Time flies.
Adam and Eve soon established a brand new dwelling place.
Their race was born divine, able to live in a vacuum, a natural cosmic race.
They could inhabit any planet.
"Interesting."
Liu Jun's thoughts raced, "This is more like a mythological tale. Otherwise, if they were stuck on a single planet, unable to even leave the atmosphere, how could they be called gods?"
A god that can't leave the atmosphere, that still needs to drink water, breathe air, scratch feet, and bathe—Liu Jun would call them 'provincials.'
He quietly watched this advanced mythological version of Adam and Eve.
Primitive tribes, an original ecosystem with no entertainment options—what to do?
Procreation was the only entertainment activity.
One year, birth.
Ten years, many births.
Fifty years, extensive births.
Their reproductive abilities were no different from ordinary people, a ten-month pregnancy, plus recuperation, averaging one birth per year.
