What is the root of all evil?
Some say money.Some say power.
God says: apples.
Apples were said to corrupt human nature.
After eating one, Adam called God a "senile old man."After eating one, Lucifer rebelled.And after eating one, Eve famously screamed—
"You dog-blooded old bastard—!"
A line so powerful it echoed through eternity.
In short, anything involving apples never ended well.
Worse still, apples refused to disappear.Years later, one would fall on a man named Newton.Or perhaps Einstein.Or Edison.The apple would persist, striking great minds again and again.
But that was a problem for N years in the future.
Right now, trouble was already knocking.
If someone asked Adam, "You may possess only one thing in this world. What would it be?"
Adam would answer without hesitation.
"Women."
"Ridiculous. I said things. What would you choose?"
"…Are you saying women aren't things?"
...
"Fine. Women are things. But you don't have any right now. So—what do you choose?"
"…Apples."
Yes. Adam chose apples.
Reluctantly—but he chose them.
More terrifyingly, he didn't just like eating apples himself.He liked making everyone eat apples.
Humans.Demons.Angels.
Why?
Because Adam knew exactly what would happen.
God's beard would stand on end.And somewhere deep down, the Creator would regret ever inventing Eve—especially the time-travel version.
And so—
The Great Apple Popularization Campaign began.
After ruling as king for N years and exercising exactly none of them, Adam developed humanity's first beer belly.Fate, however, played a cruel joke.
The Eve God created just happened to come equipped with 21st-century aesthetics, singlehandedly skipping humanity past the "fat is beautiful" phase.
With no frame of reference, poor Adam still fell squarely into the category of ugly men.
Soft tactics failed.Hard tactics failed.Schemes collapsed.
Faced with reproduction.Faced with desire.Faced with an overwhelming, soul-crushing lack of intimacy—
Adam panicked.
He felt lost.Empty.Lonely.Cold.
He urgently needed to do something destructive.Or something exciting.Anything to preserve his mental health and avoid becoming a complete degenerate.
So—
And then—
And then the inevitable happened.
Adam issued a royal decree:
Anyone approached by angels or demons must invite them to eat apples.
The result?
Demons ate.Angels refused.
And just like that—
A brand-new social crisis was born.
Those honest, rugged, and ridiculously shredded demons rapidly developed emotions, desire, and hormones.
Unfortunately—or perhaps inevitably—their towering physiques and raw muscle carried a certain dark charm.
One that fit perfectly with Eve's 21st-century thirst.
And so, incidents of inter-species adultery became alarmingly common.
As mentioned in the previous chapter, human history is, at its core, a history of relationships.
When the male-to-female ratio stood at a perfect 1:1—assuming Adam's personal misery could be ignored—society remained stable, harmonious, and broadly aligned with rational development.
Except for Adam.
Now?
Divorce appeared.
Demon men entered the supply market.
Overnight, humanity leapt from a planned economy into a brutal free market.
A mythological version of "economic reform and opening-up" began—bloody, chaotic, and irreversible.
Human males depreciated rapidly.Resource imbalance worsened.Class disparity emerged.
If marriages between human women and demon men were considered exports,then under sustained domestic demand, excessive exporting caused the gender ratio to collapse:
From 1:1to 5:4to 3:2
Straight down.
Humanity barely entered the age of happiness before encountering:
A hyper-inflation of the female market.An unchecked surplus of male hormones.
The conditions for war were ripe.
The only question was—
Who were they supposed to fight?
Societies collapse easily under unequal distribution.
Food.Women.
Later generations would call it wealth disparity.In truth, it was merely a derivative of those two problems.
As Marx once said: Wealth is relative.
If no one has women, peace prevails.If some have them and others don't—revolution begins.If some have many and others have few—same result.
And so, petitions flooded Adam's office like snow.
Hardliners demanded war with Hell—better death than lifelong celibacy.Rationalists called for laws punishing women who fraternized with demon men.Cowards begged for reform: one woman, multiple husbands.
None of these proposals were remotely viable.
These were citizens who had eaten apples, gained basic education, and even dabbled in science—yet still hadn't removed the two banana leaves covering their dignity.
They had, however, learned a new phrase:
"Government inaction."
If Adam failed to respond, the consequences would be dire.
Adam paced his temporary office in his second castle, miserable and regretful.
That was when the unexpected happened.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you have a moment?"
A graceful figure descended onto the balcony.
White feathers.Pale golden hair.Radiance reflected sunlight like polished glass.
"…An angel?"
Adam frowned.
A two-winged angel.
She lifted her head, revealing a youthful face—clear eyes, innocent gaze, delicate beauty untouched by impurity.
"What do you want?" Adam asked.
Angels who visited him usually left humiliated.Recently, they had learned better.
Was this one here to preach?
"My name is Irina," the young angel said softly."I'm here to speak to you about the Lord's love for humanity."
"…Do you know who I am?" Adam asked.
"Yes. You are Adam."
"And you think preaching to me is meaningful?" Adam chuckled.
"I don't know," she admitted honestly."But, sir… it's my job."
The sun set.
Curtains fluttered.
An innocent, confused little angel stood before a man drowning in trouble—and yet very much unchanged in desire.
In that moment, Adam felt a stir of compassion.
Or perhaps—
The so-called "Protective Father" instinct in Adam's cells—or perhaps just his far more predatory ones—activated instantly.
If asked what he wanted to say right then, Adam would shout a classic line from old Japanese manga:
"I will protect her."
You don't believe it?
You think it's an excuse?
Fine.It was an excuse.
Objectively speaking, Adam was thinking with his lower brain.
But for ordinary men, pursuing women—or angelic women—requires no justification.
For a public figure like Adam, however, a respectable excuse was necessary.
And so—
Under a perfectly dignified pretext,after over twenty years of abstinence and inhuman suffering,our noble, brave, and profoundly shameless protagonist—
Comrade Adam—
Was finally about to embark on a grand romance.
The process might not be glorious.It might even be a little pathetic.
But that wasn't the point.
The point was simple:
Power.Food.Women.
Life, at last, was worth living.