Li Qing had done his utmost to destroy the civilization. After all, ultraviolet light and alcohol were currently the most conventional and convenient sterilization methods. Other methods either required too much funding or were too complex to set up within a few days. Moreover, they were likely to attract the attention of the FBI, and as an Asian, he was particurly vulnerable to such scrutiny.

  How much alcohol had he sprayed this time?

  The entire jar behind him had been emptied.

  If it weren't for his enhanced physical strength, carrying such a rge hydraulic tank and spraying chemicals would have exhausted him long ago.

  Ah, life is tough, Li Qing sighed.

  The entire room was thoroughly misted, enough to make them enter the misty era of death. Even if they survived, a yer of alcohol one centimeter thick now covered the ground.

  From today on, these single-celled organisms could forget about living on nd.

  It's all Dead Sea now!

  The environment had become harsh.

  Moreover, this Dead Sea kept evaporating, constantly lingering in the mist.

  Could this still fail to kill them?

  But Li Qing was a prudent person, pnning to find friends and get a rge ultraviolet mp. He couldn't be half-hearted about things; vilins shouldn't die from talking too much.

  He wouldn't even let them breathe, pying it thrilling, wave after wave, directly killing them at the entrance of the newbie vilge!

  Want to develop?

  You're really dreaming too much.

  "Hey, it's me. Yes, that ultraviolet mp is ready soon, right? Remember, it has to be strong enough to burn the skin."

  "No, I'm not trying to kill people. You really watch too much Conan."

  He walked out of the house while talking on the phone, "Yes, yes, I've already quit my job. After I finish this matter, I'll return to China."

  ***

  The Atabia Kingdom.

  The Evil God beyond the world's borders unched a sudden and vicious flood, wiping out over 70% of the kingdom's popution in an instant.

  Under the crushing pressure of despair, even the kingdom's greatest engineer—the King of Atabia—could only flee with a team of elites aboard their fgelted mounts.

  "What is that?"

  During their escape, they discovered the mite behemoth hadn't fled. Surprisingly, it possessed resistance to the corrosive acid rain.

  In this savage world where giant beasts roamed freely, the Atabians weren't at the top of the food chain.

  The mite behemoth was one of the ferocious giants the Atabia Kingdom had yet to conquer.

  Like the Tyrannosaurus Rex, a massive carnivore at the apex of the food chain, a single specimen could destroy a city.

  "Truly a giant beast! Even the flood can't kill it!"

  Countless ministers were astonished.

  The creature moved slowly through the alcohol flood, seemingly at ease, making them look on with envy. Perhaps only such a giant beast could withstand the all-consuming Death Flood.

  In reality, bacteria are single-celled organisms, while mite behemoths—though small—are animals belonging to the arachnid css. As multicellur creatures, their resistance to alcohol naturally far surpasses that of these thin-skinned bacteria.

  "I've come up with a solution," the King of Atabia decred.

  "These giant beasts can withstand the Death Flood. I'll analyze their skin structure and create a protective yer for us against the Death Acid Rain!"

  The king, symbolizing the wisdom of a great civilization and himself a wise single-celled life form, had found a glimmer of hope.

  The DNA code of the mite behemoths had already been thoroughly studied. At this moment, he began absorbing skin fragments from the mite genes, attempting to modify their own skin.

  Thus their cell membranes began to change. From transparent jelly-like fgelted bacteria shaped like humans, they transformed into humanoid creatures wearing clothes, resembling humans more closely.

  One by one, the single-celled bacteria with fgel for limbs gained basic resistance to alcohol penetration.

  However, they still couldn't completely resist rge amounts of alcohol penetration, such as when overwhelmed by a flood of alcohol.

  They could defend,

  But only a little. After all, alcohol is the nemesis of bacteria. How could it be a joke?

  "If we can't defend ourselves, let's build a house."

  Soon, they began using the abundant non-intelligent wild bacterial retives to modify their skin. They used each one as a brick, piling them up to build a shelter.

  This was their only hope against the flood.

  As Emperor Atabia watched his ministers stacking single-celled houses, he wondered: If we keep building them one by one like this, when will we finish the shelter?

  There wasn't enough time!

  Though they were hiding on high ground, the misty water was spreading. Soon it would cool and sink, transforming completely into seawater that would drown them all.

  Under the pressure of impending death, he suddenly conceived a new idea.

  What if we let the single-celled organisms build themselves?

  Each brick-sized bacterium could transcribe its own genetic code, reproduce other cells, and construct walls to form houses.

  He tried modifying them again.

  He had been researching this topic all along, but without success. Now, under the immense pressure of impending death, Emperor Atabia quickly achieved breakthroughs.

  Swish, swish.

  In the vast floodwaters,

  single-celled bricks began self-assembling into a massive multicellur shelter.

  But this shelter gradually began swaying in the storm, teetering on the brink of colpse into the raging floodwaters.

  "Not enough! Not enough!"

  Atabia shouted in agitation, his voice thick with anguish: "We must seal it completely. This shelter must become an airtight cavity, isoted from the external seawater!"

  "Moreover, this shelter cannot remain perpetually submerged at the ocean floor. It needs to navigate through the Death Flood! Fgel! I can construct fgel on it! Let's attempt to glide across the seabed!"

  As the seawater completely engulfed the structure, the multicellur house began sprouting fgel.

  Gradually, the floodwaters approached their peak.

  Not enough.

  Still not enough!

  The shelter's framework remained too fragile. These flesh masses were disintegrating, insufficient to withstand this cataclysm. Reinforcement was necessary.

  What then supported the massive flesh structures of those mite behemoths, preventing their colpse?

  Skeletons.

  Those mite behemoths possessed exoskeletons.

  The mite's genetic sequences had long been thoroughly understood, including the exoskeleton gene fragments. By incorporating these mite-derived genetic segments, the shelter acquired its own exoskeleton.

  "Success! This ark becomes our underwater shelter! It will preserve Atabian civilization through the great flood!" The King of Atabia continued his relentless modifications within the airtight cavity.

  "No, no! It's still not enough! The mite's body contains various auxiliary cells, meridians, and muscles to help move its massive body."

  The King of Atabia suddenly entered a mystical state of enlightenment. Addressing the surrounding ministers - these single-celled bacteria - he decred:

  "You! Become the neural cell for this shelter. In the cockpit, control the shelter's direction of movement!"

  "You! Become muscle cells. Control the fins and fgel outside the shelter!"

  Countless single cells transformed into precise gears within the shelter. The drivers worked together in unison to protect the shelter from colpsing.

  But was this truly an ark?

  Atabia remained completely unaware of what he had created - a magnificent living structure.

  This was clearly a fish!

  Its shape resembled one of the most primitive fish species, the coecanth - a creature that had survived four mass extinctions and preferred crawling along the ocean floor.

  Under terrifying pressure, this single-celled kingdom had finally advanced its biological evolution to the next level - multicellur organisms.

  Yes.

  Together, they formed a multicellur life.

  The natural evolution of cells required endless tedious years, with survival of the fittest determining who would endure.

  Earth had spent hundreds of millions of years through selection and enhancement, evolving from primitive fgeltes to multicellur animals, then chordates, and finally higher chordates—vertebrates. From fish among these vertebrates, they evolved into amphibians, then reptiles, from which mammals and birds emerged...

  And now, these intelligent single-celled beings before us?

  They had condensed a process of natural selection spanning billions of years into a single moment, achieving a great leap forward.

  Primitive fgeltes—fish.

  Without a doubt, they had skipped the intermediate stages, madly usurping evolution, using their intelligence to repce nature.

  This was:

  Substituting human will for divine will, human heart for divine heart.

  These intelligent single-celled beings were self-evolving, using their own thoughts to repce nature's evolutionary intent. They were natural-born creators.

  Fish began to be born in this great flood!

  And perhaps very soon, in this boratory, multicellur fish would begin climbing onto nd, transforming into insects within the boratory, then from insects into mammals, and even more advanced animals.

  Evolution! Evolution! Evolution!

  In this small boratory room, intelligent single-celled beings were madly advancing the evolutionary tree. No creature's emergence would be surprising.

  But no matter what,

  "Advance!"

  The King of Atabia issued orders to his ministers around him:

  "As my trusted advisors, you are all the greatest engineers. Immediately construct massive rescue ships using this method and sail to every corner to save our surviving citizens!"

  Atabia, the civilization's wisest sage, spoke slowly:

  "They haven't all perished. Some must have taken refuge in high pces. Moreover, every one of our citizens is a natural engineer, capable of modifying their genes. They may have observed the mite behemoths and evolved flood-resistant antibodies, clinging to life."

  "Yes!"

  "Yes, King Atabia!"

  "We'll sail the Arks to save refugees everywhere!"

  "You are our God! Our great and only true God!"

  The ministers were nearly in tears. As the civilization faced extinction, watching helplessly as the Death Flood engulfed all cities - what profound helplessness, what utter despair! Yet before them unfolded such a magnificent miracle.

  This wondrous Shelter moved with elegant vitality through the silent floodwaters, the world's greatest and most marvelous creation.

  And the source of all these miracles was their king - Atabia, hailed as the most gifted among 170 trillion engineers.

  How terrifying was his wisdom and talent?

  To put it simply, perhaps only one Einstein would emerge among several billion people on Earth. But what about the 170 trillion popution before them?

  Under such a massive popution, the kingdom named after him boasted the most powerful engineers. One could only imagine how terrifyingly gifted they were in construction.

  "King! You shall lead us to victory in every battle!"

  Countless tiny fish, no rger than mites, began to popute the entire ocean.

  The Atabia Kingdom had transformed its civilization in response to the harsh environment!

  Every intelligent engineer appeared to pilot a shelter, serving as a city lord to absorb refugees. Little did these engineers know that they had already evolved from single-celled organisms into fish swimming in an alcohol-filled ocean!

  At that moment, King Atabia and his ministers had no idea they were making a historic mark that would define the era. Civilization was entering the age of advanced life.

  From the first life emerging underwater, they were destined to set sail on the greatest exploration, journeying from the crude cradle of single-celled civilization to the vast expanse of diverse life.

  This moment was silent now, but it would forever be etched into the annals of history.

  In ter generations, people would open ancient scriptures of creation, the Atabia Genesis Holy Scripture, where they would find an original mural painting:

  It depicted a mighty emperor roaring amidst towering waves, building an ark to lead believers through the Death Flood, preserving the spark of civilization. Beside the image, words described:

  The Outer God, without reason, turned his wrath upon all living beings on Earth. The sky split open, thunder scattered across the heavens, deathly mists descended, and floods engulfed the world. Creator Father God Atabia built an ark to save the survivors. As the ark crossed the sea, life began with fish.

  This marked the first great extinction event of the Great Mist Era.

  Under the pavilion, gazing at the starry night sky, a tall and handsome man closed the Holy Scripture.

  "Father, how did fish come to be?"

  "Fish? Didn't we just read it in the Holy Scripture? 'As the ark crossed the sea, life began with fish.'"

  "Impossible! How could the ancient creation gods be so absurd? Those myths are all lies. How could adorable fish possibly come from a boat? A group of people desperately rowing a boat to save refugees, and suddenly the boat turns into fish? It's just a fairy tale."