Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 29



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Episode 29. What Geniuses Don’t Know 3

Since then, Laurent’s evaluation of progress has been extremely high. He is the greatest genius in the history of Daton. I don’t know how much he has advanced civilization on his own.

The problem was that it was a despair for Daton.

“Oh my god······. If Laurent can’t become a Mainiron, then who on earth can become a Mainiron? There haven’t even been three people who received the Revolutionary Medal since the age of mythology. And Laurent has five.”

“We all hope that Daton will become Laurent’s main runner. Are we still lacking in our aspirations?”

“No. I heard that Laurent had a rough idea of ​​what the outcome of his actions would be.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. If only I had a little less brain power, I wouldn’t have been able to predict it······.”

“But then I wouldn’t have accomplished anything.”

Laurent is old. He has been in the center for so long doing his research that he has already been baptized nine times. This is probably the last baptism. No matter what you do, you cannot stop aging. Even now, even after being baptized, he looks old.

All of the chauns were getting impatient. If Laurent couldn’t make it to the main run, no one would challenge the main run after that. That would mean the whole of Daton would be in a slump.

“Laurent. Have you decided on your next research topic?”

Laurent had already completed his zoology, herbalism, and mineralogy, and left the rest of his research to later generations. The same was true of his research on spirit stones. After that, he achieved tremendous achievements, such as the cultivation of insects, the improvement of smelting efficiency that had remained at a basic level, and the discovery of a ‘non-agricultural’ method of increasing food production by utilizing the cycle of nature.

Still, I couldn’t get a main run. Now, my only hope is the next research topic.

Laurent said calmly.

“snail.”

“Snail?! How long have you been studying it?”

“There are some things that haven’t been verified yet. We have to do it until we find out.”

“What. Okay. What’s the research? Does it have something to do with the fact that the snails are so huge? They’re almost as big as a hippopotamus.”

Laurent shakes his head.

“No. It’s just a hobby. When big snails mate, bigger snails come out, and that’s just the way it is.”

“······Why? To ride it?”

“No. I just thought it would be really nice to roast a huge snail whole and then hug and eat it. If we all shared it, that would be mating.”

All this time, I felt like I was going to die from frustration. Why was this century’s genius interested in such a filthy slow snail when he was going to grow old and die?

“Okay, if you need anything, just tell me later.”

“Ah. Then do one right now.”

“huh?”

In fact, this genius boldly asked a question that no one had asked before.

“What does Reka mean?”

“Fuck.”

The expression on his face changes.

“I’m sorry, Ol Chaun. It may not seem like it, but I really respect you······.”

“No, Reka means fuck.”

“······why?”

Laurent asked in bewilderment whether that was true or not. All Chaun just shrugged.

“Because at first, Datang Oram didn’t listen to anything but swear words.”

“Could you explain that in more detail?”

“Uh, um? Fine. As much as you want.”

All of this was not a story, but a story about one’s own experience. There was a big difference when one heard the story directly from the person involved, rather than a story.

Datang Oram said at first that he didn’t know anything and that he wouldn’t listen unless he was sworn at.

And since they even burned down houses because they were hungry, the contract between Datang Oram and Ol Chaun was essentially a contract without any provisions.

The spirits were relatively smart, so they were able to make them listen to them without using such complicated spells.

These are very impressive words from a scholar.

“Why didn’t you teach me this?”

“I taught you. The old Dootans would edit it and listen to it.”

“okay.”

Laurent knew what kind of character All Chaun had. He was not a great man, but rather a person who was easygoing and happened to be great.

All the while, she remained there, hugging the soft body of a giant snail that she had artificially bred and improved. The snail, which had grown much larger than a human body and was as big as a cow, walked on.

“All living things die when the magical pressure is high.”

“The only creatures that don’t die are those that somehow store magical power within their bodies.”

“Only ‘keratinous’ tetrapod spirits can do that. That’s because they store magic power in parts of their bodies. So the spirit beast scaly hippopotamus has swamp mud dripping from its hide and teeth, and the spirit beast knee giraffe has forests growing on its knees and legs. Strictly speaking, spirits aren’t animals, but they make contracts with those body parts. Just like you can make a contract with the gallstones of a hexapod. And among the keratinous, only extremely large creatures can do that. That’s because only those creatures have large structures.”

“Carnivores. Winged feathered and squamous lizards have gallstones in their bodies, which allows them to contract. Thanks to this, winged lizards can use the magical power of the gallstones in their bodies to spit fire or lightning out of their mouths······.”

So far, it’s all well known. And the next topic is a bit more difficult. Laurent continues to think while being held in that soft, slippery body.

“How does Daton make a contract with a spirit? He’s not that big. He doesn’t have any magical gallstones in his body.”

“At first, I thought that All Chaun and I were ‘human spirits’. No. If that were the case, then Datang Oram and my fire spirits would look like Daton and speak like Daton. But that’s not the case.”

“No······. Wait a minute. Then it’s weird again. Then how on earth is Datang Oram alive? The spirits that you find don’t become spirit beasts, and if you leave them alone, they die······. Datang Oram only has the form of fire and can’t dwell anywhere, so it would be normal for it to be dead.”

“I understand the Bachat Beram. The jewel spirit became the moon spirit. The jewel stores magical power like an ostrich gallstone. That’s why it has a body······. What on earth is Datang Oram?”

Revolutionaries always ask themselves this question:

‘Why is the world like this?’

The world is a natural thing for living beings. It is the way it should be, so no matter what unfair situations they experience while living, they just adapt to it. And they don’t need anything more.

But someone ran out on a stormy day to find a fire.

Someone built a building that no one wanted, but everyone was impressed when it was completed.

And now a genius questions what everyone takes for granted.

What is Daton?

What on earth are spirits?

What kind of being is a spirit?

“That’s why. The contract between a spirit and an animal, such as the spirit water and the Daton and the spirit, is completely different. Because humans don’t have such a structure.”

“But there’s something strange. Spirits don’t have bodies. Even if they were made of natural objects, how would they move if they don’t have muscles? How could they have life?”

“I understand the spirit beast. It’s like a parasite that uses an animal body as its host. But Datang Oram, what is the medium that makes that shapeless fireball burn? How is it alive?”

I think. I think, I think.

Within. Find out.

“ah······.”

Datang Oram was born from a lightning strike on a ‘tree’.

“Datang Oram was burning through the medium of ‘tree’!”

“If Ol Chaun hadn’t gone, I would have died even if the rain had stopped! Even if the rain had stopped right away, there would soon be no more firewood to burn!”

“Then, what on earth is Datang Oram burning to stay alive now?”

“That’s probably······!”

The answer is out.

It is worth noting that there is no paper in Datang. There are no writing instruments. There are no letters. Not even symbols were used until Manum Lapang carved the village’s symbol and distributed what he called a medal.

They just remember with their heads. No one bothered to create symbols or letters for hundreds of years. No one thought of that simple idea. They must not have been the biggest idiots in the world.

But there is a culture of recording. It’s a strange thing.

She also did not receive the materials given to her by her disciples in written form.

How on earth is information exchanged in such a huge country that there is no need for text messaging?

She looks at the fire she carries. The fire that all Dartons carry. The fire that accompanies them from birth until death.

“Datang Oram, the fire spirit burns ‘memory’ as firewood.”

“So you can store memories and give them to others.”

But in reality, memories don’t disappear. So it’s a more abstract concept than memory.

“will power.”

Something that cannot be seen. Something that is not a real force like magic.

“soul.”

Something that is referred to somewhere as the essence of a person.

“spirit.”

Something that is considered to be the opposite of the body.

Datang Oram was a ‘spiritual fire’, just like other spirits were ‘wild wind ostrich’ or ‘swamp scale hippopotamus’.

“Is there such a thing as a spirit? No. It was something that actually existed, I just didn’t know about it. It doesn’t exist conceptually, it was there from the beginning. That’s why. That······!”

“Ouch.”

Laurent temporarily lost contact with Orotbe, who had been showing him ‘memories’. He felt that if he died without achieving anything, he would have to remember all of this, and that it would be a waste of ‘mental power’.

When the lights go out, the thinking accelerates. What advances could this discovery lead to?

“If the mind actually exists, is mental power a consumable resource?”

“Or is the mind like a vessel that can only be filled?”

“Where did Datang Oram’s spirit come from? When the lightning first struck, Datang Oram already had a spirit.”

“The spirit of Datang Oram must have come from the heavens. It is true that spirits are related to the heavens.”

“Even the heavenly bodies have minds.”

“People have minds too.”

“What would be possible if human minds were concentrated enough to cause celestial anomalies and weather changes?”

Surprisingly, Laurent is now approaching the essence of what it means to be a hero. A hero is the combination of people’s mentality, desire and will that brings about change in one individual.

But she doesn’t think that far ahead, she only thinks about spirits.

Laurent had a brilliant mind that could foresee the ramifications and reactions that would occur if this idea were to come true.

And every step to prove the hypothesis and every reaction in between could be responded to according to the phenomenon that occurred.

Years later, in the lab, in her workshop, she had proven her hypothesis, and now she knew exactly what she needed to do.

“Uh. I guess I won’t be able to do mine.”

After being stuck for a very long time and just studying, she finally came to find the All Chaun of Mainnirun.

He rode on a snail that he had bred over a very long period of time to grow to the size of a rhinoceros.

That seemed to be the case, but this time, I felt a strange sense of unease at the fact that she was this old. Could it be that one of the conditions was that she had to be this old?

Laurent, who had been wearing the medals he had earned throughout his life on a snail shell, opened his mouth.

“Come on. I need someone.”

“How much?”

“Enough to fill the Holy Land.”

At those words, Ol Cha-woon’s face brightened.

“Ah! Are you finally planning to announce the research results that could become the main run?

“?”

“······What? No?”

“Ah. I see. So the thing called a ‘minnyrun’ is something like a ‘human spirit.’”

“?!?!”

Laurent, who casually spouts out absurd hypotheses, speaks as if nothing happened.

“I just need a lot of people to properly prove this research result. It will probably be the last research result of my life. Please gather enough people to make a main run, as you said.”

“Ah······. Okay. Anyway, if it’s something you really want to do.”

Laurent blinks at All Chaun’s words.

“What do you really want to do?”

“Otherwise, why would you come to me? I would have just given you a rough theory and told you to figure it out yourself, and then asked you to verify it with someone else and find the right person for the job. Just like before.”

She thinks for a moment.

There are many things I have studied so far, but I have only laid the first cornerstone and left the rest to everyone else.

It’s not that they’re bored, it’s that they think others can do it better, and they don’t have to take credit for it.

But this one felt a little different. I can’t quite explain what it was, but it was something I absolutely could not compromise on.

“Maybe so.”

“Okay. Then I’ll gather all the datang together. It’ll take some time. Is that okay?”

“It’s okay. I have to go back to Mainilun anyway, and the timing has to be right.”

“when?”

“It should rain all day long. It won’t stop during the day or night.”

It’s not a specific time period, but a time with conditions attached. It’s the rainy season now, but I don’t know when it will come.

“Okay, then do that.”

Even if it’s slow, we’re moving forward one step at a time.

She recently discovered that the reason snails keep secreting a slippery fluid as they move is to enable the snails following them to move faster.

The genius himself has taken the first step into a new path and shown that there is a way here. Now it is up to others to step up and lead the way.

She loved snails so much that she devoted a similar amount of time to botany or zoology.

Maybe it’s because research is the most similar thing to this strange creature. She’s just the fastest and bravest snail.

Surely, when she dies, her shell will be processed into a medal, as is the case with all medals she receives. That was what immortality was to her.