Human history, when stripped to its essentials, has always revolved around one thing.
Men.
And women.
Civilizations rose for it. Wars were fought over it. Entire religions were rewritten because of it.
And on this historic day—
Humanity encountered the problem for the very first time.
Eve opened her eyes.
Light flooded her vision.
Her body felt unfamiliar—lighter, stronger, perfectly balanced. Long black hair slipped across her shoulders as she slowly pushed herself upright.
Confusion filled her amber eyes.
Memories clashed violently inside her mind.
Modern streets.
Romance dramas.
Late-night novels about emperors and forbidden love.
And then—
Nothing.
Silence.
She looked up.
And saw him.
Adam.
Standing directly in front of her.
Staring.
Unblinking.
Trembling.
Then—
He started crying.
Actual tears streamed down his face.
Twenty years.
Twenty years without women.
No entertainment. No internet. No civilization worth mentioning.
Only endless construction, research, survival—
and two thousand sweaty primitive men treating him like a divine leader.
Adam had invented agriculture.
Gunpowder.
Artillery.
But somewhere along the way…
he had completely forgotten how to talk to women.
And now one stood before him.
Alive.
Beautiful.
Perfect.
To Adam, this wasn't just a woman.
This was hope.
Salvation.
Proof that God occasionally made good decisions.
He stepped forward.
Arms opening instinctively.
CRACK.
Pain exploded through his skull.
Adam flew backward like a launched projectile.
Blood sprayed through the air.
Eve stood frozen in a defensive stance, leg still extended.
Her survival instincts screamed danger.
"HELP! PERVERT!"
She grabbed nearby fabric and backed away in terror.
"Wasn't I supposed to reincarnate into a royal romance?! Why am I in prehistoric hell?!"
Adam lay face-down in the dirt.
His brain processed the words slowly.
Then realization struck.
…Oh no.
Another transmigrator.
Eve's memories returned rapidly.
Twenty-first century.
Office job.
Late-night binge-reading historical romance novels.
A sudden blackout.
And awakening—
to a half-naked man charging at her like an emotionally unstable caveman prophet.
Her reaction had been perfectly reasonable.
Unfortunately for Adam—
it destroyed humanity's first love story before it even began.
News spread instantly.
Humanity now had women.
Celebrations erupted across Adam-polis.
Couples formed overnight.
Population growth became inevitable.
Civilization advanced another step.
Everyone rejoiced.
Everyone—
except Adam.
Because Eve quickly reached a conclusion.
This world was dangerous.
And Adam was clearly insane.
Within three days, she seized administrative control of the castle using modern management logic Adam himself had taught humanity.
Within five—
she replaced half his advisors.
Within seven—
a wooden sign appeared at the city gate.
ADAM NOT ALLOWED WITHOUT PERMISSION.
Adam stared at it in silence.
Even the guards avoided eye contact.
That night, Eve stood alone beneath the stars.
Her anger finally erupted.
"You fraud!" she shouted toward the heavens. "You dragged me here for THIS?!"
The sky remained silent.
But far above—
something watched.
Something interested.
Because humanity had changed again.
Two outsiders now existed.
Two variables beyond divine prediction.
Adam.
And Eve.
Across Eden, love bloomed for the first time.
Families formed.
Desire awakened.
History moved forward.
Yet Adam felt an unfamiliar chill.
For the first time since arriving in this world—
he had lost control.
And worse—
Eve understood modern humanity just as well as he did.
Which meant one terrifying possibility.
He was no longer humanity's only guide.
Adam sighed.
"Great," he muttered.
"Now I have competition."
Human civilization had begun.
And so had its first relationship war.