We were born at the hands of those who created the zào.

Countless years ago, the almighty creator came to this land, it found that the world was in chaos, and there were terrible monsters rampant everywhere, seeing this world, the creator felt sad, and it wanted the world to become more vibrant, so it used earth, stone slurry, and water to create a qiē something that could move.

It creates the island with stone slurry, moistens it with water, plants grow on it, and the creator solidifies the remaining stone slurry to form stones, some of which become various shapes, and they move, forming all kinds of creatures, while some of them remain stones, and they are in an eternal and immobile state.

And in the end, the creator of the zào made us out of the clay, it sprinkled its own blood on the mud, giving us the power of life, and the creator of the zào then changed the world, it drove away the monsters that ran rampant on the earth, so that we could live in peace, and then the creator of the zào left, it was tired and needed to rest.

However, because we are shaped by clay, we are more vulnerable than other creatures, and our race is attacked by various creatures and is on the verge of extinction.

However, we have the advantage of being the creator of the zào, we have inherited the wisdom of the creator, we have used the unchanging stones to build houses, we have made weapons, we have gathered together, we have driven out other creatures, and we have created our own ...... Home, this is probably what the creator of zào expects.

We thrive in the world of the creators, we win again and again, we grow in number, and in the end. We became the kings of this world.

We founded our city. We have chosen the member closest to the one who created the zào, 'Minos', to be our leader. It has led us to an era of prosperity, where we grow plants and nurture living things, which gives us an endless supply of food......

However, there are also members of our race who are too stupid to be saved, and we have driven them out of the city. We call them the 'Cursed', and they will never set foot in our city.

There are also some of the cursed who are taken as slaves, and they and their descendants will always work for us.

Our houses are resilient to storms, our walls are resilient to monsters, we're no longer threatened from the outside, we've been here for a long, long time...... Our art has been passed down from generation to generation, and the descendants of the king have always ruled us as supreme leaders, and we have lived quite happily...... We believe. At some point, the creator will come back again. Accept us.

We are supposed to be the creatures closest to the one who created the zào, but no one could have imagined that a new threat would appear among us......

Perhaps it was too comfortable, and some of the same kind began to feel dissatisfied, thinking that although life was now full, we should expand our territory, and they began to go against the will of the creators, and they wanted to leave this paradise created by the creators.

The creators let us not leave this land, which is a symbol of peace and tranquility, how can they leave?

But these people don't believe in the dangers out there, they think we're strong enough to crush the threat from outside!

It's a stupid idea, the creator has already told us that we can't leave here!

But they didn't listen, they called themselves 'pioneers' and built a huge ...... 'something' and left this wonderful world.

Then they soon returned, with the punishment they had suffered for not listening to the creators...... By the time they returned, they had already lost more than half of their members, and the rest had died one after another.

But it's not over yet, the horrors have followed them into our city!

Then, all the qiē is over...... It flooded our city and ruined it so one! We have no chance of resisting, but this qiē is the victim of those stupid people, and we don't deserve to be punished like this......

In the most desperate moments, we gathered together to pray to the creator that it would manifest again and put an end to the catastrophe. Perhaps it was our prayer that was delivered to the Most High Realm, and the Creator answered us, and although it did not appear again, its messenger came to our city and promised us that it could save us.

We believe it...... However, the power of the horror is too strong for the messenger of the creator to be even enough to contend with it, and it has infected, and there is no safe place here, and in the war with the horror, our king is dead......

In the end, we chose to leave, we left the land we had lived in for a long time, and we rode on the 'something' created by the original pioneers, and headed for the unknown world.

But the horror is always chasing us, and it will never give up......

Until there is a great dragon called 'Adne', who found that if you hide in the water, you can get rid of the pursuit of the horror, water, is one of the essences of the creator of life, and the blessing of the creator is still in it, so that we can successfully get rid of this horror!

After that, Adne became our new king, and his wisdom led us from all kinds of dangers to a new land.

We called this land 'Crete', we landed here and rebuilt our lives.

At the time of our initial landing, we encountered many difficulties, and we were threatened by dark and terrible monsters, not created by the creators, but monsters living in the ancient chaos.

But our countless brave men overthrew them, we succeeded in living here, we built cities again, and we established our own kingdom.

We have a new land, and we look forward to the fact that the creator may be able to come here again to see us, but we have turned our backs on the creator and may never, and will never wait for it to return......

But at least, we're at peace, and we want it to last forever......

This account has been written by countless chroniclers throughout the ages, and has undergone countless changes during the period, in order to reveal such a complete history, and we will pass on our history forever to our descendants, so that they will know what we have experienced.

The Spy shoves the last recorded slate back into the pillar.

…… I see, is this their history? This race......

It's a lot of fun. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the monthly pass ~auspicious clouds~