"All right," Adam said, a faint smile flickering across his face."Let's talk. We'll start with the debate between the innate goodness and innate evil of human nature."
Love, after all, is always beautiful.
It weaves itself into every major event in history.
When the Titanic sank, Jack was falling in love with Rose.When aliens invaded Earth, David was falling in love with Connie.When war swept across continents, heroes still found time to fall in love.Even during corporate promotions and office politics, people somehow still found time to fall in love.
Major events always come with romance.
Except one.
When Adam was building human civilization—
There was none.
A minor oversight, really.And one that was about to be corrected.
In his previous life, Adam had at least been a liberal arts student.Not a genius, perhaps—but when it came to discussing morality, good and evil, human nature, and the social consequences of ideology, he could talk endlessly and convincingly.
Convincingly enough to leave the young angel Irina utterly spellbound.
Her eyes shone with admiration.Her expression was one of pure awe.
Who was Adam?
A man who had fooled God.Fooled angels.Fooled demons.Even fooled Lucifer himself.
Convincing one innocent little angel?
Child's play.
And this time, Adam wasn't holding back.
He deceived.And deceived again.And continued deceiving.
From dusk until deep into the night, Adam deployed every rhetorical trick he possessed—determined to carry his philosophy to its bitter, glorious end.
And when Irina's thoughts finally spun into dizzy confusion, Adam executed his final, elegant maneuver—
All in service of the noble goal of expanding the human population.
For many days afterward, Adam remained holed up in the castle, discussing "philosophy" with Irina.
The topics seemed boundless.But every conversation moved exactly where Adam wanted it to go.
"Conflict between love and hate isn't frightening," Adam said."The truly terrifying conflict is between love and love."
"The clash between universal love and personal love—that's where wars never end."
"True understanding between people must be built on tolerance."
"And the core of tolerance is understanding."
"To reconcile God's boundless love with my… admittedly narrower love, we must first understand one another."
"And understanding," he concluded gently,"requires truly feeling the other person's heart."
Day after day, topic after topic.
To Irina, Adam felt like a book that could never be finished.Before him, she was an eternal student.
She was captivated.
And somewhere along the way, in her pursuit of understanding humanity—
She picked up an apple.
At that moment, Irina looked like a martyr, filled with fearless resolve.
For Adam, however, the scene looked very different.
The instant Irina bit into the apple, the soft glow behind her began to fade.
Her wings—once radiant with flowing light—slowly dulled.
And suddenly, Adam felt a heavy weight settle in his chest.
Physically, Adam looked twenty.In reality, he was long past middle age.
Through years of reckless living, everything around him had felt temporary.Rootless.
He relied on no one.Owed no one.He had survived by will alone.
Never once had he planned to truly owe someone something.
And yet—
This angel, guided by his words, had turned her back on God.Her wings had lost their light.She no longer held the key back to Heaven.
Guilt surged unexpectedly through Adam's heart.
The vulgar plan he had prepared came to a dead stop.
The apple slipped from Irina's hand.
The confusion in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by a strange new clarity.
Adam stepped forward suddenly and pulled her into his arms, eyes shut tight, breathing heavy.
"Sir… what's wrong?" Irina asked softly, her face flushed. She didn't resist.
"Do you regret it?" Adam whispered.
"No," she said.
Fate, of course, loved clichés.
While Adam secluded himself in the castle "educating" Irina, the heartbreak-stricken men of the city did not stop submitting petitions.
Unfortunately, this era had no complaint office.
So the petitions achieved only one result—
Direct action.
To these abandoned men, everything traced back to Adam's absurd policies.If he hadn't encouraged demons to eat apples, their lives would still be perfect.
Adam should bear full responsibility.
Yet now he refused to even leave his castle?
Unacceptable.
So they gathered their courage and stormed Adam's second castle together.
By sheer coincidence, the gatekeeper was also one of the victims.
No report was filed.No warning given.
They charged straight into Adam's study.
BANG—!
The doors burst open.
The crowd flooded in—
Only to find Adam and Irina standing quietly in each other's arms, bathed in sunlight.
Human beings are tragic creatures.
Whether their wives have run off or not, they remain equally tragic.
Give them a little sunlight and they bloom.Give them a little color and they open a dye factory.
The moment they saw Adam embracing an angel—
Adam's political crisis vanished instantly.
Why?
Because hope was standing right in front of them.
If courting angels was possible, then convincing angels and demons to eat apples suddenly didn't seem stupid at all.
And thus—
The massive "How to Persuade Angels to Eat Apples" training movement swept through humanity.
Now, let us turn our gaze back to Eve.
Poor Eve had tragically reincarnated into a world with:
No handsome men.No muscular hunks.No beautiful clothes.No luxury skincare.No designer handbags.
After watching her dreams collapse and her ambitions evaporate—
She fell completely.
Someone once said: If you want abundance, build it yourself.
That saying didn't suit Adam the liberal arts student.
But it fit Eve—the engineer—perfectly.
Her narrow, pragmatic, indulgent nature emerged rapidly.
Corporate management.Industry standards.Domestic demand-driven growth.
New terms spilled from her mouth nonstop.
She insisted people wear clothes instead of banana leaves.Eat real food instead of dry bread.Sleep in beds instead of dirt.Support private ownership.Distribute resources based on labor—not Adam's preferences.Establish currency.
In short—
She imported shameless, decadent capitalism into an otherwise "pure" world far too early.
Worse still, vanity exploded.Morality decayed at visible speed.
Scientists abandoned gunpowder for cosmetics.Cannon workers became chefs.Civil servants set up street stalls.
People openly pursued indulgent lives under broad daylight.
Naturally, they preferred supporting a woman who promised cars, fashion, and an eight-hour workday—
Rather than a man obsessed with weapons and women.
Except for the lifelong bachelors.
At last, the divide was clear.
And a grand revolution began.