Chapter 88 (Extra Chapter)
Everyone said she was born an appendage of Adam.
She was the mother of mankind, her value solely to bear children for Adam.
But she knew her duty wasn't just that, though it wasn't much better.
God defined her as a body.
A rib has no consciousness, no meaning.
God gave her life, and through Adam, she gained value.
When she was transformed from a rib into a woman, she was filled with fear.
The world was so vast, the soil beneath the World Tree so plentiful, why her?
Why was she the only one taken by God?
She was anxious, uneasy, even making a pact with God—her fear wasn't feigned; she feared being replaced, feared being erased. She understood the Creator's power better than anyone, even her husband.
He could create her, and He could easily erase her.
The man, captivated by her beauty, happily led her home, oblivious to the blissful ignorance.
How wonderful it would have been if she were truly just a vain woman.
Born against her own will, given to Adam against her own will.
She was not an angel, without a powerful backer.
Lacking the courage to plunge into a sea of blood, no one would stand up for her, and even more desperately, she felt that following Adam was not so bad.
Without a choice, this "not so bad" only added to her sorrow.
She followed Adam, from beginning to end.
He loved her, and at first she was moved, but later she discovered that the man only admired her appearance; he saw her as a flower, but what difference was there between him and a fool? His words to the archangel were always far more profound than his words to her.
Why couldn't he look at her more?
What couldn't he say to her?
Jealousy consumed her heart, anger blinded her eyes.
The fruit of wisdom taught her that the emotion hidden in her heart was cowardice.
This was sin.
This was pain.
But from then on, an unprecedented courage to question arose within her.
Why couldn't she rebel?
Why couldn't she refuse?
Although God promised her the blessings of being the mother of mankind, a hundred years later, Adam would become the Messiah, while she would be nothing.
Why, being born of the same clay, were they treated so differently?
Anxiety, loneliness.
The man who went to the mortal realm, forgetting much and knowing nothing, slept soundly.
This world was full of injustice.
But what could she do?
God's supreme power was the source of all this injustice, for all things were beneath him.
She could only pray day and night for God's protection, but she knew that God could protect all mankind, but not her.
Her fate was sealed from the beginning; the moment she separated from Adam's body, her destiny was predetermined.
She existed for the Messiah. "I have poured more effort into you than anyone else."
God took the mortal's sinful soil and nurtured it beneath the World Tree for a thousand years—the owner of the golden eyes patiently watched her.
"And how could you think I favor one over the other?"
Almighty Creator, you are all-knowing and all-powerful, yet you understand nothing of emotion.
God did not force her.
She could live forever.
Never aging, never dying.
In contrast, Adam would wander in that chaotic world.
"You are an independent person," the naive man said naively, and Eve wanted to laugh.
My love, how could you know my feelings?
'Why did God create me?'
She had heard Adam complain many times, but the man did not know that her confusion was no less than his.
'In that paradise, whose fault was it?'
Tears streamed down her face, for his heart was softer than hers; even the heartless rib gradually grew a heart.
"Thank you, Adam."
How insignificant are humans! If my existence can achieve greatness—
Then I...
"Willingly."
Who am I?
I am human.
I am you.
I am the Messiah.
You provide the great author, Twilight, with a tale of the arduous formation of a world within [Hebrew mythology].