History is a set of lies agreed upon.
~ Napoleon Bonaparte
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He now found that it wasn’t that he had an addiction, but rather his physique was too strong; the The Boys Universe simply couldn’t satisfy him.
Otherwise, look at those women; they acted like they were in heat all the time.
"Right."
Hillel suddenly remembered something.
"Nolan hasn’t left yet, right?"
Outside the gates, someone immediately went to call Nolan.
"My King, what are your orders?"
Nolan hurried over. He was just about to leave when he was called back again.
"When you go out, keep an eye out for a race. That race breeds very quickly, has purple skin, looks a bit like a mantis, is a typical zerg race, and their combat power is... average."
"Their growth rate is extremely fast, and they can be used to breed some common Viltrumites."
"Yes!"
Nolan remembered this strictly.
"I will keep an eye out, King!"
"Mhm." Hillel nodded.
Another round of intimate clouds and rain.
After it was almost over, Hillel brought Belesa and Cassandra.
"You two, come out with me on a trip."
Both of them were overjoyed.
Being taken out alone by the King was a supreme favor.
...
Hillel took the two women and left the City of a Thousand Stars. Their next destination was naturally Earth.
Hillel stood above the atmosphere, overlooking the azure Planet, remaining silent for a long time.
This was Earth.
But it was different from the Earth in his memories.
There were no skyscrapers or all-night neon lights. Looking as far as the eye could see, there was only wilderness.
America at this moment only had indigenous people. The members of the Indian tribes lived carefree lives in thatched huts, chasing each other across forests and plains, and when they got tired of playing, they engaged in some reproductive activities.
Who would have thought that years later, they could only live on reservations, outsiders became the locals, and they themselves turned into stinky out-of-towners!
The time was clearly wrong.
Earth’s civilization most likely still remained in the ancient dynasty era.
"King, is this your hometown?" Belesa floated by his side.
Hillel had said before that he came from Earth and was a powerful hybrid.
"Not this Earth, but it’s hard to explain to you. Let’s go down and take a look!"
Three figures broke through the clouds and flew toward that grassland in Africa.
A group of humans were surrounding a bonfire, eating raw meat and drinking blood, sharing a freshly hunted Beast.
Obviously, this was that portion of primitive humans who had never migrated out.
Their skin was dark, they were wrapped only in a piece of animal skin, and their eyes held a unique ignorance and savagery.
Hillel shook his head.
At the same time, there were countless brilliant and splendid civilizations across the Universe, yet his own race was still struggling to survive in such primitive conditions.
But, the human race had always been late-game heroes—slow to develop in the early stages and exploding in technology later on.
However, given the historical differences, it was no wonder that Viltrumites treated many civilizations as pets.
Especially the great Nolan, right!
Just as Hillel was sighing with emotion.
That group of humans finally discovered the three of them.
All the noise came to an abrupt stop.
In those ignorant eyes, the most primitive fear welled up.
Yet the three of them just stood quietly in mid-air, with perfect appearances, resembling Gods.
The fear of these primitive people gradually turned into awe.
"Oh... oh...!"
The tribal leader dropped his bone club, fell heavily to his knees, and heavily kowtowed toward the three floating people.
Followed by the people of the entire tribe.
They uttered pious shouts in an ancient language that Hillel couldn’t understand.
In their ignorant cognition, these three existences descending from the sky could only be Gods!
The God they had worshipped for generations had descended!
"Kind of interesting."
Belesa and Cassandra were long accustomed to this.
On countless Planets conquered by the Viltrumites, they were naturally treated as deities.
Hillel didn’t casually pick up a few pieces of Beast meat from beside the bonfire and burn them directly into charcoal with Heat Vision. This stuff was baboon meat, damn it!
...
Years later, human-shaped statues stood tall across this land.
Followed by stone-built temples.
Hillel left future archaeologists with a tiny bit of shock.
By the banks of the Nile, when Hillel descended, the pharaoh was building pyramids, and tens of thousands of slaves and artisans were moving huge stones using the most primitive methods.
Hillel only used his Bio-field to engulf the huge stones and pile them into a hundred-meter-tall spire.
Seamlessly fitted.
Not off by a fraction.
Even the pharaoh rolled down from his golden chariot and knelt onto the ground toward the figure in the air.
Years later, the Sphinx was changed into the appearance of the God.
The murals also completely recorded the deeds of the God descending from the sky, using great power to control huge stones and effortlessly building the sanctuary.
Archaeologists collectively experienced a cerebral orgasm.
...
One day. There was a vast expanse of land. It was reserved and introverted.
Hillel descended into the farmland.
It happened to be a severe drought.
Hillel vanished instantly, and the next second, he had already blown a small portion of the accumulated clouds from the sea over.
Make do with it!
Then Heat Vision shot deep into the clouds; after coming a few more times, sweet rain fell down.
"An auspicious sign has descended from the sky!"
"A sculpted handsome figure travelling with beautiful women commanded the wind, clouds, rain and thunder!"
"Sweet rain has truly fallen!"
Hillel turned and left, but his figure seemed to be recorded by the folk, and he was described as a certain thunder god who was very muscular and handsome and liked women...
They started calling him dyēus, meaning "daylight sky" or "shining sky," and later generations, through the sound of the word dyēus, came to call him Zeus.
(Purely messing around)
...
Ancient Babylon, the Hanging Gardens, Ancient India’s sacred sites of the Ganges, the banks of the Aegean Sea, the Greek city-states...
Wherever he went, he would leave behind a trace of divine miracles.
And every miracle would transform into the oldest and most sacred legends of that civilization, passed down from generation to generation.
Even in a certain Bible, God’s appearance and image...
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