Shepherding Humanity

“We cannot let it fall into the hands of those evil gods. Such blasphemy must never be permitted!”

In the audience chamber of the two great kingdoms, the two Empresses sat on their high throne while holding court with their witch ministers. They knew that the situation was urgent, and have decided to personally lead the excavation of the tomb.

A few days later.

The leaders of the magic academies and sects have all arrived at the dig site.

There were about thirteen Legendary Mages patrolling the vicinity.

The ground shook. The giant Adolphus, iron shovel in hand, circled the area, trampling the land in his wake.

“The excavation is progressing too quickly. If only we had another hundred years, they’d be no match for us.” The six spies solemnly watched them. They kept their distance and did not dare to make a single sound.

They simply did not have enough time.

The fastest among them was only a Level Five Mage. They, who weren’t even at the Legendary level, were appropriately fearful of Seventh Level Epic Witches.

Hidden in the forest, their eyes glinted with cold killing intent. Their form faded into the shadows. “This is my chance to kill them! Rob them!”

…

Within the tomb.

“This art style is not from our Babylonian era. It’s too ugly and looks like a kid’s doodles.” Medusa was frowning. If it wasn’t for the sky-spanning column of cold air, she would have thought that this was a fake tomb.

“It’s not the art style of Ancient Sumer either. The Sumerian City-States Era had a very high level of craftsmanship, and their relief carvings were extremely detailed.” Ermin said. “There are only two possibilities. One, this is a child’s drawing from the even more ancient tribal era, when technology was lacking.”

“This cannot be from the Stone Age.” Medusa shook her head. “The murals clearly depict the Great Flood.”

Ermin continued: “Then it can only be the second possibility. They had the technology, but not the time to make detailed carvings and had no choice but to simplify everything…”

“It can’t be???”

At this moment, their entire bodies trembled and their eyes shone with excitement.

Right, if the murals depicted the Great Flood, then this tomb must have been built afterwards. Who would have the authority to start constructing a tomb right before the Great Flood?

As a matter of fact, Xu Zhi was quite hurt by their “kid’s doodles” comment. He tried hard, he really did, but he was no artist, and he also had to fake signs of old age by baking the murals according to online instructions.

But the girls did not know this. Neither would they care, even if the murals were brand new. If this was truly the tomb of the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, then they wouldn’t question it no matter what kind of odd thing they encountered.

They only cared about what was within the coffin.

“Open it.”

With that command, the lid of the coffin was slowly slid aside.

A blast of cold air greeted them. Within the coffin was a pile of clothes and a long, sword-like object that was emitting white mist. It was stained with fresh blood.

“This is?”

Medusa lightly gestured, and the bloodstained block of dry ice floated up into her hands.

The blood that dripped off it was also enclosed in her immense spiritual power and left floating in the air. “Such a terrifying chill. What is this? Ice? This cold mist is similar to what the witches saw outside when they discovered the tomb.”

Their civilization had already advanced to the point where Water Mages learned how to cool water into ice, and they were familiar with the concept.

“This is not ice. I detect no magical fluctuations, but then, how can it be so cold? And it’s vaguely in the shape of a sword, is this the legendary…” She frowned in disbelief, and looked at the drops of fresh blood. “Who’s blood is this…”

It was at this moment that she remembered an ancient rumor.

“It can’t be!?”

With a light flick of her hand, she summoned a magic box and brought out a microscope, along with various alchemical flasks.

She had made her mages work very hard to create a spatial magic tool, but even though she had put the entire nation to work, this magic box was only at Level Four after 40 years, and had a subspace of only five square meters.

Medusa started studying the blood and immediately noticed something odd. “The microscopic components of all living things constantly experience death and rebirth, but in this blood, some components simply do not die…”

This blood would never die???

For a moment, none of the surrounding mages could utter a word, then they hurriedly stood up, while exclaiming in shock:

“The Blood of Immortality!”

Everyone in the tomb had a stunned expression on their face.

According to Ancient Sumerian myths, Gilgamesh was not satisfied with the “Blood of Power” and had wanted to slay God in order to acquire the “Blood of Immortality” and live forever.

“Oh My God!”

“This is the blood of the Creator!”

Before their very eyes, the Sword of Damocles dissolved into icy mist, leaving only flowing blood behind.

Before them was the “Blood of Immortality” that the ancient Sumerian Civilization had destroyed itself to acquire.

Before them was Blood of God that fascinated the hearts of men.

“These few drops of blood could only be obtained at the cost of a glorious ancient civilization…” Medusa studied the crimson blood; each drop seemed to shine with a mesmerizing inner light.

That year, countless people tried to assimilate the “Blood of Immortality”. They all died without exception, proving to everyone that such immortality was beyond mortal ken.

“The Spear of Witchcraft” thus recorded:

[The Kingdom of Babylon, year 891. The Tomb of Gilgamesh was rediscovered, the Sword of Damocles was destroyed, and the Blood of Immortality was brought out into the world.]

…

The Kingdom of Babylon, year 896.

The entire nation labored for five years, and under Medusa’s leadership, the various Magic Schools’ research was beginning to show some results.

Medusa lost herself in her research, working passionately day and night. “I may find my Truth within! Studying the death and rebirth of cells will let me break through the Gates of Death! I will ignite my divine spark with my own power, and break through to the Demigod Level!”

“A balance may be reached if I dilute it with potions…”

“No, it’s still too intense! This power is beyond mortal ken, but if I keep weakening it, I might be able to grasp a trace of divinity…”

While she studied, even more spies from other nations had been kicked out of the game.

Those who remained hid themselves in the darkness while the Evil God’s Sect expanded by the day. Through the witches working under them as spies within the great kingdoms, they even managed to acquire some minor documents and send them back to the research institutes in the real world for study.

“What? They acquired the blood of the Creator?”

“Oh, God!”

“What are they doing in the other world?”

This caused a great stir in the various secret research institutes on Earth as researchers in white lab-coats hurriedly moved about.

They all knew of the Creator and understood how momentous of an event this was.

Within an enormous multimedia center in America’s preeminent research institute, an aged professor was holding a lecture while tapping on a giant computer screen with his black pointer.

“We couldn’t acquire the most important documents, but a cursory glance at the cellular diagrams shows that this blood is clearly not that of any creature on Earth.”

“If this is real, then these cells that can live forever are truly deserving of the name ‘Blood of Immortality’. But, aren’t they somewhat similar to a disease unique to Earth—cancer cells?”

A similar scene was also playing out in the research institute of a certain island nation.

“This blood seems a little lacking! Is the blood of the Creator only at this level? Personally, I think that the blood of the Creator is not something that mere mortals could get their hands on. Think about it, even a lowly Evil God is something that cannot be directly looked at, and whose voice must never be heard.”

Countless researchers debated the issue before arriving at a reasonable explanation.

“There could be more than one Creator. The God of Creation is an existence spanning multiple dimensions, a multiversal abstract who’s the embodiment of primordial chaos; the Creator who appeared in the Magic World is just one of many avatars used in creating and destroying worlds, maintaining the cycle of death and rebirth. His real body probably never leaves the interdimensional courtyard.”

…

In China’s secret research institute, a serious discussion was taking place.

“We only received screenshots of a simplistic cell diagram, and there’s not much for us to study, but according to the Magic World’s research institute, these cells will never die, making them somewhat similar to Earth’s cancer cells. Could it be that our Earth is also related to the Creator? And is one of the worlds He created? Could we be the descendants of the Creator?”

As people in white lab-coats furiously argued, they couldn’t help but think of this incredible possibility.

Cancer cells had always been a problem that modern science struggled to solve.

Nations all over the world spent hundreds of billions in research funds every year on the problem. Countless professors of medicine dreamed of developing the definitive cure for this terminal disease.

But it had all been in vain.

To this day, people only knew that carcinogens can induce lesions in potential cancer cells in the body, but no one knew how these cells were actually born. It was as if the cause lay deeply rooted within humanity’s genes, ready to spring into deadly lesions at any moment.

Could it be that mankind’s genes held divine potential, and cancer cells were immortal cells, but our body just couldn’t withstand them?

Once you followed this line of thought, then in countless Creation Myths throughout the world, the land we live on had been formed from the Creator’s own body, and his flesh and blood gave rise to all living beings on Earth.

Perhaps, we’re really the Creator’s descendants?

We have the blood of the Creator flowing in our veins?

…

In the Russian research institute.

“It can’t be. This is too much.”

“The more our spies find inside, the more scared I get. What kind of game are we playing?”

“Could Spore Evolution’s Creator, who evolves life from spores in the interdimensional courtyard, be the actual Creator? Was he the one who created our Earth?”

The more they thought about it, the more scared they got.

After all, they’ve encountered a truly frightening coincidence:

The Creator’s blood is similar to ours!

Mostly likely, the Creator had also been to Earth. Not only did he create that extremely realistic Magic World, he might have also created our world.

As they made their bold hypothesis, they began to feel a vague sense of pride.

We share the blood of the Creator? We’ve been blind to the treasure right before us all this time? Earth’s true treasure lies within the cancer cells?

It looks like we need to devote even more research funds to studying cancer!

Xhu Zhi was utterly speechless at this development.

Fine! Fine! It’s as you say!

You’re super amazing! You have the power! Whatever you say is right!

You’re my descendants, I can’t deny you! I give up, OK?

Xu Zhi leaned back on his chair and bit down on his apple. “Stop letting your imaginations run wild. I can’t take this anymore! This is my orchard, and I’m only trying to get Medusa and Ermin to create a potion that could cure my disease, OK?”

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