Leon hovered in the void above his newborn world, watching as the Astralians took their first steps into existence. They were humanoid, yet more refined—taller, stronger, and imbued with an innate connection to the world around them.
Their glowing eyes reflected intelligence, curiosity, and something deeper—an instinctual reverence toward the sky. They could sense him, their creator, their god.
Yet despite their potential, they were fragile. They had no tools, no shelter, no understanding of their purpose. If left alone, they might fall to nature's cruelty before they even had a chance to evolve.
Leon clenched his fist. No. They will not suffer. They will rise.
His interface flickered.
───[First Civilization Progress: 0%]───
Population: 1,000 Astralians
Knowledge Level: Primitive
Society Structure: None
Worship: None
[Warning: Without guidance, civilization may collapse.]
Leon narrowed his eyes. He could not simply create and abandon them. He had to guide them, at least in the beginning.
"I will speak to them."
With a mere thought, his voice echoed across the world, not as words, but as divine revelation—a presence that burned into their very souls.
"Children of Astralis, hear my voice."
The Astralians froze. Their glowing eyes widened as they fell to their knees, clutching their chests in awe and reverence. Some trembled, others wept—instinctively knowing that the one speaking to them was not of their world.
"I am your Creator, the Supreme Administrator of this world. You were born of my will, formed from the divine energy of existence itself.
This land is yours—to build, to shape, to rule. But only if you prove yourselves worthy."
The revelation engraved itself into their souls. For them, this was not just a voice—it was the very fabric of truth. Their god had spoken, and his words were law.
Then, the system flickered.
───[New Civilization Trait Acquired: Divine Faith]───
➤ The Astralians are now bound to the Supreme Administrator's will. Their civilization will naturally develop in accordance with his guidance.
Leon smirked. This was good. With faith came order. With order came progress.
But he wasn't finished.
With another command, he descended his will upon the world, forming a projection of himself in the skies above. A colossal figure, radiant and golden, loomed over the land. It had no distinct features, just a vast presence—an undeniable manifestation of divine power.
The Astralians gasped, their primitive minds struggling to comprehend what they were witnessing.
"Build. Learn. Survive. I shall grant my first blessing to those who prove their worth."
With that, Leon raised his hand and willed a sacred flame into existence. It descended from the heavens, landing in the heart of their land—a single, eternal fire that would never fade.
[Divine Blessing Created: The Everflame]
➤ A sacred fire that grants warmth, protection, and the knowledge of fire manipulation to the Astralians.
The moment it appeared, the Astralians instinctively understood its power. Some hesitated, afraid, while others—bolder and more attuned to their elemental affinity—stepped forward, reaching out.
A young Astralian with golden eyes was the first to touch the flame. The moment his fingers met the fire, a surge of power rushed through him. His body glowed faintly as his mind was flooded with understanding.
He turned to his people, eyes blazing.
And then he spoke the first words in Astralian history.
"The fire is a gift! A gift from the Creator! We must use it!"
For the first time, they were no longer just primitive beings wandering an empty world.
They had knowledge. They had purpose.
They had faith.
───[Civilization Progress: 5%]───
Worship Established: Yes
First Invention: Fire Mastery
Leadership Potential Detected: Astralian Tribal Leader Emerging
Leon watched from above, satisfied. His people had taken their first step. But this was just the beginning.
"Now… let's see how far they can grow."
The Birth of Civilization
Leon observed from the void as his first creation—The Astralians—gathered around the Everflame, their glowing eyes filled with reverence. They had taken their first step toward civilization, but there was still much to be done.
The world he had created was vast and untamed. If they remained huddled around a single fire, they would never grow. They needed shelter, food, tools—they needed knowledge.
The system flickered.
───[Civilization Progress: 5%]───
Basic Survival: Fire Established
Leadership: Forming
Threat Level: Moderate
Leon's gaze sharpened. Threat level? He expanded the interface and saw a new notification.
[Hostile Entities Detected]
➤ Unknown Creatures Spawning in the Outer Wilds
➤ No Defense Structures Present
His world was beginning to develop its natural order. But with creation came predators, born from the same energy that had shaped the land.
If left unchecked, his fledgling civilization could be wiped out before they even learned how to hold a weapon.
Leon's expression darkened. That won't happen.
The First Trial
The Astralians, unaware of the danger looming beyond their lands, had begun to organize themselves. The golden-eyed Astralian who first touched the Everflame had become an unspoken leader.
Leon could hear his voice—primitive, yet filled with conviction.
"We must build. The Creator has given us fire, but fire alone will not protect us."
The others murmured in agreement. They lacked knowledge, but they understood one thing: they had to survive.
Leon nodded in approval. Good. But knowledge must be earned.
With a flick of his will, he accessed the Administrator's Command Console and placed a single divine revelation into the leader's mind.
[Revelation Granted: The Concept of Tools]
The golden-eyed Astralian gasped as a vision filled his mind—stones being sharpened into blades, wood being shaped into spears. He fell to his knees, trembling from the weight of knowledge.
The others rushed to him. "What happened?"
He clutched his head, breathing heavily. "I… I have seen the will of the Creator. He has shown me how to fight."
The system flickered.
───[Civilization Progress: 12%]───
Technological Leap: Basic Weapons Discovered
Survival Chance Increased
Leon smirked. Now, let's see if you can use it.
The Coming Darkness
As night fell, the world grew silent. The Everflame cast flickering shadows across the land, and the Astralians huddled close to its warmth.
Then, the howls began.
Low, guttural growls echoed through the darkness. From the treelines emerged creatures—twisted beasts formed from raw, unrefined energy, their eyes glowing with hunger.
The first predators of the world had arrived.
The Astralians froze in terror. They had never known fear before—but now, it gripped their hearts.
Leon watched, his gaze unreadable. Would they run? Would they fight? This was their first true test.
The golden-eyed leader's hands clenched. He grabbed a sharpened rock, his mind racing. The Creator gave us fire. The Creator gave us weapons. We must not cower.
With a roar, he charged forward.
The system flickered.
───[First Battle in Civilization History Initiated]───
Leader Title Unlocked: "First Warrior"
Astralians' Instincts Awakening
The other Astralians hesitated for only a moment before something awoke within them—the primal will to fight, to survive.
They grabbed makeshift weapons, following their leader into battle.
Blood was spilled for the first time in history.
The beasts were savage, but the Astralians fought with purpose, with conviction.
One by one, the creatures fell. And when the last beast was slain, silence returned.
The Astralians stood victorious, their hands covered in blood, their hearts pounding. But they did not tremble in fear.
They had overcome.
Leon smiled. "Well done."
───[Civilization Progress: 20%]───
First Battle Won
Martial Instincts Unlocked
The Age of Warriors Has Begun
As dawn broke, the Astralians stood stronger than before. They had fought for their survival and won.
Leon's voice echoed once more.
"You have proven yourselves worthy. Now, rise… and build your empire."