Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 39



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Episode 39. Perseverance. Exchange. Inheritance. 4

The ranch where smelting was first attempted. Now the owner of the blacksmith shop and soon to be the best blacksmith in Daton, reveals his ambitious ambitions to Mainilun.

“The highest magical power zone in the world. I will create an insoluble statue using gold, the most magical and reactive metal in the Holy Land! Please gather people!”

It was a bold ambition. The theory was simple: once you have the technology to create a mold, gather together powerful people, gather their will, and light a fire with it to create a statue that will not melt even under the magical pressure of the Holy Land.

The opinion of Manum Lapin, who was in charge of the art department, was completely approved.

“It’s something worth trying and it’s good. I’ll just gather people together.”

It wasn’t something I did without thinking. I wanted to do something because I knew that Ol Chaun, the leader of not only Mine Nile but also all of Daton, wasn’t happy about anything after the Hanjutamal spread.

Same thing with other mineruns. I thought it would be a pretty great business so I wanted to try it.

This whole thing was a bit chilly.

“What difference does it make if you put up a statue?”

Lapin frowned. So did the other heroes.

“All right. But there is the sincerity of the descendants.”

“Yes. If it works, it is a great skill. It is something to be praised, so why do you say that?”

“If you have a pretty statue, people will be happy. It will give them hope because it is challenging the impossible.”

There was nothing to object to, so permission was granted. So the ranch owner began collecting gold wherever he could find it and carving a frame to hold it. He also collected materials that could extract magic power.

“This project is important. If it succeeds, all of Daton will be able to handle solid metal weapons and tools. I think the Baekkan people over there are doing something like that.”

The magical pressure makes metals soft. And the magical pressure in the Holy Land is so high that all metals don’t just melt into water, they boil.

To prevent this, we will mobilize all the cultural artifacts that have been created by overlapping countless improvements and innovations on the classical method. Perhaps we can erect a magnificent statue on the main road.

Why do I do this? Because I can. There is no reason. The ranchers carve their own work of art for practice and head to the Hall of Cattle, filled with the works of previous ranchers.

And I pray to the many cows placed there. Those who carved from humble to luxurious things. Paintings, pottery, string crafts. There are all kinds of things, but the theme contained here is one.

“Maybe the first rancher really liked cattle.”

The rancher didn’t know if he liked cattle. In fact, he seemed to like carving and blacksmithing more.

But I know what’s in the work. The numerous works piled up here are not simply carved animals. They are a collection of what the person wanted, the ideals the person hoped for.

He is now the heir to a line of dozens of successors.

Heart pounding.

“hmm?”

The current ranch owner, who had a feeling that someone was watching him for a moment, wondered what he was talking about when he was the only one there, but for some reason he spoke.

“This will probably be the last one. Future ranchers will no longer need to create works based on cows. My next work will not be about cows, but people.”

The answer is, of course, no.

“Well then. I will step aside. Ancestors. It is thanks to you that I am here.”

Mainilun, the center of the Holy Land. The blacksmith who pressed the bubbling gold into a huge chest puts the metal into a huge mold he made himself. The workers are made up of the strong Quako tribe who accompany him. The Quako tribe dies from high magical pressure, but they have figured out a way to extract magical power from their bodies with strong willpower by applying the technology used in smelting.

Anyway, the topic is, of course, cows. He came here as a blacksmith and a ranch representative.

An exaggerated cow with massive horns, long legs, full of hair, and a body like a rhinoceros. The theme is a fictional cow that does not exist.

But that’s the end of the cow carving. I won’t be making cows again.

“Then let’s begin!”

“Hehehehe~!”

The work begins with everyone’s cheers.

Firewood, kindling, and burning stones that are much larger than an actual cow and can produce a strong fire to bake an entire large kiln in a frame the size of an elephant.

We will create this by creating an artificial spirit with the will of tens of thousands of spectators gathered here to watch.

But the problem wasn’t technology or effort. Sometimes nature gets in the way.

“It looks like it’s going to rain soon.”

All Chaun speaks calmly. Having lived for a long time, he has become very knowledgeable about the weather. This is especially true when it comes to the weather in the holy land where he has lived for thousands of years.

Laurent can’t deny it either. If he does, the work will be stopped, which would be quite difficult.

“Shall we stop it?”

“Maybe he chose this day on purpose. It’s strange to try to dissuade him when we don’t even know.”

The last rancher is anxious. The Quako are also anxious. But after finishing the work that must be done desperately by force, he shouts to his gathered compatriots and the Quako who are watching.

“Now! Now, please concentrate your will according to my command! Then, the statue will be completed!”

The rancher concentrated. The burning stones burned fiercely, boiling the metal inside the mold and kiln, where tens of thousands of willpower were mobilized to extract magical power and transform it into spirits.

Stop.

At the same time, a raindrop falls on my head. But it’s okay for now. If I work as fast as I can, I’ll definitely get it done.

“Don’t panic, just concentrate!”

Even he was pouring out incredible willpower. Something Laurent had once shown, the act of gathering people’s wills to artificially create spirits. As a blacksmith, he had done this hundreds and thousands of times. More than any other Daton.

However, the current reality is harsh.

“It won’t work.”

Laurent, who also developed a method to create artificial spirits by willpower, mutters. Lapin, who knows about smelting, also realizes, and Ol Chaun also guesses by looking at the weather.

“This won’t work. People are distracted and the humidity is too high······.”

“Leave it alone for now. I want to do it.”

All of this was looked down upon with a very pessimistic eye. They had gathered a lot of will, but they were too weak.

Even though he was able to extract magical power from various substances, he could solidify the metal only if the amount of magical power extracted was greater than the magical power pressure of the holy land. This only resulted in the creation of powerful artificial spirits through willpower.

“I guess I should stop it soon. The artificial spirits have become too strong.”

The last rancher also realized that this probably wasn’t going to work. He was just unlucky.

-No! Not yet!

At that moment, suddenly, someone shouted in the last rancher’s head.

-Keep going! My successor! This is the turning point!

This is what the local people of a distant foreign land call it.

Ancestral spirits. The will of the dead has gathered and transformed into a living soul.

The spirits of the previous ranch owners contained in the sculptures accumulated over thousands of years, the love of a person strong enough to turn animals into people, and their obsession have created a new mystery in this Datang where there is no one but this spirit.

Then you can’t give up. The last rancher somehow shouted like this.

“Live!”

It was nothing less than the secret wish of those who carve sculptures.

“Live! Great ally (*fierce ox, 盟友 can be interpreted in either way)! Appear!”

But the will is not gathered. The last rancher cries out loudly. The Quakos also respond with a loud roar and see it.

Kookung!

At that moment, lightning struck the mold.

“!”

The will of tens of thousands of Datons, including Minnirun, who had been unable to concentrate, gathered at that moment. The powerful magic power, artificial spirits, and gold that reacted to magic power more intensely than any other material were present.

Above all, the powerful magical pressure of the Holy Land created a miracle.

Kwakwakwakwang!

The mold burst. I thought the gold inside would spray out everywhere, but that wasn’t the case.

“Ah! Look! Over there, that’s it!”

At this moment, three mysteries are born.

“Kurrrrrrrr!”

The one making a loud roar is the spirit of lightning. The golden bull statue, ‘Mokko Here’, was made of gold and moved around, spewing out thunder. It was a spirit that had never been seen before. It was a spirit that was inhabited by something that was not natural, but something that was made by humans.

“What, what? Am I dreaming right now?”

The last rancher didn’t stop pouring his willpower until the very end. The metal responded to it. Now the rancher was using up his magic power, moving the melted gold with willpower alone.

It was the emergence of a metalworker who, instead of giving magical power to the spirits he had contracted with and using that power, moved magical power, manipulated metal, and breathed life into it purely with willpower. It was a profession that had never appeared before because no one had ever practiced such a thing.

“Oh my! The chief is weird!”

“What is that!”

“Oh my god. It’s a shell. The fifth mine run is the Quako tribe!!!”

The flesh of a strong Quako tribe. The spirit of the animal that originally existed there. The spirit of the Bark tribe that made it human.

In addition, the will of countless Datons and the ancestral spirits passed down from the previous generations were fused, and the will and awe of tens of thousands of people were struck.

The body of a huge cow becomes similar to that of Daton. The face is clearly Daton, but there are massive horns on the head, and the muscles are beyond imagination and the size is like a giant.

Daton, who had landed on the cow’s body, reached out. As he reached out, Motko Here ran over and leaned down next to him, and the scattered metals moved to form his clothes and helmet.

The fifth Mine Run, the Great Cowherd. ‘Paldin Koa’ roared.

“Oh my! Brothers! We are now part of the Daton family!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

He is a single minder who controls all three: the artificial spirits, the metallurgy, and the Quako tribe.

Now part of Datang, the Quako tribe unconditionally walks the path of ‘Koa’ when they are born. They are not affected by the herding of cattle or the Hanjuta language, and they transport goods with livestock, contributing to Datang with their strong bodies.

Other Datons, when they become adults, can become ‘Oshi’ instead of receiving a spirit. They train by working as blacksmiths, and eventually, when they reach a certain level, they become metalsmiths who can freely manipulate metals.

Even if it’s not a lightning spirit, you’ve got two mysteries that can help you resist that devilish one-shot.

“That’s amazing.”

All of this, I couldn’t help but say that without thinking.

“It’s really amazing. Those who weren’t great heroes managed to accomplish such feats after so long.”

“All right. That’s right.”

“Yes. Our descendants have also achieved great achievements that are not inferior to those of their ancestors.”

“Hmm. In the end, nothing is useless.”

The Minnie Runs will read the following passage. In the end, that is what they are saying, so don’t blame yourself for the deaths of your own kind before······.

“I could have lived longer. Ah······.”

All Chaun reproaches himself like that. It’s typical of someone with chronic depression. He also keeps going back to the memories of killing his own people without erasing or clearing them away.

The Minnie Runs have been listening to the endless self-reproach and depression of the All Chauns for thousands of years. But they still feel even more sorry. They too have suffered. But it is still a bit tiresome.

Now things have changed a little.

“Still, now is not the time to blame yourself. Let’s be purely happy.”

“!”

“Datuns! Let us bless our fifth Mine Nile and our new family, the Quako! We will prosper like never before!”

“Wow!”

All Chaun has done his duty, and now he is celebrating with great fanfare, announcing this joyful news to his fellow countrymen.

The Minnie Runs are satisfied that the mood of the All Chauns has improved. Perhaps, if a few more Minnie Runs are born, they will be free from this endless self-reproach.

The reconstruction period also enters its middle stage. Datang is developing further with new civilization. In fact, it has already surpassed its former prosperity. However, Ol Chaun does not seem to think so.

The development seems endless. Myth-age. Other races have not yet achieved similar national power, let alone a state.

But in the end, if you are satisfied with this stage, there is no choice but to stagnate. In the end, change is necessary.

External changes, that is.

One is an external invasion. However, there is no country in this world that is currently superior to Datang. In fact, even if all human communities of this era, except Datang, were to attack, they would win overwhelmingly.

The second is disaster. When disaster strikes Datang, it will eventually change in some way. Just like Hanjutamal did.

The disasters of the reconstruction period naturally threatened Datang more weakly, slowly, but surely than Hanjutamal.

It is written as follows: ‘An evil star has invaded the northern sky.’