Lu Zhiyu sat on the divine throne of the Creator. He seemed to have aquired another perspective at that moment. He watched the birth and development of the whole of Maria's World, the birth and death of every being and race.
He saw an albino bear running on the grassland, the mouse-people trying to catch prey with a stone spear, the traces of life gradually appearing in the ocean. He saw the growth of all things, the reproduction of life, the birth of civilization. It was a world full of vitality.
And then, he saw himself.
It was the first time he had set foot in Maria's World. At that time, he was only twenty years old, young and immature. He'd first appeared on a hillside on the Red River Plains. At that time, the orcs were only mouse-people and human beings hadn't appeared. He was just an ordinary person then, a vulnerable, ordinary person who could only live for less than 100 years. A fragile life that could be extinguished so easily.