Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Around 8600 BC, Norway.

The descendants of western hunter-gatherers traverse broken ice on rafts, braving the bitter cold and snow to reach the other side of the fjord in search of reindeer.

The biting wind howled, like piercing blades slicing across the skin of the blue-eyed, dark-skinned people exposed beneath their animal hides, greedily licking at their body heat.

Cold mist, carrying glistening snowflakes, drifted down from the top of the fjord waterfall, landing on people's messy black hair and nails, where it slowly melted away.

The descendants of seven hunter-gatherers moored their rafts on the shore and ventured into the snow-covered edge of the forest to track the latest caribou tracks.

When the herd of reindeer came into view, the seven men split up, burying themselves deep in the snow under the birch trees, holding flint spears, and staring intently at their prey.

The deer herd is huddled together in the cold wind, relying on each other's body heat to provide a meager amount of warmth for the young in the herd.

The human silently gripped his flint spear, his body becoming one with the snowflakes, and crawled slowly towards them in the snow.

They held their breath and kept their body movements as subtle as possible to avoid being detected by their prey.

Despite this, the reindeer herd seemed to sense the danger and scattered in panic.

The sudden situation made the hunters nervous. Seeing their prey escape, they couldn't help but scramble to their feet, using the combined strength of their hands and waists to throw their spears.

Several reindeer were hit by flint spears, fell to the ground with cries of pain, and their blood stained the snow red.

The hunters couldn't help but smile; a few reindeer would be enough to keep them warm for a long time during the winter.

But the next second, a sudden tremor caused them to panic and fall to the ground.

They looked up blankly, only to witness a scene that was shattering their worldview unfolding on the other side of the mountain.

The towering mountain peak exploded, and rubble and snow were thrown into the air by some irresistible force, erupting like a snow-covered volcano releasing its immense power.

Broken boulders flew with a mournful whistling sound, landing not far from the hunters and scattering snowflakes everywhere.

A sound wave emanated from the core of the explosion, creating visible ripples in the atmosphere that spread towards the mountains and the sea.

The emerald green aurora hung high in the night sky, illuminating the snow scattered across the heavens and reflecting its magnificent colors.

An eight-legged behemoth, resembling a mountain range, appeared with a roar that seemed to come from hell. Snowstorms raged, and the magnificent aurora and dazzling starlight illuminated its towering body.

Four iron hooves, like pillars of heaven, pierced through the wind and snow, rising high and clashing against the starry sky. Their long neighs echoed through the wind and snow, reverberating across the endless sea.

A colossal, humanoid shadow sat motionless on its back, the fierce wind whipping up a corner of its yellowish veil, revealing its faintly glowing blue eyes.

He seemed equally enormous, towering like a mountain, his shadow enough to obscure the forest, but clearly different from a giant beast, he was more like a god.

He sat atop the back of an eight-legged behemoth, the spear in his hand radiating eternal brilliance, his azure gaze beneath the hood measuring the edge of the world.

The scene that greeted them horrified the descendants of hunter-gatherers in western Europe, who all knelt down in horror.

The horrifying scenes, beyond human imagination, continued to reverberate and magnify in their ignorant minds.

This supernatural power filled them with awe and worship, and in the blink of an eye, they began to associate it with all the natural disasters they had ever seen before.

As if sensing the hunter's presence, the deity cast a downcast gaze through the wind and snow, its gaze meeting the hunter's subtly awe-inspiring and horrified stare in the air.

The yellowish curtain swayed in the wind, and the snow obscured the view, preventing the hunters from seeing the deity's form, but the blue radiance under the swaying shadows pierced their hearts.

With the arrival of the gods, the wind and snow on the coast became even more intense, and the gale-force winds carried snowflakes that covered everything.

People could no longer see the god's posture; the raging wind even drowned out the roar, but the kneeling people could still feel the frenzied vibrations.

The gods have departed, and the wind and snow have calmed amidst the clamor.

The hunter's frantic heartbeat gradually calmed down, and his rapid breathing also slowed down as reason returned.

They gathered together, still shaken, to share their experience of what had just happened—a disaster unlike any they had ever faced before.

But when they approached their prey, the scene that greeted them silenced them.

A dozen meters away, a shattered boulder crashed into more than a dozen birch trees, leaving a clear path on the mountain.

Many bloodied reindeer lay scattered around, still struggling in terror as hunters approached.

The hunters looked at each other, and finally concluded that this was a gift from the gods.

...

As Titan entered the Earth's surface, the unique radiation waves of Alpha spread throughout the world.

All Titans know that a brand new Alpha-class Titan has been born and has returned to the surface.

Thus, this unique world witnessed a rare scene of prosperity belonging to the Titans.

At the same time, there were three Alphas on Earth, without causing any unrest or bloody wars for Alpha slots.

If this had happened in a much more ancient era, it would have inevitably sparked a war that affected all the Titans.

At this moment, the three Alphas tacitly acknowledged each other's existence.

...

As the Titans learned of Lunabrück's return to the surface, Lunabrück also learned where the Titans were in the world.

He could clearly see that the snakes he had once defeated were raising their heads and howling, celebrating the return of their king.

You can also see Kamazoz, who was once beaten to the brink of death and had one of his wings torn off, trembling in some dark abyss.

Longbo can sense changes in the Earth's magnetic field, how many creatures are on the verge of extinction, how many meteorites are entering Earth from deep space, and global tidal changes, among other information.

Even those Earth monsters that were different from Titans, he could see some vague and suspicious signs.

In Longbo's view, this is not only an infinite enhancement of the senses, but also the Earth's recognition of Alpha and a global sharing of information and permissions.

There are many man-made electromagnetic waves in the atmosphere, which surprised Longbo. So he looked towards the sea as he followed the direction of the electromagnetic waves.

The electromagnetic field perspective kept refreshing and zooming in, eventually transforming into a continent unfamiliar to Longbo.

During Longbo's journey to the Earth's core, the humans on the continent known as Atlantis seem to have developed a brilliant civilization with the help of a special power.

In just over two hundred years, we have entered the technological age, and our technological level is no less than that of World War I in Longbo's memory.

In that civilization, Longbo felt a slight aversion to Earth, not to human industrial civilization.

Rather, it is the extraterrestrial race that is quietly driving technological development behind the scenes and helping them achieve their goals.

Longbo took a deep look at that spot, and then continued his journey across Europe, exploring the world.