Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 35



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Episode 35. Down from the Bottom 3

Here’s a little boy. He was considered a miracle child when he was born.

“My mother suffered from tuberculosis but she survived and gave birth to a child.”

“Even the child didn’t get sick from Hanjutamal. It’s really a miracle.”

That’s the extent of the sentiment. And the child didn’t grow up well…! He grew up suffering.

“What should I do with this child? He can’t survive in a low-magic zone, but he constantly feels dizzy in a high-magic zone.”

“If a mother gets a stroke and gives birth to a healthy baby, it’s likely that these symptoms will appear. But the baby won’t die.”

This case was also reported to Castel Laurent. He came to the special case report and confirmed it, and Castel Laurent made the following judgment at the time.

“It doesn’t seem to be a single cause, but it seems to be a congenital problem.”

“yes?”

“It’s a deformity. It’s a body that requires a lot of magical power, but can’t survive in high-magic zones.”

Laurent, now more of a doctor than a museum historian, made the diagnosis, and the child eventually grew up in the compassion of his own kind.

The name is Marechi. Abandoned by Heaven. In other words, he is born with a disability. It sounds like a really bad name, but in this day and age, everyone is named like this.

Marechi grows up. Marechi has always lived with symptoms of excessive magical power. Living in a high magical power zone, his lifespan is short, and his body is always in poor condition, with his hands and feet trembling.

“Marech! I need someone to build a house. Do you want to come?”

“Okay. I’ll go.”

But Marechi was good. He had become strong because he had done hard physical labor. Although this is only based on Daton’s standards, he had good stamina and strength. The only problem was his constitution that was not adapted to magic.

Then one day, Marechi highly valued his spirit and promoted him to Detach. This was because he lived for the village more devotedly than anyone else.

But there was a problem. Dutan couldn’t give the spirit to Marechi.

“Huh? Oh. It’s a very rare case, but it does happen. Your magical affinity is higher than mine. It’s a bit strange for you to say that, though.”

“?”

So, a person of higher rank than Dutan. I waited for Niloran Chaun to arrive in this village soon and tried to make a contract with the spirit through him.

He couldn’t do that either. Niroran was surprised, and Dutan was surprised too. And he took Marechi to Mainnirun in the Holy Land.

“Oh, come on. He’s a talented kid. I want you to baptize him yourself.”

Nirolean Chaun himself brought Marech to the great All Chaun.

Datun is chosen solely based on spirit affinity. That way, he can do more. Even that cannot be given a contract, which means that he is a child whose spirit affinity surpasses that of Datun, the highest elite class.

In other words, this is a situation where All Chaun must personally give a blessing. There is a very high possibility that he will become a spirit master with rare qualities even among the All Chauns.

“······okay.”

All of this is just like that. Now, his expressionless face seems frozen. He doesn’t care whether a new talented child comes out or not. He doesn’t remember what he did for 3600 years. He just thinks about the countless people he killed during that long time.

So, without thinking, I gave up the contract of fire.

“I’m going to eat some fish. I’m going to eat some fish.”

And the child does not receive the contract of fire.

“uh?”

Here, even the old man was shocked for the first time in 3600 years. The people who fought could not help but be astonished.

This case has only happened once in history. The first was his mother, who surpassed even All Chaun’s affinity for spirits.

All Chaun is slightly excited. Just a little. He wants to make a contract with a new spirit and give him the empty seat of Jebat Chaun.

A child cannot contract with a non-contractor, even with a Nuam Kedal.

“???”

This is······. an unexpected situation. The child says, “Oh.”

“Oh. Is that it?”

“what?”

“Could it be related to the fact that I came into contact with a corpse that was caught in a Hanjuta Mal?”

“what?!”

Actually, yes. Marechi had not only touched the corpse that had been caught in the Hanjutamal before, but had actually searched the corpse. Fortunately, nothing happened, so he hid it, but it seems that he was caught on this occasion.

But this hidden secret transcended the existing common sense of Daton.

“How can that be? If that’s the case, then you shouldn’t just not be able to make a contract with the spirit, but you should get sick and die immediately!”

“yes?”

“Call Laurent! Find out what the hell is going on!”

Spirit affinity is, so to speak, an ability that humans have developed in order to survive in high-magic zones.

The Bark tribe also has spirit affinity, and there is Erin and Baekhan. The Tocha tribe lives in the low magic zone, so they are not there.

Anyway, in order to survive in the ultra-high magic zone, the Daton tribe has become more affinity towards spirits than any other race. Without spirits, it would be a useless trait, but when together with spirits, it is an ability that allows them to easily use their powers······.

“Oh my god. Marechi has no affinity for spirits.”

“None?”

Ol Chaun is taken aback by Laurent’s words. Could that be possible?

“Oh, no. To be exact, we do have affinity for spirits, but it’s too little. It’s much less than other races with low affinity.

That’s why you feel dizzy in areas with high magical power. However, in areas with low magical power, you collapse because your magical power absorption rate is too low compared to a normal Daton.”

If that’s all, then he’s just a disability. He’s just a pitiful person.

But, my goodness, there was a more important characteristic to this constitution.

“And Marechi doesn’t get caught in the Hanjutamal instead!”

“!!!”

“Ah, well, it’s not that it doesn’t catch it. Even if it does, it can’t absorb magic power through the infected host’s spirit affinity, so it starves to death because it can’t absorb either internal magic power or external magic power! So it’s no different from not getting caught!”

The proof was quite simple. Marechi was holding the bottles of the Hanjutamun gathered in Mainilun. Since Hanjutamun had the nature of absorbing surrounding magical power, Marechi was able to nurse them without feeling dizzy in the holy land and was able to do so more comfortably.

All of this makes Chaun swallow his saliva.

“Is that hereditary?”

“I guess I should try it.”

“Ah. I’ll join too.”

All Chaun asked around and called for healthy women, two people named Minnirun, and Marechi.

“Marech. Have you ever tried it?”

“Oh, no. I’m not feeling well yet. They didn’t accept me because they were worried that women might pass their disabilities on to their children.”

“That’s a bit of a shame. There’s a lot more to do.”

“It’s okay. We’ve been doing it for a long time, so we’re experts. We know how to recover when you feel low.”

“uh······.”

“It’s a noble task. But please enjoy it.”

Soon they start mating.

For quite some time. Marechi was a stallion. He sowed seeds in healthy women, and this time, he looked for women among the Hanjutamen who survived until they gave birth and sowed seeds.

“Hehe······. This is so good. This is a noble work, the best.”

And the results are in.

Marechi’s constitution is hereditary. It’s half inherited.

Half of them are born as normal Datons, but the other half are born immune to Hanjutamal, even if their mother contracted Hanjutamal.

“Perhaps, it was my father’s constitution that was like this. Or maybe it was his ancestors? It just happened to manifest itself now.”

“Laurent! The analysis is done! Is there any way to utilize this?”

“Research is needed. The method was different. It may not be possible to win against Hanjutamal, but if we ‘lose together’······!”

Laurent gathered together scholars and began developing ‘poison’.

It may be inconvenient in many ways, but it is a poison that causes Marech’s disability to be inflicted on ordinary Datons. It is a completely different approach from the struggles we have had to make a cure so far.

“Noble work, the best!”

And Marechi, who was just born that way, just spent his time in the Holy Land, loving and caring for the sick. In fact, he was not smart enough to help with research.

Studying poisons took a longer process than studying drugs.

Even though we knew that poisons would kill us if we ingested them, we didn’t necessarily research ‘how’ they cause death, so it took decades to research the poisons that were already known.

Marechi has already received the baptism of youth twice. The descendants who were born without dying are nursing him in the Holy Land.

“All done. Just finished. It’s a ‘suppressant’ for Hanjutamal, made by combining the poisonous mushroom of the devil, the Tooth Mushroom, other mushrooms and herbs that neutralize excessive toxicity, and minerals that increase its effectiveness. If you drink it, you will become unable to use spirit magic again, but you will not be affected by Hanjutamal afterward, and you will suffer in both low and high magic zones, but you will be able to survive anyway.”

This is the first time in 3600 years that I cried so much. In fact, I cried more times than I have in the past. It was the first time in 3600 years that I cried not out of guilt or resentment, but out of emotion.

In case there were any problems, the drug was administered to only some people.

All seriously ill patients who had been infected with Hanjutamal for a long time died as they could not overcome the resistance of the poison and the disease.

However, the shorter the period, the more likely I was to survive, even if it was painful. If it was mild, the pain was only temporary, and my constitution had changed.

“That’s it! I won the Hanju Ta-mal!”

To be exact, it was less true.

But······. The problem with this medicine was discovered decades later. It was a side effect. There was a serious problem with the mushrooms that had to be used as ingredients.

“I haven’t had a single child since I started taking the medicine!”

“This is driving me crazy. It’s the same for men······.”

Those who take it become infertile.

“Please. I’ve only been younger three times!”

“Ha, but that’s not possible! Your body won’t accept the spirit magic!”

Secondly, the number of times you can receive the baptism of youth is reduced by more than half. In short, you cannot live long.

It was a characteristic that could not be found in Marechi, who had such a constitution by nature. Marechi was not infertile and was able to receive the baptism of youth normally.

“What are you talking about? You’re not going to take your medicine?”

“If I die young without having children, I’ll just get sick and live a long life.”

“That’s it. That······.”

All Chaun could not refute them. Having children and thriving are very important values ​​to the Datun tribe. And a long lifespan is also important.

But what kind of life is that if you can’t have children and suffer and die quickly? Laurent tried to get rid of this side effect, but it was a side effect of the medicine itself, so it couldn’t be fixed.

Until then, Marechi, who had been nursing the sick in the Holy Land, was trying to persuade others in some way.

“Take your medicine. You have to live first. Whether you take the medicine or not, you won’t be able to have children and you’ll die young! Are you going to live a long life suffering?”

The response to the desperate cry was cold.

“Shut up, Marechi! You’re saying such things because you were ‘blessed to be born’ and you can have children without dying!”

“That would be great! When we all grow old and die, we’ll be able to see many descendants and live long lives!”

I heard something like this. Marechi was embarrassed. How much he had cursed this constitution when he was young. He was rejected by women and even gave up on having children.

“······.”

The honest Marechi thought. And he made a decision. He must have seen enough of his descendants by now. He asked All Chaun to gather all the Hanjutamun of the Holy Land and declared it on the spot.

“Everyone! As you know, I am not naturally prone to one-shotting! For a fool like me, I have had more children than I can handle, I have had love affairs with Minnie Runes, and I have been involved in many fights since I entered this place!”

First, he says something that sounds like bragging. Then, he confidently states what he has decided.

“So now I have no more regrets! From now on, I will have no descendants, but I will have my family and brothers! You are not just a few abandoned people in the world, you are my family!”

And Marechi takes the suppressant of Hanjutamal in his hand. A drug that will only make him infertile and shorten his lifespan.

He put the pill in his mouth and chewed it. The patients were all shocked and watched his madness.

“Now! I am just like you! In our short life, let’s help each other, cherish each other, and love each other!”

An act that was literally prepared to die. Then, one of the patients cried out in shock.

“You’re wrong! Marechi! The short life you gave us is something we can live alone!”

Marechi was confused. He didn’t know what it meant.

“Look! Our brother’s sincerity has reached heaven! Everyone! Let us celebrate our most tender brother! He has been forsaken by heaven, but he has not forsaken us! That is what has moved even heaven.”

His rise to fame began with the gratitude of tens of thousands of patients.

The fourth Mineelan is not the greatest, nor the most talented or outstanding, but the kind and honest Tattooan Marechi (Dedicated Marechi). His symbol is the Tooth Mushroom, the only one of the Mineelans that is not related to mysteries.

Daton, who is in the grip of Hanjutamal, goes to the holy land and takes a special drug to become a tattooer (volunteer). From now on, they are unable to use spirit magic at all and cannot have a family due to their short lifespan.

Instead, they go down from the bottom and take care of those who are more seriously injured than them, and work hard to prevent the spread of the disease in areas where the disease has spread, as well as to nurse and rescue the survivors. Their lives are short anyway. They volunteer for the most difficult and dangerous work in Datang.

This position corresponds to doctors, nurses, social workers, volunteers, and in a broader sense, monks.

With the advent of the fourth Mine Run, Daton entered a period of reconstruction in the Age of Mythology after a long and painful period of stagnation.

“Thank goodness. Really. Since there are people who kill their own kind, there must be people who save their own kind······.”

But the great All Chaun just muttered and fell into self-loathing again.

I am saddened by the revival of Datang. I wish I could have shown this scenery to more people.