Let's rewind to when Adam first transmigrated. Faced with a deserted Eden and a love life that didn't exist even in his imagination, he went completely insane.
As the saying goes: a desperate dog digs holes. A desperate man? He rams his head against walls.
Adam had done it all. Attempted to seduce angels. Tricked Lucifer into eating the apple. Corrupted angels and demons alike. Slept with a divine messenger and fathered an elf daughter. And ultimately, he'd caused the bloodline chaos that now threatened to wipe out everything he cared about.
God had declared judgment. Only Adam, Eve, and the animals and plants He personally created were spared. Humans, fallen angels, demons, and mixed-blood children? All marked for extinction.
No man with a shred of pride could accept that. Adam began counting allies. Time to go all-in. Burn the boats. No turning back.
"Get me Grey and Pax!"
Grey, leader of the guardian angels, had eaten the apple, taken human form, and fathered a dark elf son. Pax, leader of the tempter demons, had scattered his essence into the seas, becoming father to a strange array of hybrids.
Soon, the three titans of the human realm gathered. Negotiations began that would shape history.
Pax, ever hot-headed, grinned. "I'll rally Hell. We could storm Heaven. But Adam, you'll need a letter—I can't guarantee Lucifer will cooperate."
Grey, refined yet foul-mouthed since eating the apple, shot back: "Screw your mom! What if we lose? You think you're still an angel?"
"You think I care?" Pax growled. "I'll brawl you into the next dimension if you try me!"
Adam slammed the table. "Enough! I didn't call you here to bicker." He placed the crystal stone God left on the table. "Explain this."
The two leaned in.
Pax scowled. "Annoying."
Grey examined it calmly. "Powerful energy. This should go on the ark to resist the flood."
Adam nodded. "Then it's settled. Build the biggest ark possible. When the time comes, we all board together."
The flood—God's apocalypse—was coming. Not even angels and demons could resist it. The ark had to be perfect.
History called it Noah's Ark, bigger than an aircraft carrier, made of wood, capable of surviving a flood that even immortals couldn't resist. Ridiculous? Absolutely. But in a mythological world, logic was optional. Divine power always had the last word.
Humans and hybrids could not leave Eden directly. The ark was the only lifeboat.
Word spread quickly. Unlike the biblical account, nobody doubted Adam's command. Every creature, human and hybrid alike, dropped everything and began building.
This ark was different: metal, 1,500 meters long, 500 wide, 700 tall. Impossible by human standards, but the crystal made miracles possible. Within its range, science faltered and miracles prevailed.
One month later, after nearly forty years of cumulative technology, the ark was ready. All intelligent beings—fallen angels, demons, humans—boarded. The vast interior was cramped; storage for food and necessities limited.
Then the flood arrived.
Not rain, not storms. Mountains rose, only to be pulverized by towering water columns. Rifts opened in the sky, spewing endless torrents. The earth became a muddy wash under cleansing divine waters.
Inside the ark, the occupants clung to railings as the vessel rocked violently.
"If only this ship could fly!" Adam shouted, gripping the railing.
The crystal blazed with brilliant light. Metal groaned. And with an ear-splitting screech, the ark lifted into the sky.
"Holy shit! What's happening?!" chaos erupted.
Adam, barely maintaining his balance, stared at the rifts above. "Pax… if the rifts don't immediately pour water, can we slip through Eden and reach Hell?"
Pax furrowed his non-existent eyebrows. "Should be possible… if the angels don't stop us."
Adam's gaze turned icy, locking onto Pax. "No. I meant—whether they can stop us."
For a moment, even the demon felt the weight of Adam's will. The ark was airborne, the flood raging below, and only Adam could dictate who survived.