Huh? Are they all real?...

"Seeking wholeness."

"whole?"

In the Bible, Eve was the first woman created by God from Adam's rib.

She was bone of Adam's bones and flesh of his flesh.

Adam was the first person created by God.

If she sought completeness, this was compounded by her ongoing collection of her firstborn son's remains.

No way?

"Are you perhaps the original creation?"

If it's just a simple comparison by switching perspectives...

So she must have been originally created for her eldest son, who was also herself.

However, Eve shook her head deeply and said:

“I have no relation to the Creator. No, that’s not quite right. I am indeed part of the Creator’s destiny, but the Creator did not create me.”

If it's not the original, then it must be me?

"So you are the eldest son, the very firstborn son."

Moen was a little at a loss for words. He should have done it himself, but he really had no memory of it.

What puzzled Moen even more was that the other party still shook their head and denied Moen's statement:

"No, I am not that person's creation. I have no connection with the two most esteemed people in this world, if we really have to say that there is any connection."

"Then I can only say that I was born from the beautiful world created by the Creator, and I came from the blank space left by the firstborn."

After a moment of silence, Moen said:

"I don't quite understand."

Moen was truly bewildered. This witch, who seemed to be inextricably linked to him, was saying that she had nothing to do with him.

Eve stroked her left hand in her bosom.

She did not continue to answer Mohn.

Seeing this, Moen didn't ask any further questions, because he knew the woman would answer.

Moreover, after the other party denied the two most likely answers in succession.

Moen suddenly thought of one last possibility.

Especially in this white world.

So after careful consideration.

Moen spoke first, asking:

"I understand now, you are the creation of the hummingbird, aren't you? The hummingbird created you!"

Not a question, but an affirmation.

The white calamity is likely related to the hummingbird and the arm she took away.

Moen believes that the white calamity is likely caused by the hummingbird's desire to resurrect 'itself'!

Now, the hummingbirds are gone, and the white calamity has vanished without a trace.

But there is another witch who is also seeking to 'recreate' herself in some sense.

Moen did not believe that witches were hummingbirds.

Because they are different.

Given the coincidental nature of the name, Moen felt the answer must be what he had told the hummingbird.

Then the hummingbird reproduced it.

This also matches her self-description.

It is neither the original creation nor its own creation.

But it comes from the blank space it leaves behind.

This time, Eve answered Moen.

She nodded and said:

"Yes, I am the creation of the goddess hummingbird. Although the goddess did not grant me much knowledge, I remember my mission."

"I will be the last woman and the last man to usher in a new era."

"And to achieve this, I will seek the complete remains of the Holy One, so that the Firstborn may return and the world that has betrayed the Firstborn and the Creator may be severely punished."

"It's so cruel. They wanted me to usher in a new era and become a symbol of the continuation of life, but instead they want me to destroy this thriving and beautiful world."

"I think that's why the goddess added Lilith to my list."

Eve, clasping her left arm, looked up at Moen with a wistful expression and said helplessly:

"If Lilith already exists, why create me?"

Moen didn't know how to answer the other person.

But Moen felt he should know the answer.

Because this is most likely something he himself told the hummingbird—that Eve was Lilith or something like that.

This aligns with my self-perception.

There are various tributes, but upon closer examination, it becomes clear that they are not the same as the original at all.

It just looks similar.

Because no matter what, this is not my hometown.

Eve's voice continued.

"I used to wonder what would happen to me in the end, whether I would become the murderer who destroyed the world. But now I don't think so anymore, because fate has played a huge joke on me."

“Look, the only thing I lacked was my right hand, but now I have my left hand. My left hand that I have taken back.”

"This means that even if I fail to complete the goddess's design for me, I will not become the culprit who destroys the world."

"Maybe this is a good thing."

Instead of stroking her left hand in her arms, she placed her left palm on the finger bones of her right hand.

"Since you're here, I won't go anywhere else. Please end this pointless life of mine."

"In order to fulfill the mission given to me by the goddess, Lilith, no, that was me. I did many wrong things and killed many people."

Eve, shaking her head, continued:

"I really don't understand. If I didn't have a right hand from the beginning, then what created me?"

Moen's gaze followed her movement to her right palm.

To be precise, he looked at the middle finger bone of her right hand.

"I was created by the goddess using the right finger bone of that great man."

Created from bones, well, that's probably what I said.

"So I never thought my right hand would be gone. Otherwise, my existence wouldn't be explained. And now..."

Eve placed her hand from the middle finger of her right hand onto her left hand, which was in her bosom.

But slowly, as she moved her fingers to the middle finger of her left hand...

She slowly opened her eyes wide.

at the same time.

Moen sensed a very dangerous aura spreading throughout the entire hall.

The Eve of the past showed no fighting spirit and posed no threat whatsoever.

The only feeling was one of relief and liberation.

Because her mission is an impossible dark joke, she can confidently seek her own death.

But now, she seems to have found hope again.

So that's how it is.

Moen sighed and looked at her left hand in her arms, saying:

"That's the right hand? Just with a trick added that even you can't see through directly?"

"Ah, yes. So, I'm sorry."

As she touched the palm of her hand, she confirmed that the left hand in her arms was missing the finger bone that had created it.

"We must fight now, sir."

Moen rubbed his temples and said:

“I understand. There’s no need to apologize. I don’t like killing people who aren’t prepared to fight back.”

"I just want to find another place. I don't want to ruin this place."

When Moen asked her, Eve had already placed her left hand over her right hand.

As the body was finally put back into place.

The twisted, backward-facing left hand began to reverse like a mirror image in front of Moen's eyes.

At the same time, the somber atmosphere in the main hall reached its peak.

"My lord, is there any place more suitable than here?"

When Eve raised her head again, the gentleness in her eyes was gone.

At the same time, her temperament changed from serene to alluring.

She was exactly the same witch as the one in Moen's memory.

Upon hearing her voice, Moen glanced down the mountain.

He couldn't see the people down the mountain, but he knew they weren't wrong.

So Moen said helplessly:

"Okay, you're right. But please wait a moment."

"Okay, just once!"

A seductive voice, completely different from before, echoed in the cold hall.

Moen took the goddess's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

Immediately, Moen pulled the goddess into his arms around the waist.

"Then let's begin!"

The voice just fell.

Moen saw the other person raise their left hand, and then the world collapsed in an indescribable way.

First the bricks beneath her feet, then the entire hall, and then everything in front of her collapsed under the immense impact.

At that moment, almost the entire world heard the thunderous roar coming from Mount Babylon.

As people looked up at the sky in fear and unease.

Everyone stared in astonishment, their mouths agape.

Because they saw that the sky, which was always covered by thick clouds, had been torn open with a huge gap.

It makes the somewhat gloomy world very bright.

This should have been a magnificent scene.

But then more roars erupted from the High Court.

The only feeling people had was terror.

Because they knew perfectly well why the clouds had suddenly been torn apart. It was because the gods of High Court were angry!