That day, Lucifer rebelled in Heaven.
And Adam immediately realized something was terribly wrong.
Because according to history—history that he himself had carefully reconstructed—Lucifer wasn't supposed to rebel for another thousand years.
Adam slowly looked up at the sky.
Black cracks spread across the firmament like shattered glass. Angels screamed as blazing figures fell from Heaven, their wings burning into ash.
His stomach dropped.
Only one conclusion remained.
The timeline had shifted.
And there was only one person reckless enough to cause it.
"…Me."
According to the sacred records, Lucifer was second only to God. He had refused to bow before mankind and would eventually lead one-third of Heaven into rebellion.
Eventually.
Not now.
Definitely not during God's first divine rest.
Adam watched flaming angels crash into the earth like meteors.
Somewhere above, reality trembled.
Then Lucifer himself tore through the clouds and descended, black wings spreading wide.
"Brother!" Adam shouted. "Why aren't you covering yourself?! This was supposed to be a long war!"
Lucifer looked exhausted.
"No time! God woke up early!"
Adam froze.
God.
Awake.
Now that was catastrophic.
"Take care of yourself!" Lucifer yelled while sinking into the earth. "Visit me when you can!"
"Visit you?! In Hell?!" Adam roared. "You call that hospitality?!"
Lucifer vanished.
Moments later, thousands of fallen angels followed him underground. The world shook violently.
A colossal sigil ignited across the heavens.
A voice older than creation thundered across existence.
"The Millennium Accord is established."
Adam didn't know the details.
He didn't need to.
Because the sky suddenly grew silent.
Too silent.
Light descended.
Not sunlight.
Judgment.
Every human nearby collapsed instinctively. Some bled from their noses. Even animals lay flat against the ground.
Space itself bent.
And then—
God appeared.
Surrounded by archangels.
Including Gabriel.
Adam felt cold sweat run down his back.
Okay.Think.Survival mode.
God's expression darkened the moment His gaze landed on Adam.
"What happened?"
The last time God looked this angry, an entire continent had stopped existing.
Adam opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Unfortunately, Gabriel stepped forward first, sword still dripping golden and black blood.
"My Lord," he said coldly, "Lucifer rebelled after obtaining forbidden fruit. Adam possessed apples earlier. I suspect conspiracy."
Silence fell.
Adam's brain accelerated.
This was execution territory.
One wrong sentence—
Human civilization ends before agriculture.
He immediately bowed deeply.
Hands crossed.
Voice trembling just enough to feel sincere.
"I admit my past disrespect, my Lord."
God blinked.
Adam… apologizing?
"I acted foolishly only because I admired Your creation so deeply," Adam continued smoothly. "Love inspires curiosity. Curiosity leads to mistakes."
Pause.
Perfect emotional timing.
"As for conspiracy…" Adam lowered his head further. "Only You may judge truth."
Behind him, baskets were dragged forward.
One.
Two.
Ten.
Dozens.
Mountains of apples.
"If Lucifer stole these for me," Adam declared dramatically, "then I accept punishment."
Internally, he thanked centuries of future cinema for teaching him award-winning acting.
Gabriel stared.
Even Heaven didn't possess this many apples anymore.
Sweat formed on his brow.
God remained silent for a long time.
Then finally—
"Gabriel."
The archangel stiffened.
"You have committed the sin of suspicion."
Gabriel froze.
"Lucifer could not have stolen so many."
Adam resisted the urge to celebrate.
Barely.
"Adam," God continued, "explain their origin."
"Of course, my Lord."
Adam led them calmly toward the orchard.
No long explanation.
No complicated lies.
Just confidence.
"I planted seeds after tasting the fruit."
Technically impossible.
But confidence defeated logic surprisingly often.
God studied the orchard… then nodded.
Explanation accepted.
Crisis survived.
For now.
Meanwhile, scattered fallen angels across the world awakened with fragmented memories—victims of humanity's enthusiastic experimental defenses.
Explosions, smoke, confusion.
Pure coincidence.
Probably.
God chose not to investigate further.
Humanity had already changed.
They could survive beyond Eden.
Worse—
they could harm immortal beings.
Removing them now might create greater chaos.
And so mankind remained.
Free.
Dangerously free.
Adam seized the moment.
"My Lord," he said respectfully, "humanity requires continuation. Companions… would accelerate development."
God followed his gaze.
Toward Gabriel.
The archangel instantly turned red.
After brief contemplation, God nodded.
"So be it."
Humanity slept.
When they awoke—
women stood beside them.
Life doubled overnight.
Eve, crafted from Adam's rib, opened her eyes before him.
Beautiful.
Calm.
Perfect.
Exactly as requested.
Adam smiled.
Human civilization finally had a future.
But peace did not follow.
Angels descended daily preaching virtue.
Demons emerged whispering temptation.
Humanity numbered only thousands—yet each person received conflicting divine guidance every day.
Saints became sinners.
Sinners became saints.
Chaos reigned.
Even God and Lucifer occasionally appeared personally to argue philosophy beside Adam.
"Two gods, one human, and existential debate," Adam sighed one evening. "We're one angel short of a poker game."
Eventually, Heaven and Hell reached another agreement.
Only two hundred representatives each.
No continuous interference with individual humans.
Adam called it progress.
His ears finally enjoyed silence.
For several days.
And then Adam noticed something.
Eve stood beside him, smiling gently.
Perfect.
Too perfect.
As moonlight touched her skin—
a faint sigil shimmered beneath it.
Divine.
Hidden.
Watching.
Adam's smile slowly faded.
God… had never truly trusted mankind.
Or him.
Civilization, Adam realized, would not merely be built.
It would have to be stolen.