The gears of civilization began to turn slowly, Sunday noticed, and as humans mastered metalworking technology, the size of the tribes also quietly expanded.

Due to the upgrading of production tools, living areas and houses have also been greatly improved, and rattan baskets are used to store grain.

And these grains were also the result of Sunday's secret guidance. He caused a hardy weed to mutate along the river, and the ears became full and juicy.

"Farming..."

On Sunday, looking at the figures bending over to work in the fields, I recalled the origins of ancient civilization that I had read in family archives when I was a child.

Everything was moving in a good direction, but what he didn't expect was that the beginning of order would always be accompanied by conflict.

The Bronze Blade was first stained with the blood of its own kind when a fight broke out between two neighboring tribes over a fertile river valley.

Sunday's consciousness swept across the battlefield and saw the victors tying their captives to stakes while the priests raised bronze axes engraved with runes, preparing to perform some kind of sacrificial ceremony.

Although Sunday did not appear in the consciousness of these humans this time, signs of religion and faith still appeared in the natural development process of human beings, but this was not what he wanted to see.

"Conflicts arise from material scarcity. In this case..." Sunday quickly came up with a strategy. He made the soil and water around these tribes more fertile and the resources extremely abundant, so people didn't have to worry about food and drink at all.

Conflicts over land were quickly resolved, and all tribes entered a period of rapid development.

Soon, a new conflict broke out again, this time over the ruling ideology.

Every tribe hopes that they are the masters of this land and other tribes are only worthy of being slaves.

Sunday quickly understood the thinking of these primitive humans and scoffed at their idea of ​​rule, which made him even more disdainful of the practice of ruling factions.

"Forget it, appropriate disputes and killings can also promote the development of human society." This time, Sunday did not intend to intervene. Perhaps he still did not realize in his heart that he just wanted to create a paradise in his own opinion, but the humans in this paradise must be in line with his wishes.

In other words, these barbaric primitive humans will not be the humans in the Sunday ideal paradise. They still need to evolve and at least be called a civilized society.

……

Judging that there would not be any major problems in the development of mankind, Sunday fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind. When he woke up again, earth-shaking changes had taken place on the planet.

The tribes disappeared, humans finally established a country, and their numbers increased dramatically.

However, the conflicts did not stop as humans entered the new society; instead, they intensified.

The differences in culture, customs, etc. brought about by the large number of countries led to endless wars. A fierce war broke out every once in a while, making the whole world turbulent.

At this time, Sunday's attention was attracted by a person who had lost his home and loved ones because of the war. So he led a group of people to launch a resistance, trying to completely end this chaotic world situation.

Originally, Sunday didn't care about this person. After all, in the entire chaotic continent, there were actually a lot of such people and forces. They were popping up like mushrooms after a rain, and would soon be wiped out.

However, as time passed, Sunday discovered that the other party was actually very powerful and had very good luck. He soon overthrew the original ruler of the country and became the new king.

And after becoming king, this man did not indulge in pleasure. Instead, he worked hard to govern his country with all his heart, which brought about great changes in the domestic environment.

Sunday observed this man for a long time, and after confirming that he was capable enough to end the chaos in this world and get human development back on track, he appeared in this man's dream.

"I am the God of this world." Sunday looked at the man named Xiaobai and stated his identity and purpose.

This time he will use his divine power to grant Xiaobai enough strength, which will help him unify the entire world, allow people's cultural customs to be integrated, seek common ground while reserving differences, and completely end this situation of chaos and constant disputes.

Since we are all human beings, we should live in a beautiful paradise.

Soon, the dream ended. King Xiaobai of Country A did not take it seriously at first and thought he had just had an extremely real dream.

But not long after, he discovered that his body, which had been injured but not completely healed, had become extremely relaxed, as if invisible shackles had been removed, and his strength had increased several times more than before.

More importantly, the Sword of Dawn, which represented order and had only appeared in his dreams, was now placed in front of his bed.

This is not a dream, gods really exist!

King Xiaobai was surprised for a moment and then suddenly became overjoyed. The gods came to him on their own initiative and gave him a powerful body and divine power. Didn’t they want him to completely unify the world and eliminate disputes?

Next, Country A began preparing for war, and King Xiaobai personally led his troops to the battle.

His bravery and the indestructible Sword of Dawn left a deep impression on others. The news of the God's spokesperson was also spread to other countries under deliberate guidance. Soon, one country after another began to surrender and incorporate their territories into the territory of Country A.

In just a few years, all human countries were conquered by Xiaobai, and now there is only one country left on the entire planet.

At this time, Xiaobai is young and strong. Although he has unified the human kingdom, he is not satisfied with this. While enjoying life, he is also ready to explore the unknown parts of the world.

Of course, Xiaobai did not forget the god who guided him in the past. He built statues of the god in various places according to the appearance of the god he saw in his dream.

With the whole country's efforts, Country A has a deeper understanding of the world, its territory continues to expand, and it has developed in many different directions.

Time passed day by day, and finally, King Xiaobai grew old.

Today, he is no longer as brave and strong as he was when he was young. Not only is his body very weak, but the fear of death is like a nightmare that lingers in Xiaobai's heart.

But the Sword of Dawn is still as bright as new, and has not changed at all after decades.

"God, when can I see you again?" The desire for life made Xiaobai start to pray, hoping to see the god of his youth again, begging him to give him a hundred years of life, no, just fifty years would be enough.

At this time, Sunday had just woken up from a deep sleep and felt the divine power in his body increasing again. He knew that there must be new changes on the planet, and he also noticed Xiaobai's prayers.

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