The beginning of creation 2

Shikama Doji looked up at the sky, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, but he didn't stop working. To an observer, the planet Earth resembled a vast canvas with thousands of black spheres moving across it. These spheres tirelessly created and ejected countless creatures. Each black sphere was like a birthing factory, incessantly bringing life into existence. Shikama Doji sighed and, with a wave of his hand, increased the number of black spheres. The more he created, the more he felt his energy draining. Even for him, an eternal being, this task was exhausting. He sighed again and thought to himself, "If I were human, I would surely die from exhaustion. But even I have my limits..."

It had been two weeks since he and Tiamat had begun reconstructing Earth's ecosystem. Despite having already created tens of thousands of living beings, they had only filled a small portion of the planet. Shikama Doji glanced at Tiamat, his sister, who continued working with her boundless energy. He wondered, "How long did it take Tiamat to create the entire ecosystem of Earth? A thousand years? Ten thousand years? Or perhaps a hundred thousand years?" The creatures he had created called him the "Divine Ancestor," a title Shikama Doji had chosen for himself.

At first, his creations had mistaken him and Tiamat for a married couple, but Shikama Doji had corrected this misunderstanding. Now, they were seen as siblings. Tiamat, his younger sister, seemed to possess infinite energy. Shikama Doji sighed and told himself, "I must not fall behind my sister." Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy flowing from Tiamat toward him. Shikama Doji smiled faintly and, with a wave of his hand, made the black spheres larger and more numerous.

He pondered why, despite expending so much energy, he didn't dry up. The answer lay in a unique talisman he had crafted. This talisman was modeled after the true magic of the Third, but in the end, it was only an imitation. True magic represented raw, infinite potential—a miracle. His talisman could draw magical energy from the atmosphere indefinitely and transfer it to him, but it still needed improvement. Shikama Doji's goal was to perfect this talisman to the point where it could convert other forms of energy into magical energy. If he succeeded, he could obtain nearly infinite magical energy.

He and Tiamat had not only created living beings but were also restoring the environment damaged by asteroids. However, repairing the damage caused by asteroids could take centuries. But for Shikama Doji, this span of time was nothing. To him, it was like the blink of an eye. Perhaps this was the difference between mortals and immortals. Mortals were always in a hurry, but immortals could spend hundreds or thousands of years on a single task.

In an area spanning ten kilometers, everything had been destroyed. Trees, plants, and even mountains had all vanished. Beneath Shikama Doji's feet, a massive magical circle formed. Suddenly, the circle glowed, and miraculously, the destroyed mountains returned to their original form. Trees and plants began to grow again, and the environment was restored to its former state. Over the past two weeks, Shikama Doji had used this talisman thousands of times.

Now, he possessed power on the level of a king of gods, like Zeus or Odin. Yet, he still hadn't reached Tiamat's level of power. Tiamat's true form was ten times stronger than her animal form. Shikama Doji wondered how the gods in the main timeline had managed to defeat Tiamat and exile her to the world of imaginary numbers. It seemed impossible that anyone could defeat Tiamat. Perhaps Tiamat had allowed herself to be defeated, as one would expect from her kindness. Even when her children betrayed her, she still loved them.

Shikama Doji sighed and continued his work. Twenty-four hours a day, without rest. Even slaves had time to rest, but he did not. He looked up at the sky and muttered, "Why is this planet so big?" Then he went back to work.