Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 54



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Episode 54. If We Could Be Your Family 2

There was racism against black people on Earth. But why did it happen?

To put it bluntly, it’s because black people were used as slaves in the West.

However, in the East, where there was no particular reason to encounter them, Western Europeans were called ‘iron-faced people’ or ‘red-haired people’, in other words, people with rusty skin or ‘red hair’, and were looked down upon.

Strictly speaking, in the East, Western Europeans are not even considered ‘white’. They say, ‘You say your skin is white, but isn’t it red?’

Of course, I thought black people were also strange, but I don’t think I thought they were inferior to white people or us. The standard for racial discrimination in the East is not skin color, but how much of ‘Chinese civilization’ they have accepted. That kind of thing.

But we have to ask this question: Why haven’t black people built as much civilization as the West or the East?

Of course, it’s not because they’re inferior. In the beginning, all humans were black, and then they crossed over to Africa and changed.

It’s not that they didn’t even build civilizations. Mali, Songhai, Ghana, Nubia… There were so many civilizations and even great empires built by black people that were buried because of deep-rooted racism!

Only after that, they were all destroyed or greatly declined.

But, despite these historical facts that awaken us, there were black people in areas where civilization was never truly established.

Even the countries mentioned above were limited to North Africa, and there were black people who were truly used as slaves, uncivilized black people, and black people who were sold by black people.

This is similar to the reason for South America and Southeast Asia. The characteristic of those who failed to build a civilized civilization in Central and South Africa was the jungle.

Civilization cannot be born in the jungle. It is poor in terms of human support, there is nothing to eat, and it is dangerous.

But, you’re saying that it’s okay for small groups to live in? So, instead of building a civilization, humans in the jungle were able to survive just fine.

Even if it weren’t a jungle, civilization wouldn’t develop without ‘crops worth growing’, because a large population is essential for the development of civilization.

But Daton used the power of elemental magic to establish a civilization on the savanna grasslands, a place that would have been absolutely impossible on Earth.

What about the jungle then? Did the ‘Black Datons’ succeed in building a civilization through mystery in this jungle region?

Let’s check it out for yourself now.

“Black Daton?”

All the people, including Olleh and Mainirans, were very surprised when they saw the images drawn by Manum Lapang.

There really were people living in the South! And they were people who resisted the Hanju Ta-mal.

“He was tall, had more defined features, had curly hair, and was incredibly strong?”

Echakado nods.

“They were hunters of incredible skill. Their weapons were crude bows, not quills, but their killing power was incredible. They even handled mysterious weapons that I had never seen before······.”

All the chats have been very positive.

“It seems they are angry that we invaded their land! If we bring them a lot of gifts, they will welcome us.”

“Hmm.”

“Let’s organize a pilgrimage to the south. Since I’m going as a guest, wouldn’t it be better if I go myself?”

All Chaun was very excited. He thought that if there was a Daton living in the south, he would be willing to go and share his love for them so that there could be a real exchange.

But this met with cautious opposition.

“No. Come on. It’s not a good idea to go and meet them right away.”

“why?”

“They will be afraid of us. Especially Ol Chaun and Datang Oram. We will welcome them very cautiously.”

All Chaun thought about Laurent’s proposal for a moment.

“Yes. We shouldn’t be scary. Let’s proceed cautiously. But the pilgrims are prepared. If we give them gifts, they will be happy to welcome us as guests.”

Unlike the first and second expeditions, which were a bit rambling, the third expedition had a clear purpose: to communicate and interact with the black Datons down the river.

Datang, who brought gifts along with dozens of metalworkers to build bridges for ostriches, elephants, and giraffes, was greeted by the sound of drums and trumpets.

“~~~~~~!”

And as if they had been waiting, hundreds of black Dartons came out and fought madly against the bridge, which was about 30 meters wide, while wielding arrows and spraying dark blue flames and poison.

It was Vachat Beram who stopped it. The floating crescent moon that Manum Lapang had planned and exerted his power to absorb all that power through its powerful gravitational force.

“Chaga-ga!”

And the Bachat Beram twinkles and tells them with warm moonlight that we have no intention of being hostile to you. It is the moonlight that brings peace to the human heart.

In the moonlight, the black darts start muttering something and then set up camp and wait.

Eventually, the bridge is completed, and the pilgrims of the Datons head south.

Manum Lapang approaches carrying a crescent moon sculpture he carved.

“We want to be friends with you······.”

Phew!

Unfinished words, strange sounds, the sound of human flesh being pierced and bones being crushed.

As soon as Black Daton arrived, he stabbed Manum Lapang in the chest with his spear. Manum Lapang retreated and received treatment by moonlight, but the Datons’ reaction to such action was violent.

“!!!”

“Because these beggarly bastards keep begging us to come!”

Echacado throws a spear. One of them gets hit by the spear and dies.

Now the friendly contact is over. Dozens of spiritists. The ground shakes as the scale elephants stomp on the ground, and the kneeling giraffes step over people, trampling and kicking them.

It seems like it would be a long time before we could become friends. When on earth would we be able to communicate with them?

The Datons eventually retreated, unable to proceed any further south.

The supplies the pilgrims prepared as gifts were either taken by thieves and robbers or destroyed during the battle. The vast amount of food was used as military rations by Daton during the two months of fighting.

And for two months, Daton faced resistance that was truly beyond imagination.

They were successful in subduing and detaining the tribe that had attacked them. The reason they did not kill them all was because they could not kill them without even being able to talk to them.

As we tried to suppress that tribe, other ‘Black Daton’ tribes came rushing in from all sides. Even though the Datons’ fighting power was much higher, it was meaningless.

They attacked with incredible ferocity, climbing trees, throwing spears from above, using bows, poison, and digging traps.

Even Daton didn’t know why they were attacking them. It was against common sense for Daton to start a fight as soon as he saw their faces. What on earth is that? Why don’t they talk? Why do they attack first?

It was only when they threw the Malrangmalrang, which had been hanging on for a week, into the crowd in the middle of the night that they realized that they were fighting a life-or-death battle with them.

At that moment, any room for dialogue or negotiation disappeared completely for Daton.

“You damned bastards! You’re not even using a sword, you’re using a sword?”

As the metalsmiths began to die in droves, Daton eventually retreated, for he had no more will to converse with these accursed authors.

“Okay······. It’s all over.”

Manum Lapang, who was attacked, defended them until the end and was cutting down gifts to give them, but when he saw Hanjutamal thrown at him, he was furious.

I can’t stop anymore. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t stop.

Manum Lapang just hoped they weren’t so stupid.

Now, the sun was about to descend upon the earth, so they could not help but be afraid.

Upon receiving the report, All Chaun trembled and let out a fierce anger he had never experienced in the past eight thousand years.

“What did you solve?”

What will be prepared this time is not a pilgrimage group. It is the royal family.

All the cold weather will come.

He is riding on the back of Onlu Dobang, the world’s largest kneeling giraffe. He will bring three hundred elephants and giraffes, and a thousand ostriches to supply supplies, a thousand fire-shooting spirits, three thousand hunters, and two hundred metalsmiths.

“Was the jungle that good?! You damned bastards! I’ll turn that place into a meadow!”

Well······. It would be better not to describe the tragedy that followed. But I guess I can’t just not describe it.

“Naka Kakkota!”

“The recappa osso veraata!”

“Serral! Serral! Cockserral!”

“Datang Oram! Kakjuuta! Diu. Diu Kakjuuta!!!”

Actually, at this point I have a question to ask: Do we need an army?

Datang Oram slammed his flames, which had been burning for ten thousand years, onto the ground, raging in all directions and swirling, turning them all alive into ashes.

Fireballs flying everywhere. A blazing fire that devoured everything. It was even raining at the time, but Datang Oram’s flames rushed forward, releasing thick vapor as if it had no concern.

“Ah, ahhhh!”

Now the Black Datons also know how powerful they are. Knowing that All Chaun is the core, someone tries to shoot arrows and throw stones, but now even that is impossible. All the arrows are burnt and the stones are too hot to hold.

“Shuruppa! Naka kakkaakam!”

Shuruppa. Black thing. It’s a derogatory remark, like ‘blackie’.

All Chaun spits fire at them, demanding that they kneel immediately, as if he were going to burn them all to ashes if no one really surrenders.

The army of spirits rushes in behind the flames that All Chaun shoots, cleaning up the place and turning it into a true grassland. In the end, all the black Datons who had tried to clumsily oppose this transcendent feat of nature surrender.

They start to kneel and cry and beg before All Chaun comes. All Chaun turns his gaze away from such people and shoots fireballs at others.

Eventually, the enlightened ones kneel one by one and declare their intention to surrender. The living fire raged until the spirits brought all the tribesmen who were hiding and made them kneel before them.

Finally, when all the ‘Black Datons’ in this southern region had knelt down and banged their heads, Ol Chaun finally calmed down his anger.

“I don’t know why you guys are doing this to me.”

If I had heard it translated, I would have been shocked.

“You should know that if you turn against us, we will do the same to you! Dutan! Learn and interact with the people here! We need to know why these damned bastards attacked us!”

The first war in Datang history has ended. It is a landslide victory for the All-Chaun army.

‘Black Daton’. These people, who are called ‘Patchar’ in their language, are forcibly incorporated into Datang.

But the word “forced incorporation” always carries a dangerous spark. The contempt for the Pachhar tribe within Daton. Above all, the wickedness of using Hanjutamal as a weapon. The impression of them has already been set at the worst.

Indeed, what will happen to the exchanges and whereabouts of the two civilizations, Daton and Patchar?

Let’s check it out for yourself now.