That night, the moon hung high and bright beyond Adamopolis.
And with a thunderous laugh echoing through the wilderness,the oldest, most comprehensive, and most brutally effective military doctrine in human history was born.
Thus, yet another title was added to the already glittering list attached to Adam's name—
The Great Military Strategist.
The walls of the city were tall, but walls had never been a real obstacle to Adam.
After skillfully luring the enemy's main force away, he casually doubled back and dealt with the one being who had mentally checked out from the start—the angel Irina.
A little persuasion.A little emotional leverage.
Soon enough, the soft-hearted angel agreed to help.
She slipped into the city and quietly opened the western gate.
Meanwhile, Adam executed another classic diversion.
He sent a dozen men crawling into distant bushes, ordering them to hurl stones at the far end of the wall with all their strength.
Shouts erupted.Gunfire crackled along the battlements.
Moments later, chaos spread to the western gate.
Adam smiled.
Another trick had worked.
He immediately led the waiting force straight toward the entrance.
Inside the gate, Irina hovered midair, holding the massive doors apart while three bewildered guards stared up helplessly.
Adam didn't waste a word.
He squeezed through first.
The guards were ignored entirely—his men rushed in behind him and tied them up within seconds.
Within minutes, over a hundred soldiers had entered the city.
"Damn it all!" Adam roared—the most foul-mouthed emperor in recorded history.
He led his immortal, primitive army straight up the city wall.
No prolonged fighting.No pointless entanglement.
Groups of three or five simply grabbed anyone they saw and hurled them over the edge.
"Casualties aren't the goal," Adam shouted."Victory is. Buy me time to take the main castle!"
In less than an hour, all four gates were sealed.
Every defender on the walls had been thrown outside.
The enemy's main force hadn't even made it back yet.
Adam left fifty men behind to hold the walls and stationed Irina as a messenger.
The rest followed him deeper into the city.
"Target!" Adam raised his club and bellowed."Eve's castle!"
"Loot it!" the men screamed back.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Adam snapped.
He wanted a swift, surgical strike.
Instead, his freshly victorious troops—a pack of barely disciplined primitives—lost their minds.
Eyes gleaming, they scattered the moment they entered the city, swarming houses like raiders, chasing screaming women hiding behind windows.
Adam felt his temples throb.
God-tier enemies were manageable.Pig-tier teammates were not.
Human ugliness, once unleashed, was hard to rein in—even for a living god.
With no time to fix everything, Adam left a few reliable men behind to restore order and rushed toward the castle with a handful of loyalists.
Fortunately, the castle itself was nearly undefended.
They broke through effortlessly.
High above, in a tower chamber, Eve watched the chaos below.
She glanced at the burly warrior standing behind her and sighed.
"It seems we've been outplayed," she said quietly."Adam isn't as easy to deal with as we thought."
"We will fight to the end," said the man known as Blaze Thirteen, clenching his fists.
Eve didn't bother responding.
Such words were for crowds, not for decision-makers.
Fighting to the end meant nothing.
Winning was what mattered.
Moments later, Adam burst into the room with only a few men.
In the confusion, Blaze Thirteen was swiftly bundled up and tossed straight off the balcony.
The others retreated, shutting the door behind them.
Only Adam and Eve remained.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Adam asked, panting.
He looked wrecked—clothes torn, hair wild, blood at the corner of his mouth, eyes red with fury.
Eve, by contrast, sat elegantly at the table, sipping tea and gazing at the stars beyond the balcony.
"Nothing special," she said softly."Maybe you should ask what your people want."
Adam grabbed the documents from the table, skimmed them, then slammed them down.
"You signed papers supporting their coup."
"They forced you too," she replied calmly."You were just more stubborn about it. Surely you don't expect a woman to resist the same way."
She turned to face him.
"I don't like the society you built. I wanted reforms. They liked my ideas. That doesn't make me guilty, does it?"
Adam laughed coldly.
Without her guidance, they wouldn't even know what words to use.The language in these documents was far too modern.
"So you backed a coup," he said.
"I tested a choice," Eve answered."Should humanity be ruled by one man—or negotiated by two?"
That arrogance crossed the line.
"And now?" Adam asked flatly.
"Now we talk," Eve smiled."About humanity's future."
She gestured gracefully to a second cup of tea prepared beside her.
Confident.Composed.
"I ruled alone for twenty years," Adam said, sitting down and draining the tea in one gulp.
"Now you want a share."
He leaned forward, eyes dark.
"Give me a reason."
"I'm a science major," Eve said lightly."I can accelerate technology. Improve education. Transform society."
"Would you really refuse to work with me?"
"Yes," Adam snapped, standing abruptly.
She flinched.
"And I might detain you for what you did today," he continued coldly."Competence without obedience is a disaster. People like you need to be handled early."
He smiled—slow, dangerous.
"You wouldn't dare," Eve whispered."I have thousands of supporters."
"That's easy," Adam chuckled."I'll adopt your policies publicly. Give them everything they want."
"And tomorrow—who do you think they'll remember?"
Color drained from Eve's face.
This wasn't her old world.And Adam wasn't bound by old rules.
Twenty years of absolute power had stripped him of hesitation.
Her earlier misjudgment—born from his initial restraint—now revealed its cost.
"Think carefully," Adam said, stepping closer."About how you plan to calm my anger."
Not about humanity.Not tonight.
Eve's heart raced.
Adam moved slowly—deliberately—stretching the moment.
"Don't," she cried, backing away, throwing whatever she could grab.
The door was locked.
Tears fell.
Insults.Panic.Desperation.
None of it mattered.
As the battered, bloodstained man closed in, Eve finally understood—
Challenging Adam had been a catastrophic mistake.
And there was no escape from what came next.