I am the Executioner Dragon, but a cute mod

Tianyuan knew about sand tables, so she wasn't shocked. However, the small world in her eyes was too detailed, so detailed that it was beyond what a sand table could achieve.

"Is this what makes Lilith so obsessed?"

Tianyuan guessed, then slowly bent down, wanting to see the things inside the small world more clearly.

As the core of the All-Japan Barrier, Tengen's focus and willpower have reached an unparalleled level. Even so, with her mental strength, she can only barely see the landscapes such as forests, rivers, and canyons.

Wild beasts and the like cannot be observed by Tianyuan's spiritual power unless they are gathered in large numbers. After all, the Pan-Continent in the small world is comparable to Australia in reality, and the ratio between the two from Tianyuan's perspective is close to 20 million times.

Even so, when Tianyuan looked at the surging river, the towering mountains, the snow-covered ice plains, and the turbulent sea, the shock in his eyes was impossible to conceal.

Because it all felt so real, so real that even Tianyuan had to admit it:

"This is an independent world, not some illusion... This is simply astonishing. Worlds are mere playthings in Lilith's hands. Just what level has her true strength reached?"

Tianyuan dared not continue thinking. Her worldview, which had been stable for over a thousand years, collapsed completely at this moment. Faced with power of this level, she knew very well what she should do.

Ignore it, don't ask, act as if nothing happened...

Before long, Lilith returned to the barrier, holding a steaming brown paper bag in one hand and a skewer of grilled meat in the other, enjoying it with relish.

Although one can use their powers to create an endless supply of snacks, life would be far too boring if one had to use their powers for everything.

Just like after suddenly becoming rich, some people choose to live a life of extreme luxury, while others choose to continue their ordinary lives. There is no right or wrong; everyone has the right to choose how to live.

After returning to the barrier, Lilith went straight to the small world. Seeing that nothing major had happened there, she felt relieved and began to enjoy the skewers while observing the Flame Tribe in the western part of the small world.

Lilith has high hopes for the Flamefire Tribe, as their development has exceeded expectations, and she is eagerly anticipating more surprises from them.

To avoid wasting time and to accelerate the development of civilization within the small world, Lilith once again used her absolute control over the small world to speed up the flow of time by a thousand times.

Then, Lilith ate her kebabs while observing the changing times:

After successfully creating writing, the knowledge that Lilith taught Yan was successfully recorded. Although a considerable amount of the knowledge was lost after being passed down orally for generations, the knowledge that remained was enough to greatly benefit the Yanhuo tribe.

Over the years, the Yanhuo tribe has continued to grow stronger. In the era before written language, in order to pass on knowledge, they created the earliest school system, allowing the tribe's wise men to teach the next generation.

In addition, the Flamefire tribe successfully learned how to smelt metals. With the help of bronze, the people of the Flamefire tribe were no longer afraid of wild beasts and even began to hunt wild beasts on a large scale.

In order to provide a stable and high-quality food supply, they began to raise livestock and intentionally cultivated fruit trees and edible plants.

As their survival stabilized, the number of people in the Flamefire Tribe grew rapidly, quickly reaching tens of thousands.

Logically speaking, a tribe cannot support so many people. Once the number exceeds a certain limit, the tribe will split up and the two sides will go their separate ways.

However, the Flamefire Tribe had ample food supplies, so there was no need to split into two tribes. More and more houses were built outwards from the original Flamefire Tribe address, and eventually, it became a sizable complex, showing signs of becoming the first country in the small world.

However... things reach their extremes and then reverse; prosperity leads to decline.

After the tenth generation chieftain was selected, the ape who was not chosen was dissatisfied. He did not understand why the ninth generation chieftain did not choose him when his talents were clearly no worse than others.

The more the ape-man thought about it, the angrier he became. His jealousy and anger grew wildly, and in order to seize the position of chieftain, he began to cultivate his own power.

Finally, on the day the tenth chieftain took office, he led five hundred ape-men wielding bronze spears into the heart of the tribe, forcibly killed the tenth chieftain, and declared:

"The tenth clan chief died unexpectedly. From this day forward, I will be the eleventh clan chief."

Such violent acts quickly aroused dissatisfaction among most people in the Flamefire Tribe. The eleventh chieftain's killing of the tenth chieftain and seizure of the chieftain's position was not legitimate at all; it was usurpation and treason.

In response to these discontented voices, the eleventh patriarch chose to suppress them with force.

From this point on, the prosperity of the tribal era came to an end. The Flame Tribe split into two parts: the first part was the Flame Tribe, which accepted the rule of the eleventh chieftain, and the second part was the Fire Tribe, which opposed the rule of the eleventh chieftain.

The two sides then engaged in a war that lasted for several years. In order to defend against each other's offensives, they began to build city walls around their territories, thus ushering in the city-state era...

Outside the world, Lilith was puzzled to see the Flamefire Tribe split into two city-states. She couldn't understand why the eleventh chieftain would be jealous of the tenth chieftain and cause the vast Flamefire Tribe to be divided into two parts. Calling him a sinner wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Do you have to become the clan leader to prove yourself?

Lilith didn't understand and sensed something was amiss. She focused her mind and began to examine the body of the eleventh patriarch. What she saw shocked her.

Because, they could sense an incredibly familiar negative energy around the eleventh patriarch—it was curse power, the curse power of the world of curses.

[Was this a result of me creating life using bacteria from the world of magic? Well, it's not such a bad thing after all...]

Lilith stared at the negative energy generated by the tenth patriarch due to negative emotions such as jealousy and rage. This thing was similar in nature to curse power, but it was slightly different from the curse power in the world of curse magic.

Lilith had already planned to introduce extraordinary power into the small world, and the presence of negative energy actually saved her some trouble.

Chapter 152: God, may I live a few more years?

The ruler of the Yan tribe is called Feng Zuo, a name derived from the great wind that blew when he was born. It was because of that wind that he believed himself to be a special kind of person from a young age.

He grew up listening to the stories of the first chieftain of the Flame Tribe and greatly admired Yan. He wanted to become like Yan and also wanted to be the wind that helped the flames grow.

Feng fought for this, dedicating almost his entire life to it, and for this goal, he put in more effort than his fellow tribesmen.

His efforts were evident to all; the ninth patriarch even took him on as a student. He thought that from then on, he would get closer and closer to his dream and to the Flame Clan. However, during a visit to the ninth patriarch, he overheard a conversation between the patriarch and his offspring. The patriarch said:

“Child, you are the future tenth clan leader. You can’t continue to slack off like this. Look at Feng. If you could put in half the effort he does, I would feel at ease entrusting the tribe to you…”

Feng couldn't remember what was said after that, but how could he, being so clever, not understand the meaning behind those words? The candidate for the tenth patriarch had been decided long ago. The position, which should have been held by the most capable, was ultimately tied to bloodline.

Feng clenched his fists, feeling that this was a desecration of Yan. These guys who treated Yan's legacy as their personal property were no longer worthy of their positions.

From that day on, the hardworking and diligent child underwent a dramatic change in temperament. He no longer devoted himself to knowledge as before, but instead spent his days thinking about how to develop his own power.

At first, he didn't know how to tell the truth, so he sought out like-minded companions one by one. He found them and gathered them together. In a secret meeting, Feng stood on a high place and angrily denounced the ninth patriarch's dirty deeds:

"Perhaps at the beginning, the chieftain existed to strengthen the tribe, but generation after generation, those with impure intentions began to rise to power. Although they made contributions, it is undeniable that they used their positions to seek privileges for their families."

It is wrong for their families to receive more food and better treatment without doing anything; it is a desecration of Yan!

And now, they've even set their sights on the succession to the clan chieftainship… Unforgivable!

After Feng finished speaking, a chorus of cheers rose from below. These were people he had recruited one by one, who had either experienced or knew of the clan leader's despicable behavior, and they wholeheartedly agreed with Feng's point of view.

In order to protect Yan and the legacy he left behind, they all chose to follow the wind and prevent the position of clan leader from being tainted.

They conserved their strength, waiting for the right moment to strike, until the tenth clan chief took office, at which point they knew they could no longer wait.

Feng led five hundred companions wielding bronze spears into the core area, and personally pierced the chest of the tenth patriarch with his spear. Looking at the dead tenth patriarch, he breathed with an unexpected calm.

He finally protected Yan's legacy, even though the methods were wrong, but it was necessary!

From then on, Feng became the eleventh clan chief, but most of the people in the Flamefire tribe chose to defect because of the illegitimacy of his rise to power and regarded him as an enemy.

Feng had no choice but to build city walls, train an army, and vigorously develop metal smelting technology in order to protect the tribe.

Under his rule, the Flame Tribe became stronger than ever before, and its military power steadily suppressed the Fire Tribe. He had many opportunities to directly annihilate the Fire Tribe, but he did not do so because he believed that these people were still his comrades and that all he needed to do was explain things to them.

This situation continued for several years until Feng, whose body was gradually aging, became uneasy. His gaze swept over the hunched-over old people on the street, his eyes filled with fear of death.

There was still so much he wanted to do. He didn't want to die, so in his later years, he began frantically searching for the deity he had encountered in Yan Meng's dream, as recorded in the bone plate. He built an altar and set up a sacrificial day every month.

Even after doing all that, the gods did not appear, and Feng's life continued to slip away at a visible rate. In the end, he was too old to even walk and could only lie in bed.

He reflected on his short life, from being diligent and eager to learn at the beginning, to cultivating his power after learning the truth, and then becoming the eleventh patriarch.

In his short life, he experienced a lot, and the more he experienced, the more he wanted to live longer.

Given the short lifespan of ape-men, he simply couldn't make arrangements for his affairs after death, nor could he entrust the Yan tribe to a successor with peace of mind.

In a daze, a blurry outline appeared before Feng's eyes. Although he didn't know what it was, he vaguely sensed that it was what he was pursuing. He reached out his hand and said to himself:

"God, could you let me live a few more years?"

There was no response; the outline was merely the manifestation of the wind's obsession, not a deity, nor Lilith.

But the wind was not troubled by this; it closed its eyes and sighed softly:

"If it doesn't work, then forget it..."

Not long after, Feng died. The new clan leader was an eight-year-old child who, despite his young age, was much more mature than his peers.

He greatly respected the wind that ushered in the city-state era, but his views on the fire tribe differed from the wind's.

He believed that since they were enemies, they should be eliminated. We should not be lenient just because they were once allies. Weapons are for protecting the present, not the past.

So, after the new chieftain took office, in order to formally wage war against the Fire Tribe and to sever ties with it, he renamed the Flame Tribe to Iz City. Iz, in the ape-man's language, is a transliteration of Flame.

Three years later, the Fire Tribe was completely wiped out by Iz City, and under the leadership of its new chieftain, Iz City began a period of peaceful development, where the seeds of civilization began to sprout...

Seeing this, Lilith couldn't help but marvel. From obtaining fire from the ape tribe to transforming their ruling structure into city-states, it hadn't even been a century. The apes hadn't even lost their fur; it was practically a planetary rise.

Even so, it doesn't prevent Iz City from becoming the strongest armed force in the small world. With Iz City's strength, it could almost sweep through the small world, but that won't do.

Lilith wants to create extraordinary individuals like sorcerers among the ape-men in the small world. To give birth to sorcerers, an environment with abundant magical power must be created.

To achieve this goal, allowing the ape-men to develop peacefully was definitely not an option. To provoke them, Lilith used her powers to add a new rule to the small world:

Apart from apes and insects, all wild animals have a 0.1% chance of becoming a specialized species during embryonic development. They are perpetually hungry from birth, their size is no longer limited, and they continue to grow until the moment before they die.

This opponent is limited to the category of "beasts," which is not enough to make Iz City disappear from the small world, but it is enough to make the people living in Iz City live in dire straits and constantly produce curse power.

After doing all that, Lilith took a bite of a skewer, leaving red oil stains on the corner of her mouth, but she ignored it and instead watched with delight as Iz City's future developments unfolded...

Chapter 153: Specialized Species

After Lilith modified the rules of the small world, the small world underwent a tremendous change. According to her observations, apart from apes and insects, about 50 billion new lives are born every day in the small world, including all kinds of beasts, birds, and fish.

Of these new lives, approximately fifty million are born as specialized species.

However, even specialized species are extremely weak in their early years, and because they are born with an inescapable hunger, mothers often abandon their cubs, thinking they are sick.

Most of the juvenile specialized species that lack the ability to hunt die quietly. After several rounds of elimination, only 15,000 out of 50 million specialized species successfully grow up, and the vast majority of them live in the deep sea or remote mountains.

Years passed, and Iz City still did not discover the existence of these specialized species. On the contrary, the city-state structure became more and more stable during these years of consolidation.

The leader of Iz City, King Iz, inherited the will of the wind and created currency, allowing the city's residents to trade freely and establishing the initial trade system.

Under his rule, Iz City flourished, but this prosperity was destined to be short-lived under the shadow of the specialized species.

It is unclear when it started, but hunters from Iz City who went out hunting have been disappearing frequently. This in itself is not unusual, as hunting always carries risks. However, the number of disappearances this time far exceeds that of the past, and has even attracted the attention of the King of Iz.

At first, King Iz didn't pay too much attention, since it was not uncommon for hunters to be killed by wild animals. Perhaps the migration of nearby herds had attracted more predators.

He ordered the hunters not to leave the city for the time being, while symbolically sending out a squad of soldiers to search for the missing.

A few days later, the soldiers returned, their spirits completely different from when they left the city. They were carried back, their bodies discovered by hunters who had gone out hunting. They rushed back to the city to report the news.

At first, no one believed it. The soldiers were well-equipped and had considerable combat power. Even if they faced a ferocious beast, they would not necessarily win, but they would certainly not be wiped out.

It wasn't until the hunter pulled out a severely twisted and deformed helmet that people realized it might be true. They immediately rushed to the place the hunter had mentioned and indeed found the bodies.