming." She tried to rise with difficulty, though it was not easy. "And it is my wish. I hope to be of help to you, for that is the meaning of my existence."

Si Ming pursed his lips slightly and stroked her soft, long hair. He did not regret his actions, for he had long been prepared to face his own heart at any moment.

"Then get some rest. Your work is temporarily finished. We shall discuss what comes next later."

She lay back down obediently.

Si Ming left her side, his surging Night Battle Qi cleansing his body. He changed into a training outfit convenient for movement. He headed from his apartment to the training ground outside. Just as he was about to test his current state, he suddenly felt that this monotonous training ground was not quite to his liking.

It was too quiet, and far too ordinary. Living alone was fine, but perhaps it was time to consider a change in style—at the very least, to bring in a bit more life.

Thoughts shifted.

The sky and earth of the personal space underwent a massive transformation.

The flat concrete floor instantly morphed into a vast wilderness, with a sprawling lake ahead, while the apartment unit, now transformed into a large manor, sat before a sea of flowers and woods. There were no other living creatures, yet the air filled with a fresh scent, and the calm lake began to surge like an ocean, turning into rhythmic tides.

"Much better."

Si Ming nodded, then focused his attention on his body—his physical parameters seemed to have improved, and the energy within him felt slightly different. The total volume remained unchanged, but the qualitative aspect had shifted. He hadn't gained the massive computational power of divinity like someone from the third generation; instead, he had achieved a certain degree of progress in the characteristics of his death-type energy.

"...The quality of the Battle Qi hasn't changed." He reached out, and his Night Battle Qi covered his arm. Both quality and quantity were indeed the same, but the Battle Qi itself had become slightly more agile with the infiltration of divine particles.

It hadn't reached the level of "intent preceding the body," but his Battle Qi veil had gained a touch of sentience. The area under attack would autonomously thicken the layer of Battle Qi to temporarily bolster defense, and when he threw a punch—

BOOM— In the distance, a blast of Battle Qi erupted, sending a massive column of water soaring from the lake.

"It also autonomously constricts its form in mid-air, ensuring that it maintains the lethality of close-quarters combat even after traveling a certain distance."

The damage drop-off for long-range attacks had been mitigated. And beyond that...

"The consumption of Necrotic Aura for Raise Dead has also dropped to less than half of what it was before."

He extended his hand and swept it horizontally. As the summoning space opened, more than twenty Skeleton Soldiers were released, all retaining full mobility. A sudden spark of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he clenched his outstretched fist.

"Aggregate," he commanded. He thought of the Death Trialist he had faced in the ruins. Following his burst of inspiration and driven will, the twenty-plus Skeleton Soldiers under his control converged amidst a rising gale of negative energy, merging into a brand-new entity!

An arachnid-shaped Undead Colossus was born. Its core consisted of twenty skulls fused together, while its sturdy limbs combined into multiple bone arms. It was incredibly fast, only slightly slower than Si Ming when he unleashed his Night Battle Qi, and its power and durability were on par with a heavy-duty truck.

Aside from its grotesque appearance, it was nearly flawless. It let out a sharp screech that carried a mental suppression effect. Within its forty hollow eye sockets, deep soul-fires ignited in unison!

Without a doubt, this was a powerful monster at the second rank, perhaps even reaching the upper-middle tier of that field. It could likely rival the sub-giant undead that only higher-level necromancers could summon. Si Ming could control it with ease, and he still had a surplus of Necrotic Aura afterward. This undoubtedly meant that Si Ming, a reincarnator who had only completed the first world exploration, already possessed the combat power of an upper-tier second rank, with the potential to even threaten the third rank!

"Very good." He let out a satisfied sigh.

Elegant piano music drifted from the villa in the distance, perfectly echoing the vibrant mood he felt at this moment.

His pre-battle preparations had once again been excessive. His eyes now reflected his current attributes.

Muscle Strength: 452
Reaction Speed: 431
Cellular Vitality: 495
Intelligence: 501
Mental Strength: 387
Immunity: 400

He was already at a level where he could beat an elephant to death with his bare hands and fell a bison with a single strike. Enhancements, elixirs, training, and divine particles—all of these had forged the Si Ming of today.

He was ready to face the next world.

Soon, as time flowed and the pillar of light descended, the details of the new world imprinted themselves upon his mind.

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--[All East Sea Team reincarnators are about to be deployed to the world of 'I Am Legend'!]