This new world, according to the reports of the Nightwatchers, was nearly twice the size of the former Earth. It was divided into five great nations, each constantly at war with the others. The place Rahul had entered was part of a country known as Visionary, home to a population of over one billion.
Overall, this world was of a higher nature than the last one—slightly more advanced—and together, the five nations held a combined population of nearly four to five billion. The inhabitants were humanoid in form but distinctly alien. They stood more than two meters tall, with smooth blue skin and blue blood. Their faces bore no hair, no eyebrows, and no noses; instead, they had a wide mouth, two eyes like humans, and a third eye in the center of their forehead. Their ears were present but strangely shaped, flattened against their heads.
Rahul decided to name these creatures Blue Sapiens. Though humanoid in shape, they were far from human in their behavior. The Blue Sapiens were locked in constant tribal and national warfare, always striving to dominate one another.
Their bodies were powerful—densely muscled, resilient, and naturally adapted for combat. Even without weapons, they could tear apart most foes. But they were not without intelligence; over centuries, they had developed weapons that resembled those of Earth's 1700s. Crude yet deadly iron swords, heavy longbows capable of piercing armor, and early forms of siege weaponry like ballistae and crude cannons were already in use.
With their raw strength combined with these tools of war, the Blue Sapiens were a lethal species. To Rahul, however, they were not warriors—they were potential test subjects. He looked at their endless wars and thought coldly, "Such a destructive race will be perfect for my specimens. Their blood and bodies will tell me how far my creation can evolve."
Rahul soon uncovered another layer of this world's complexity: the mysterious Zhikovs. Yes the main world species who are in charge of this world .These beings were unlike the Blue Sapiens. They did not rule openly with armies or chains. Instead, they operated like angels, appearing rarely, always from the skies, cloaked in brilliance and mystery.
The Zhikovs had perfected the art of control without conquest. For decades, they had been engineering conflict among the Blue Sapiens, whispering to kings and warlords, inciting rivalries, and feeding ancient grudges. Whenever one country gained too much power, a new "vision" from the Zhikovs would push its neighbors into war, keeping the entire population fractured and exhausted.
By controlling the higher echelons—the priests, the generals, the monarchs—the Zhikovs had effectively enslaved the world without the Blue Sapiens even realizing it. They were seen as divine messengers, their commands unquestioned, their appearances celebrated as omens.
Rahul noted all this with a calculating smile. "Perfect," he thought. "They've done the work for me. A divided, war-torn species under the illusion of divine rule—no better testing ground could exist."
The mysterious Zhikovs had also emerged as a mid-level species in the main world, positioned below the Orcs in terms of dominance. While the Orcs had long held sway over the region, the Zhikovs were formidable in their own right. Their flight capabilities and powerful physiques made them a force to be reckoned with, and over time they had carved out their own territories, separate from the Orcs, in the main world.
Rahul wanted to elevate the standing of humanity in the main world. He had already taken the first steps, fully aware that it would take time before humanity's position could truly improve. Until then, he planned to work from the shadows, gradually consolidating control and influence over human affairs in the main world.
Since humanity's position was very low in the main world, Rahul was not fully aware of most aspects of this world. The landmass was so vast that gathering complete information was nearly impossible. For now, he only had knowledge of the species that resided near human settlements, categorizing them broadly as strong or weak.
Rahul refused to strike at those nearby species directly. He could have unleashed his specimens, but he knew how fragile humanity truly was — other races would simply use humans as cannon fodder, and the people he meant to uplift would be the ones who suffered. That was why he held back: he hadn't yet produced the right kind of specimen. He didn't want another virus that only killed or scattered populations. What he wanted was something different — a tool that could undermine the foundations of rival species (their infrastructure, cohesion, or dominance) without annihilating humanity in the process. In short, he needed a new, more surgical approach that would buy time for humans to grow stronger.
Removing all these thoughts of main world Rahul decided to focus on his work on this world . After getting a basic idea he decided to first visit his lab and see the condition there and make changes accordingly if required.