Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 52



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Episode 52. Borin’s Waves

The Borin tribe was brought over by the Erins, as they felt no reason or need to cross over on their own.

The Erins had no idea about Borin’s racial abilities. In fact, even if they had known, they might have overlooked it.

Because Borin was inferior to them.

Surprisingly, superiority and inferiority have nothing to do with actual ability.

Even on Earth, white people who do manual labor look down on black people who went to good universities and even earned doctorates.

The fundamental reason for this is that people can relatively easily imagine beings inferior to themselves.

But it is very difficult to imagine a being superior to oneself.

Of course, you might think that it is easy to imagine a ‘strong’ or ‘smart’ being.

Someone who can lift heavier objects than me, has a better memory than me, or gets better grades on tests than me.

But no.

That’s not what being superior is about. It’s impossible for someone who is not that powerful to understand how someone who is truly incredibly powerful actually sees the world.

Intelligence is the same. In reality, if you are not intelligent, you cannot understand how highly intelligent people view the world. All you can say is this.

How on earth do you know this?

They said.

“How on earth do you know this?!”

A single Du-tan, who had already been cheated by Borin 26 times, sat down, holding his head. It was truly a secretly prepared plan to eradicate the situation.

I thought that no matter how smart those little guys were, they wouldn’t have predicted this surprise attack, so I called the ostriches and quickly attacked them, but this time they weren’t at the main camp and had swept away another place.

“Me too, I’m smart enough to memorize all the laws of the previous year······. I even received a medal for being smart······.”

It was just a bunch of nonsense in front of a pupa. I was an idiot. I realized it after I got hurt. The world is wide, and there are truly intelligent races, so smart that they can’t even imagine how smart they are, to the point where they laugh at all the wise men and scholars in the datang.

“Gara-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra!”

“Dutan! It’s an invasion! The Borin tribe······.”

“Eww! Why did the main force have to be gone?!”

Now Datang was on the verge of going mad. The Borin tribe, which had been slowly robbing people for decades, had now spread out to an unimaginable number and were ruthlessly pillaging the entire Datang area.

This was a truly absurd achievement. The Borin tribe cannot use mysticism.

There is no magic, no metallurgy, no animal spirits, no divine powers, nothing. The Borin tribe uses the magical power they receive only to enhance their own brain and intelligence.

That alone seems to have been enough. Now, all seven of the Mainniruns have given up all their livelihoods and are out to exterminate the Borin tribe, but there is no way they can defeat them.

No, you can win. That’s what it means to hold the mystery. But even if you kill 98 out of 100 Borin people, if only 2 people remain, they will multiply 10-fold in 10 years.

Not only are they smart, but their knowledge is increasing and their techniques are evolving.

When Daton fought with spears and bows, they made shields and short bows.

When Daton opposed them with force, they opposed him with tactics.

When Daton confronted them with an overwhelming force of spirits, they simply countered him with an overwhelming number of them.

When Daton made a strategy, they destroyed it.

The Borin people greedily absorbed Daton’s knowledge, using torture as a method.

“Amazing. The evolution of life.”

“Since we have a fast generational change, maybe we could do it? If we mate the big ones to create a bigger Borin tribe?”

“Rather than that, I think it would be better to create a Borin tribe that can use mysteries.”

They had no ethics. Or rather, no ethics that Daton could understand. In a race where hundreds are born and half die, life is very cheap.

They use methods that other races would not even experiment on. They experiment on their own bodies and their offspring, attempting to artificially breed their own species.

“Let’s capture Mainilun!”

“Let us make this land ours! And let us make all the races that come here our slaves!”

“We will soon become the masters of the world!”

What could possibly stop the Borin tribe? Even the Minniruns were daunted by the tens of thousands of Borin troops that approached them as if they had dyed the grasslands.

All the chauns burned them all down, but only one.

Manum Lapang also burned them all with moonlight and threw them away, but only one person.

Castloran admits that he is smarter than one of them, but not all of them, and he was forced to run away with the snail when they pushed him with numbers rather than brains.

Paldin Koa even goes on a massacre against tens of thousands of people before eventually being surrounded and killed. He is then resurrected.

The Ossozoic Cave cannot escape.

Paron Echacado hunts desperately, but gradually falls into the enemy’s trap.

However, Tattooan Marechi was experiencing difficulties of a slightly different nature.

“Ugh!”

“What the heck? Is this guy Mainiran?”

“It seems to be quite strong, but it doesn’t seem to have any mystery.”

Marechi has defeated thousands of Borin tribesmen with only the strength of his body, trained for thousands of years, but he still couldn’t stop tens of thousands. He speaks desperately.

“Hey, you can’t go in here!”

“Huh. If I was going to hear something like that, I wouldn’t have fought in the first place!”

“Kill them all! Let’s see what’s in this place that the Datons are desperately guarding!”

Mainiran Marechi fought desperately with a body that had no mystery.

In fact, in a sense, it could be said that they fought to protect the Borin tribe.

What on earth is the main run that Marechi is in charge of?

“What is this place? There are only patients here.”

“Kill them all. I don’t intend to leave Darton or Erin alive.”

“······But you. Why did you grow horns on your head?”

“huh?”

It has been about 8,000 years since efforts were made to stop the spread of the Hanjuta language.

The worst disease that has been curtailed and isolated in one area through desperate efforts. The devil that exists in the world. The ultimate disaster.

“I, I’m sick.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Why, why did you come? Huh?”

“We······uh.”

Hanjutamal begins to spread among the Borin tribe. Hanjutamal begins to greedily suck away the magic power of the Borin tribe and significantly lowers their intelligence.

Soon the Borin tribe takes the form of the northern beasts and goes to other tribes. It spreads to those tribes in an instant.

Borin had a lot of numbers. He was smart.

However, they were not as resistant to the one-week spell as Daton. In a sense, they were resistant, because if they got Daton, they would die instantly, but they became so stupid that their intelligence was lower than that of animals, to the level of mental disability, and then they would attack their own kind, rape and kill them, and spread diseases.

In the end, the wave of Borin that Daton could not stop was stopped by Hanjutamal. The Borin people, who did not know what the terrible disease was, touched the taboo and brought about their miserable downfall.

What was Chawoon’s reaction when he heard that news?

“I’d rather hand over Mainilun to the Borin tribe, so please turn back time······. This is really ridiculous······.”

Ol Chaun and Daton are left in despair when they learn that the Hanjuta Mal, which had been isolated for 8,000 years, has spread throughout Datang through the Borin tribe.

The nightmare of the last recession was coming back to life.

The Hanjuta Mal that spread through the Borin tribe to Datang was only able to kill 80% of the entire population through the desperate efforts of the existing Mainirans. That’s really fortunate.

However, the Borin people were devastated. 99.99% of the entire population was wiped out, the rest were driven mad by the disease, and those who remained were left to flee from the merciless Daton killers without even thinking about organizing a resistance force.

That also reached its limit. Eventually, at some point, the Borin tribe had no choice but to be captured. The smart Borin tribe, who were not sick, were dragged into Mainnirun.

“Is this the Deata you saw?”

“If it means that I am the only remaining data of the Borin tribe.”

“I know you are smarter than us. So why didn’t you consider reconciling with us?”

“You treated us like cattle when we were stupid. We did the same to you.”

“Reka! Who are you? We are Daton, and we are different from Erin.”

“To us, we all look like the same race.”

All Chaun says:

“I am a friend of this fireball.”

“Goooosh.”

“I am also a friend of the wind ostrich, the swamp devil, the scaly hippopotamus, the tyrannical giraffe, the elephant, and many others. I think they are more stupid than us. But we can still be friends.”

“······.”

“Borrin Deata. I will forgive the sins of the Erin tribe. They are just people who love their family very much. You may not be our family, but you can be our friend. Can we possibly be together?”

“······Are there any choices?”

“Yes. If you refuse, we will only give you the worst punishment we can give you: exile.”

“There’s no choice. I can’t go back to being like my ancestors, who were like beasts.”

In this way, the Borin people became part of the Datang.

Borin Deata, the representative of the Borin tribe, is granted the right to live in Mainilun, although he is not a Mainilun.

The Borin tribe, including Borin Deata, struggle to control their inner wildness and offer advice to other Datons as highly intelligent people. Most of them follow the path of a scholar called Kass Loran, but some become great Detits or Paleras and help with Daton’s administrative work.

Instead of punishing the Borin people, All Chaun asked them to ‘just follow birth control’. He was accepted.

In the end, love and acceptance triumphed over violence, barbarism and cunning once again.

And they didn’t know it, but coincidentally, exactly in the 10,000th year of the mythical era, they managed to isolate the Hanjutamals and bring the population back to a state of recovery.

“The past was truly a nightmare.”

“I thought the recession was coming back.”

“It’s fortunate that there is a way to deal with it. We couldn’t stop the Borin people from spreading it, but the decline of the Borin people was even faster than that.”

“I have a lot of tattoo artists under me. Let’s start the restoration work.”

“Umm. The cows at the ranch and the Quako tribe are fine, but the Gigaard tribe is a bit dead.”

Osojoin Gulmyeong, who manages the vast forest, said that fortunately, the Hanjutamal did not go north, and declared that the guidelines had been changed so that it would be impossible to bring the Borin tribe from now on.

And Paron Echacado, who had been listening to the story, stands up and hits the table as if he were going to break it.

“Hey. I can’t stand this anymore.”

“?”

“How long do I have to suffer from this disease called Hanjutamal?”

“But it can’t be cured······.”

Echacado laughs at Castel Laurent’s words. His job is to challenge such common sense.

“The world is vast. There might be another country south of Datang.”

“······!”

“And if there is a country, who knows if there is a cure? Isn’t Mine Nileen affected by Hanjutamal? I will go! I, the best hunter in Daton, will go and bring back the cure for this Hanjutamal! I will save everyone from this terrible disaster!”

The third opponent in the struggle is the region south of Dator, which we could not even dare to cross.